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bebepac · 11 months

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Moonlight Rendevous

I am participating in @choicesflashfics prompt # 40 “I have a reputation to uphold” which will appear in bold.

I am also participating in @choicesjuly2023challenge and @moodmusicmonday song inspiration Rendevous by Little Mix

This is chapter 5 of The Blue Honey Cafe if you need to catch up on this, please feel free to click:

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The Book: TRR : No royals The pairings: None: TRR MC is single Ratings and Warnings: None Word Count: 1382 Original Post: 07/08/23 at 6:12PM EST. Summary: Riley sees Mason while she’s out and about for an evening.

“Mason, I didn’t know you had a food truck!”

“Pops believed in the hustle, and I followed in his footsteps. I typically only run it in the summertime and into early fall, because there are so many opportunities for extra outdoors events. It’s more light snacks and some sliders sort of thing. Completely different from our typical menu at the restaurant. Are you here alone?”

“Yep, I’m single as a pringle. I didn’t feel like staying in tonight, and I saw the advertisement for the movie on the lawn. I’m trying to put myself out there more, even if I go out alone, you know? I need to be more social, and maybe I’ll make some new friends. That sort of thing.”

“I know, I get it. I have been thinking about the same thing too. Some of my school kids are home for the summer and want to run the food truck to get some hours and I just might let them. That would give me more time to socialize as well.”

“Then that sounds like you already have a plan Mason?”

“I do have a plan.” And it involves the beautiful Riley Brooks, he thought to himself.

“So, have you heard anything about this movie?”

“Yes, I’ve seen the previews, it looks like it’s going to be a crazy movie, when I saw it was The Rotten Apple 🍎 I had to definitely come out tonight and check it out."

“I’ve been wanting to see it too.”

“Maybe you’ll get to have a break, if you do, come find me, you can sit with me for a bit. Help me not feel like a loser sitting by myself here.”

“Riley you’re definitely not a loser, and yes I’ll come find you when I can.”

She smiled at him. I’d like that a lot.”

Riley grabbed her cheeseburger sliders and drink and walked out onto the lawn. She glanced back at the truck, and Mason tried to appear busy, but he was still watching Riley as she walked away. She picked a spot to set up her blanket that was in his eyeline from the food truck. Did she do that on purpose so he’d be able to easily find her?

About thirty minutes into the movie the crowd had died down and everyone was engrossed in the movie Elle, the main character, was something else. She had a very distinct dark side.

“Who’s this large buttered popcorn for Todd?” Mason asked his part time worker.

“For you, I can handle the crowd, you go sit with that cutie you were flirting with.”

Riley was still sitting on the lawn on her blanket alone.

“Are you sure you’ll be good?”

“If the line picks back up, I’ll text you. Go be ‘social.’ She likes you!”

He got Riley a refill and a drink for himself and headed out across the lawn.

“Is this seat taken?” He whispered.

Riley looked up at him beaming.

“It is now, and you brought snacks!”

He sat down on the blanket with Riley placing the popcorn between the two of them.

“I’m glad you could come over here for a bit Mason, to sit here with me.”

“Me too.”

“You work a lot, you should take more time for yourself.”

Mason appeared surprised from her admission.

“Thank you for your concern, I’m trying to do more of that. But, it’s hard when you love your job, it really doesn’t feel like work.”

“I can’t say that about my job.”

“Well maybe you’re doing the wrong thing, Riley.”

It was Riley’s turn to look surprised. Then the person in front of them turned around shushing them.

Mason whispered, “You should always love your job.”

Mason tried not to read too much into it, but as the movie went on, Riley seemed to inch closer to him. She was so close to him that he could smell the perfume of her body and the scent of her shampoo in her hair.

After the movie, Mason helped Riley pick up her things and fold her blanket.

“I had a great time with you Riley.”

“Me too Mason. I loved the movie. They definitely left it open for a sequel. What did you think of it?”

“She did a lot of terrible stuff. But I don’t know why, I still want her to be happy. She kind of just won me over.”

“Because she’s not all bad. She really felt guilt and remorse for the things she had done. ”

“And it’s not every day, you wind up rooting for the villain when you watch something.”

“Exactly……. Well this is awkward.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The food truck, my ride is gone, therefore I have no way to get home.”

“I’ll take you.”

“Thanks Riley, that's nice of you.”

Mason carried all her stuff to the car for her.

“Hey I know, you’re depending on me to get back to your place, but I was wondering if you felt up for doing something else for a little bit? I mean we’re already out, and we both said we need to be more social.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Okay hear me out.. I’ve always wanted to go to this place.”

“Wheelz?!?!?! This used to be my favorite place as a kid. I had several birthday parties here. Midnight skating slaps.”

“But you said this was your favorite place as a kid?”

“Kids can be teenagers too.”

“Are you good at skating?”

“I am great at skating, are you Mason? I wouldn’t have mentioned this place if I couldn’t skate. I’m not trying to embarrass myself. But I wanted to have someone to go with.”

“I’d be honored to go skating with you Riley Brooks.”

Mason was chivalrous, a complete southern gentleman. He had not only opened the door on her own vehicle, he had waited for her to gently get in and close the door behind her. When they made it to Wheelz, Mason jumped out of the vehicle like a rocket, as soon as it was parked, opening the door for her once more.

“Will you at least let me pay for the skate rental?”

“No, it’s the least I can do for your being gracious enough to take me home tonight.”

“I’m not heartless, I wouldn’t leave you stranded like that.”

“It’s the south, I was far from stranded. But I’m glad you decided to indulge your blooming southern charm to help me out. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got out there on the rink.”

“Not bad New York. Not bad at all.” Mason laid on a thickly horrible new york accent.

“Likewise North Cakalacky.” Riley said with an even worse southern accent.

It quickly turned into healthy competition and showboating between the two as they skated around the rink.

The last skate turned out to be a couple’s skate. The music was slow, and almost romantic. She found herself leaning closer into Mason, who had a boyish grin on his face, but he pulled her closer to him too, his hand gripping hers tighter.

That part of the evening was fun and lighthearted, and Riley really enjoyed spending time getting to know Mason. He even had shared with her more about his life and family, which in turn allowed her to have a meaningful conversation with him about her own family. Mason had a lot of sadness in his life but was not jaded by it and was still very upbeat and resilient, which really appealed to her.

“I really enjoyed spending this time with you Mason. I feel like we got a chance to get to know each other a little bit better, and we’re both a little competitive apparently.”

Mason laughed. “Right?!?!?! Nothing like some good healthy competition to get the blood pumping. But seriously Riley, I had a great time with you too.”

Driving back, neither said a word, lost in their own thoughts, and when they pulled to a stop at Mason’s apartment, Riley was the first to speak.

He paused for a moment. “You know Riley, tonight doesn’t have to end right now, if you don’t want it to.”

Riley’s eyes met Mason’s. “Are you asking me up to your place?”

“I am, but it’s completely your choice. I promise to be the perfect gentleman.”

“What if I don’t want you to be, Mason?”

He winked at her. "I have a reputation to uphold."

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jaydekarios · 4 months

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People You'd Like to Get to Know Better

tagged by @oldanimefan ! thank you for the tag <3

*Fave Ships*

i have so many hyperfixations this list could be like a mile long. i'll try to be brief..

rdr2 - vandermatthews (hosea/dutch), charthur (charles/arthur), arthur and a healthy dose of antibiotics, marybeth/kieran. nbc hannibal - hannigram (hannibal/will), jimmy price/brian zeller (do they have an official ship name?) bg3 - i dont really have any solid ships other than my tav/characters but i've seen some gale/lae'zel content that has me thinking... of course there is bloodweave but i think they'd murder each other. the walking dead - richonne (rick/michonne) until the day i die, connie/daryl (fuck leah), aaron/jesus, going out on a limb and saying shane/rick (look that one scene where shane is wiping the blood off of rick .... they definitely experimented is all im saying.) call of duty - i have been a firm ghostsoap shipper since the early 2010's i was writing fanfiction about them on FANFICTION.NET ! ghost/roach (yes roach was the playable character of mw2 and has no speaking lines but i love him), keegan russ/logan walker (again yes logan was the mute pc in ghosts but i love him.) batman/dc - batjokes, jason todd/roy harper

*Last Film*

the last film i watched was saltburn! all the fuss about the movie really drew me in but oh my god it's so much more than barry keoghans penis, i swear. not nearly as weird and horny as everyone was making it out to be but there are definitely some weird horny moments in there (big fan personally). really really loved the 2000s uk vibe too, im pretty sure they filmed on actual film too? loved it.

*Last Song*

well the song im currently listening to is poison poison - renee rapp, but the last new song i listened to is fire down below - ye banished privateers. look im a big fan of pirate music its so fun (it may or may not have helped inspire a new oc..)

*Currently Reading*

currently not reading anything fun unfortunately. im knee deep in 'understanding and using challenging educational theories' by karl aubrey and alison riley. absolutely riveting read.

passing it to @hugefatballs (missing you brother), @scarfacemarston, @selkiewizard, @tripleyeeet and anyone else who wants to do it ! i just tagged a bunch of mutuals i cannot remember who has already completed this and who hasn't so my bad if you've already done this, or if i didn't tag you and you haven't done it !

#ask game #mutual games

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basiccortez · 4 years

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Defenseless Ch. 1

Synopsis: CJ Jackson, looks like she has it all. Fancy car, fancy house, name brand clothing. Her parents, top boosters to Beverly, with money to make all sorts of situations go away. As well as the Jackson family looks put together, past secrets haunt them. With the new transfer student catching the eye of CJ Jackson, can old friendships be fixed. Or are somethings just meant to stay broken. "I told you, as long as I live, no one would know."

word count: 3.4k

pairing: Jordan Baker x OC (CJ Jackson)

warnings: cursing, talk of death, talk of drug addiction, talk of a juvenile being in trouble, high school boys being high school boys

It was like a heavy cement blocks were tied to her feet. She moved slowly towards the front doors of the place that reminded her of a prison, but with nicely dressed inmates. People passed by her, and just ignored her presence, something she wasn't used to at all. She was used to people flocking to her sides, begging for a party invite, or to be in her next photo shoot, or to be the next guy on her list, or just one dinner with anyone of her brothers. But now, she was blended into the background, like she never existed.

Somehow, she made her way to the front office, just in time for the first bell to ring. It was her first day back, and already half way through the first semester. She had just been released only a week prior to this bright and early Monday morning. Her brown boxbraids were tied back and out of her face. Her makeup was done to perfection, and her clothes; nicely pressed and matched well. She'd rather be dead than look a mess for her first day back.

"Christine Joy Jackson, I'm here to pick up my schedule." She spoke softly to the secretary. The secretary with bright red cat-eye glasses nodded, and pulled out a file, handing a pink piece of paper to CJ.

"You are to meet with Mrs. Riley first, before heading to your classes." The secretary nodded and CJ rolled her eyes, "Welcome back CJ."

"Thank you," CJ sighed and headed down to the office of her favorite person.

CJ made her way down to the east end of the school, where she was too familiar with being in the In-School suspension office. She knocked on the brown wooden door that was covered in papers for recovery centers, planned parenthood, adoption counselors, and local community colleges.

"Come in!" The voice from the other side called out. CJ took a deep breath before opening the door, and seeing Mrs. Riley behind the door. Her dark brown hair was curled and her skin looked flawless. That woman looked like she didn't age a day, but she also meant business, "My favorite parolee, CJ Jackson."

"Mrs. Riley," The teen girl sassed, setting her bag down in the chair next to her, and plopping her body in a chair, "Instructed to see you first."

"Yeah, just some parole stuff," Mrs. Riley said, grabbing a folder out of her desk, and setting in front of CJ. The folder was dauntingly big and felt like it could start a fire at any moment, "As you know, I am your parole officer, lucky for you or not. But know that I don't play around about any of this."

"This ain't my first go around with you."

"Ain't is not a word, now speak like your momma raised you." Mrs. Riley said and CJ rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, "You are on parole for approximately 90 days, as a term of early release from your juvenile detention program. Terms of your parole include, attendance of school is mandatory, unless an absence notice from a doctor. You must check in with your parole officer everyday at 8 AM sharp, and do not be late. You will pass all administered drug tests, and random drug tests can be done as well. Another term of parole is being involved in not only in community service, but as well as a school activity. Your parents have suggested the dance team."

"Over my dead body." CJ laughed loudly.

"Christine Joy, these are the terms unless you would like to serve out the rest of the 90 days in a juvenile detention center." Mrs. Riley said, giving CJ one of her famous glares. A glare that felt like getting the fear of God put in you.

"No ma'am." CJ answered quickly.

"Good, you have till the end of this week to find a school activity. The community service project will be decided for you. Now you'll sign some stuff and be on your way." Mrs. Riley said smiling and handing CJ some papers for her to sign.

CJ's shoes clicked down the corridor as she made her way to her first class, anatomy. The teacher had already started teaching when, CJ opened the door. Eyes fell to her, and immediately the whispers started. The girl swallowed thickly and handed her note to her teacher. She quickly scanned the classroom for an open seat, and found one next to an unknown face.

"All right, listen up, I want you all to do a search on chromosomal DNA and make a slide on how it connects with last week's work on protein." The teacher said. Everyone automatically opened up their laptops sitting in front of them. CJ grabbed her's out her bag and set it in front of her too. The new kid looked around, uneasy about what he was supposed to do. He didn't have a laptop of his own to use, he usually shared one with his mother and younger brother.

"Spencer, right?" The teacher asked, coming over to him. He lifted his head and looked at the teacher, nodding.

"Yes ma'am."

"It's okay if you don't have a computer. Just pair up with a classmate for now."

"Okay, thank you." Spencer said and CJ looked up at him. Spencer tried looking at the boy next to him, who just moved his computer closer to himself.

"Hey, Todd. Keep watching that Logan Paul feed." CJ said to him.

"Whatever, CJ." Todd said and Spencer looked up at the light-skinned girl.

"Uh. . . you can share with me." CJ said lightly, and Spencer nodded. He moved his stuff over to where she was sitting.

"Thank you," Spencer said.

"I'll warn you, my chromosomal DNA knowledge is non-existent at best. And it's also my first day in this class."

"I might be able to help with that." Spencer laughed lightly and CJ moved her laptop in between the two of them. The two of them worked on their assignment, occasionally having to ask the teacher about what some of it meant, since it was both of their first days in the new class. CJ felt like eyes were watching her, and she turned around and noticed an old friend in class. CJ turned back to her assignment and kept her head down, not wanting to draw anymore attention.

When the bell rang, CJ offered to show Spencer to where the cafeteria is. Spencer was thankful that someone besides his new football coach wanted to show him around. CJ was just thankful to have found someone new at the school who hadn't known of her reputation.

"Salad bar, coffee cart." CJ said pointing at various locations in their center quad, "They used to serve sushi on Fridays, not sure if they still do."

"Sushi on Friday? At Crenshaw, we get sushi on Monday, that's all." Spencer joked and CJ laughed.

"Smart, and funny. I'm impressed." CJ said turning to him. But Spencer paused, and his eyes went to a beautiful tall, light skinned girl. CJ shifted uncomfortably as the girl made her way into the quad. Of course Spencer noticed her, she was beautiful and by far the most popular girl in Beverly. A spot that CJ once claimed.

"Layla Keating, Beverly Hills resident sweetheart." CJ said to Spencer, "Dad's some big-time record producer. And I heard they spend every Thanksgiving with the Obamas. And rumor has it, she even smoked pot with Malia last year."

"You must be Spencer," a familiar voice said from behind them. CJ turned and saw the star football player, Jordan Baker walk over to the pair, "Jordan Baker, QB, team captian."

"Baker?" Spencer asked, "Oh so you must be-"

"Yeah, coach is my dad. I'll take it from here, CJ." Jordan said and CJ nodded walking away from the two football players, "Come on, let me introduce you to the team."

"Hey, thanks for the tour." Spencer said before CJ could get too far away from him. She smiled at the Crenshaw boy, and looked down at her shoes.

"Yeah," She said quietly.

"Sushi on Friday?" Spencer asked, and CJ nodded.

"It's a date!" CJ agreed. Spencer looked the Jackson girl up and down before heading off behind Jordan. CJ cringed at the words that she said, before going off to find a table to herself, away from the stares and rumors about herself. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"No, I saw her. Like with my eyes. CJ Jackson is back at Beverly." Asher Adams said to the group of friends as they ate lunch.

"I thought she had like a whole year left?" Hadley said, as she picked at her salad in her lap.

"Daddy's money can get you out of anything." Lucy said giggling, "Bold of her to come back after the shit show she created with everything."

"She's lucky she didn't get more time. Heard Mrs. Baker showed up at the trial and basically bailed her ass out. She was gonna get at least 15 to life," Asher said, embellishing the story a little bit.

"Now that's excessive." JJ said and Asher rolled his eyes.

"She's basically a murderer!" Asher exclaimed.

"No one even knows what she did exactly, maybe she was supposed to get out this early any way." Layla said, trying to defend her close friend.

"So. . . did she have an ankle bracelet? A tear drop tattoo?" JJ joked causing Asher, Lucy and Hadley to laugh. Layla rolled her eyes and picked at her food, as Jordan walked up to the group with handsome young man she had seen earlier.

"Meet the crew," Jordan said as he pointed out different members of the friend group, "This is Hadley, Layla, and up top, Lucy, JJ and Asher." Each of them shook Spencer's hand and Jordan took a seat next to his girlfriend Hadley. He greeted her with a kiss, and took his backpack off.

"I think you and Asher play the same position." JJ said as Spencer took a seat next to Layla.

"What's up, man?" Asher said trying to seem welcoming.

"Oh, receiver, huh?" Spencer asked him.

"Yeah, broke the school record for receptions last year." He said boasting about the accomplishment.

"Me, too." Spencer said and Asher just nodded his head, not saying a word.

"So, how are you liking Beverly so far?" Layla asked Spencer.

"It's okay, I guess." Spencer said smiling up at the girl. Asher looked between the new receiver and his girl questioningly, not liking how nice she was being to him.

"I know it probably feels like lost footage or rich kids from Instagram, but it's not so bad once you give it a chance." Layla said honestly, her browns eyes drifting across the quad to where CJ sat, alone and with a book in her hand.

"I'm sure it'll grow on me." Spencer responded.

"So lay it on me," Asher said breaking up the conversation between them, "Crips or Bloods?"

"Excuse me?" Spencer asked him. Hadley looked questioningly at Jordan and then at Asher, who continued talking, digging himself an even bigger grave.

"I'm dying to check out a Crip walk for real." Asher said putting his arm around Layla, "I've only seen one on YouTube."

"Yo, yo, he's just joking man. Ignore him," Jordan said trying to fix Asher's mistake.

"Asher, you wouldn't know a Crip walk if it bit you in the damn white ass." JJ joked, causing everyone to laugh but Spencer, who was feeling offended by his new teammate.

"Nah, that didn't sound like a joke to me, bro." Spencer said looking at Jordan. The group grew quiet and looked at each other as Asher tried to defend himself.

"Don't be so sensitive."

"Sensitive?" Spencer asked, standing up angrily. All the groups eyes were on Spencer as he grabbed his backpack and pulled it over his shoulder, "Hey, yo, thanks for the welcome." He said as he walked away from the group. His brown eyes scanned the quad, and found a familiar face sitting alone, reading a book. Spencer sat down across from CJ, startling her out of the reading trance that she was in.

"Sorry for scaring you." He said genuinely.

"No, thanks for scaring me. Too entranced into the world of The Field Party series to even notice anything." CJ said, setting her book down. Spencer reached across the table and picked up the book, reading the back of it.

"A small southern town filled with cute boys, pickup trucks, Friday Night football games, and crazy parties to stir up some major drama," Spencer said reading the back of the book out loud, "Can't get enough drama at high school, you need to read about it?"

"It's different to read about it than to live it. Besides, if my parents didn't land here after my dad's retirement, I could've grown up, going to these crazy field parties in so called, Lawton Alabama."

"It makes sense now, Chris Jackson the 3rd, your dad. . ."

"Receiver for the Chiefs, before retiring in 2015, that's the one." CJ said, "And now coach for the LA chargers."

"Wow, that's crazy. I wanted to play under him if he was at Bama, but-"

"Hey!" Layla said, sitting down next to Spencer, "Christine,"

"Layla. I'll see you around, Spencer." CJ said, gathering her stuff and moving tables. Part of her agreement to herself to get better, was not hanging around her old group. CJ still had an hour left for lunch, and went to the only place where she felt welcome in this school.

CJ knocked on the door and waited for the welcome in. The door opened and CJ held up her brown paper lunch sack and had a shy smile on her face, "Can i eat here?" She asked.

"You're always welcome in here, CJ." Mrs. Riley said, and shut the door behind her. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was a long pep talk to get CJ to even walk into the girls locker room, and to the dance coach's office. It was an even longer one to get her to open the door and talk to the coach. The coaches and teachers had known about the terms of CJ's parole, and knew that they had to give her a fair chance at trying out for the team.

"Alright, let's see what you can do. You'll learn the dance, and then me, and the other coach, and the captain will give you a mock tryout, and see how you do," The coach, Mrs. Williams said to CJ, "Go get changed, Hadley will give you a uniform."

Hadley stood outside the door, and walked CJ to an open locker. She handed CJ a new uniform and waited for her to change.

"Hey listen,. . ." Hadley started but CJ slammed her locker shut and looked at Hadley, "How are you?"

"How am I?"CJ said looking at the girl who was once her friend, "That's all you have to say to me, after what I went through?"

"CJ, listen, I'm so sorry for what. . ."

"It wasn't your fault, now let me go to practice, since I have to prove to everyone I still deserve to be on a team that I helped build up from literally nothing." CJ said and pushed passed Hadley to the gym. The girl sighed, and could at least tell her friend group that she tried to talk to her.

CJ tied her box braids back, and stretched on the floor with the rest of the team. The girls would stare at her and whisper occasionally, but CJ tried her best to ignore it. Hadley sat down across form where CJ was stretching and faced her. She began stretching too, and CJ just looked at her.

"What are you doing?" CJ asked her.

"Stretching with my captain." She answered and touched her toes with her arms out straight.

"I'm not the captain anymore." CJ shrugged and pulled her legs into the butterfly stretch.

"Well, you and I both know you can out dance Emily Pierce any day."

"She's the captain, oh my god who let that happen?" CJ said and wrinkled her face in disgust.

"Well after your mom stepped down as the head coach, Mrs. Williams took over. Hence why EP is the captain."

"Alright ladies!" Emily Pierce's voice rang out over the gym. CJ groaned and stood up, fixing the black spandex on her body, "We are going to run through Countdown and then learn the new dance. So places!" Everyone moved to their places except CJ, who stood in the back, "Oh CJ, you can um. . . stand next to Hadley."

CJ nodded and stood next to Hadley in the front. When the music started, CJ remembered the dance from the year before. She started moving in the familiar moves that she knew, and obviously caught the eye of the captain who stopped the music almost immediately.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked her.

"My dance, this is my dance."

"Not anymore, this is my dance. I changed things after you up and got yourself arrested. Now stand in the back and follow the group." Emily said and CJ nodded her head and moved to the back.

For the rest of the rehearsal, CJ was quiet and stood in the back, following the moves the Emily was teaching the group, even though she hated every second of it. When practice was dismissed, she was the first in the locker room, taking her uniform off and shoving it into her dance bag. She slammed her locker shut and stormed out of the locker room, running straight into a hard, muscular body.

"Hey, watch-" "I'm so sorry." They both said at the same time. CJ looked up at Jordan Baker, the one person she didn't want to see.

"CJ, you good?" Jordan asked. He could see the red lining of her eyes and nose, as she was about ready to cry.

"Ignore me like you have been the whole day, Baker. I'm fine." CJ said and pushed away from Jordan. She was thankful that her father was waiting at the front of the school. CJ ran down the steps and into her brother who was waiting for her. He engulfed her in a tight hug, and ran his through her hair as she cried. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

That night, at the Baker household, Jordan walked up to his mom, who was unloading groceries into the fridge. He hadn't ever asked his mother about why she took CJ's case, even after everything she had done to his family. But now, that CJ was back at Beverly and constantly running into things in his life. Hadley had said that she seemed civil at dance practice, but Jordan didn't trust whatever CJ was trying to do.

"Hey, Mom." Jordan said.

"Yes, hun?" Laura said and closed the fridge.

"Why did you take CJ Jackson's case?" He asked.

Laura paused a minute and sighed, "I can't discus that with you. Why? What's going on? She try and contact you or Olivia again?"

"No, even worse, She's back at Beverly. Rumors are going around that she got released early."

"And they let her back at Beverly, after all the things she had done?" Laura asked surprised, "Guess money really does get you things."

"Mom," Jordan said somewhat defending his ex-friend, "You know that's not true. Hadley said that she's trying to get her spot back on the dance team, and that she seemed to change."

"Listen to me Jordan, girls like that, who strive off of their parents success and money, don't change. I. . . I defended CJ Jackson because her parents asked me too." Laura said honestly, "CJ didn't want a lawyer or attorney. She plead guilty and was ready for her charge. If you ask me, she should've gotten those 15 years. She is and was guilty for that boy's death, there' no doubt in my mind."

Jordan looked down at his shoes and didn't say anymore. He turned on his heel and walked back up to his room. He hated the feeling that was settled in his chest. He so much wanted to fight against what his mother was saying about CJ. Jordan was one of the only friends in his group to believe CJ. He was also the only Baker who believed her too.

#all american #all american cw #all american imagine #jordan baker #jordan baker imagine #spencer james #asher adams #olivia baker #jordan baker x reader

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lolacola01 · 5 years

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Prank Gone Wrong DD

The boys Decide to prank David with Riley Reid while he’s in bed sick with the cold. Only no one lets Y/N in on the prank and she walks in on them.

“This is a bad idea,” Carly complains as she looks at Zane and Todd. “He’s not going to be happy about this.”

“Never mind him,” Erin frowns from her seat on David’s sofa. “You’re just lucky Y/N is busy tonight. She would not be letting any of this happen.”

“It’s a prank,” Zane laughs.

“David’s in bed doped up on cold medicine and you think it’s funny to get a porn star to slip in to bed beside him so you can film his reaction, and you’re calling it a prank?”

“And lets not forget the porn star has already sent him flirty text messages,” Carly added.

“But it’s funny,” Todd smiles. “I mean he’s always doing these kind of things to us.”

“Well he’s never done it to me or Carly so we’re staying out of it,” Erin remarks as she stands from the sofa. “Don’t come running to us when this blows up in your faces and Y/N is mad at you.”

Before any of the boys can answer her, the door bell rings and everyone looks to the glass door to see Riley Reid standing behind it with Dom by her side.

“Just be cool guys,” Zane frowns as he goes to open the door.

Carly and Erin leave soon after. They try and warn everyone again, but it falls on deaf ears. As soon as the girls are gone the boys show Riley to David’s bedroom. He’s still passed out in the same position he’s been in all day.

“So how do I play it when he wakes up?” Riley asks as she starts to strip down to her underwear.

“Just casual,” Zane answers. “Like you’re supposed to be waking up next to him. Trust me the second he sees you he’s going to know it’s a joke. We just want to catch his reaction on the vlog.”

“We’ve got all the cameras set up and we’re going to be watching from the podcast room,” Todd adds.

“Sounds good,” Riley smiles as he gets under the covers as lays down by David’s side. Jason takes that opportunity to walk into the bedroom and frowns.

“Are you guys sure about this?”

“Not you too,” Zane groans. “Yes we’re sure. Yes David will see the funny side of it.”

“It’s not David I’m worried about,” Jason grumbles. “If Y/N sees this. I mean there’s a porn star on her side of the bed.”

All the boys turn and look at David passed out with a porn star laying almost naked beside him.

“I think it’s cool,” Dom giggles.

They spend a few more minutes arguing if it’s right or wrong before Jason finally gives up and heads home.

That only leaves Zane, Todd, Dom and a few of the Instagram models scattered around the podcast room watching the laptop screen waiting for any sign on David waking up. It’s a long hour of waiting before everyone slowly begins to fall asleep one by one. Even Riley has given up on David waking up and has crawled further under the covers and into David’s side.

David’s POV

The first thing David notices when he begin to wake is the weight of Y/N against his side. She is practically laying with her head on his chest. The cold medicine he took earlier really knocked him out and it takes him a few seconds of trying before his eyes finally work. When they do open he is met with confusion. Instead of seeing Y/N’s blonde hair spread out across his chest he is met with a full head of brown hair. Panic begins to set in and he tries to sit up but the girl laying on his chest is making it differently.

“What the hell,” he starts shouting causing the girl to finally move from his chest. When she lays back against the pillow beside him he gets to see who he’s in bed with. “Riley?”

“Morning sexy,” Riley gives him a lazy smile as she begins rolling onto her side.

“okay what the hell is going on?” David is in full panic mode as he tries to figure out what’s happening around him. He doesn’t get anything else out before the bedroom door opens and he’s met with a very shocked looking Y/N staring back at him. “No no,” he says as he finally manages to get up out of the bed. “Y/N I have no idea what’s going on here. I just woke up and she was here.”

Y/N POV

Y/N doesn’t say anything. She can’t. she just stands still at the bedroom door, a bag holding a cup of warm chicken noodle soup in her hand. She had left work early, thinking that bringing her boyfriend some soup would help him get better quicker. But while she’s out he’s found other ways of getting better.

She knew Riley had a crush on David, but she had no idea David would do this. Their relationship was still quite new. It had only been four months but in those four months David had told her more than once that what he cherished most in a relationship was honestly. He had no time for cheaters or liars, but now Y/N was realising that he was all talk. He had probably been all talk the whole time.

After Liza, David had struggled so much to get over her, but when Y/n came into his life he seemed to change overnight. Everyone in the group and told her so. They were always going on about how good she was for him. How he was so happy with her, but it all looked like a lie now. Now it was all ruined. All the friendships she’d made with David’s friend group gone because this had happened.

David’s now by her side talking to her, but she can’t hear a word he’s saying. She’s too focused on Riley. She’s laying in the same spot she had woke up in that morning. The same spot where David had curled into her side and kissed her.

Now all Y/N could think was he probably did the same with Riley. He probably begged her to stay in bed. Probably slipped his cold hand under her t-shirt making her giggle. He probably whispered ‘I love you’s’ in her ear as they lay close together.

It took Riley to say something before Y/N shook herself out of her trance. “Excuse me?” she asks as Riley pulls back the covers to reveal the smallest pair of panties and bra Y/N has ever seen.

“I said it’s not what it looks like,” Riley stands at the side of the bed, hands on hips like they’re about to have a completely normal conversation.

“Well it looks like you’re a whore who’s just got finished fucking my boyfriend.” Y/N has no idea where the bravery has came from, but she’s going with it.

“Y/n,” David frowns from her side. “Look this is…”

“David I’m warning you,” Y/N interrupts. “If you’re about to start lying to me I will turn around and you will never see me again.”

“Y/n I didn’t sleep with…”

“Goodbye David.” Y/N turns to leave but David quickly grabs her by the arm, trapping her between himself and the bedroom door. “Let go of me.” She adds through gritted teeth.

“Not until you listen to me,” David says back. “Now I have no fucking clue what is going on here, but I know I did not sleep with Riley. I just woke up and she was here. I’m just as confused as you are.”

“You should listen to your boyfriend, sweetie,” Riley says as she pulls on her jeans. “It was just a prank. We thought it would be funny.”

“We?” David asks turning around to face Riley. “Who’s we?”

“The boys and I,” Riley answers. “Dom brought me over and…”

“Is this part of your little script for if you ever got caught?” Y/n snaps causing David to turn back at her. “Blame it on someone else.”

“Look this is all getting out of hand,” David tries to stay calm but Y/N is too far gone. “I’m just as confused as you are baby.”

“Don’t you baby me,” Y/N snaps as she throws her purse towards him. “You don’t get to call me that after crawling out of bed with her.” She spits out the last word as she gives Riley a dirty look. “If I hadn’t have walked in would you have said nothing? Would you have let me in your bed tonight. In the same sheets she’s just been in. I mean who knows what you have now.”

“I don’t have to stay here and be talked to like this,” Riley scoffs. “I’m out of here.”

“Don’t bother,” Y/N steps forward and grabs her purse from the floor. “I know I interrupted something. So I’ll leave.”

“Y/n you can’t do this.” David begins to panic as Y/N goes around the room picking up anything that belongs to her. “Riley tell her nothing happened.”

“Save it David,” Y/N pauses in front of him and looks him up and down. “I thought we were something. I really thought this was it for me. I didn’t think it could be thrown away so easily. I guess it didn’t mean the same to you as it did to me. I just hope she’s worth it.” She then turns to Riley who is standing behind David looking uncomfortable. “I knew you wanted him. I must have been crazy to think that I’d have any chance against you.”

“Y/N,” David tries to reach for Y/N hand but she pulls away too quickly.

“I don’t want to hear from you again,” she says before turning and running out of the bedroom leaving David standing in a state of shock.

#daivd dobrik #david x reader #david dobrik imagines #david dobrik smut #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik x reader #vlog squad #davids vlogs

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jtoddstrangersfic-blog · 5 years

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Strangers (Jason Todd x Female OC): Chapter 5

Trigger warnings: none, just some filler fluff

1,772 words

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Rian

Rian arrived to World Literature earlier the next day, hoping to catch Jason before class started. She needed to explain why she never messaged him, and share the first draft of her article with him. She was excited to have finished it, and couldn’t think of anyone better to share her hard work with. Or anyone at all. Riley would never want to read her work, and she fell out of touch with her almost all of friends and family over the past year.

Jason walked in with Rachel and Chelsea, the trio laughing at some joke. Rian felt a pang of jealousy watching Chelsea and Rachel take their usual seats. She wanted to have friends again, to have people to laugh with. She missed being part of a group, and she felt completely isolated from everyone.

Jason was slightly shocked to see her sitting in the seat directly to the left of his, instead of the seat against the wall. She gave him a small smile, and he returned the gesture with one of his lopsided grins. He looked at her questioningly as he took his seat, one eyebrow cocked as she turned to look at him.

“I have it.” Her smile grew wider as she reached into her bag to pull out her finished article. “I was going to text you but…” She bit her lip nervously. “My notebook got kind of destroyed, and I lost your number.” Jason eyed her notebook, but didn’t comment on its pristine condition. “Here’s the first draft of my article, if you still want to read it. It’s fine if you don’t, it’s kind of a strange topic and all…” She trailed off, holding the piece of paper in her hand for him.

She felt beyond stupid. She never should have brought it up. Of course he didn’t want to-

His smile grew as his blue eyes flickered to the paper, taking it carefully in his hand.

“I would love to read your article.”

“Any comments or criticisms are welcome.” She added quickly, internal relief washing over her form. Maybe this wasn’t stupid after all. “It’s just a first draft, so it isn’t perfect. Just don’t be too harsh, okay?”

“I’m sure it’s good.” Jason brushed off her concern, giving her a reassuring smile as Dr. Cortez entered the room. “Can we read it after class?”

“We?” Rian ask, cocking her head to one side. Her heart sank when she realized he probably meant Rachel and Chelsea. She definitely didn’t want either of them to read her work; it look a lot of internal struggling to even print a copy for Jason to read.

“Yeah, you and me. Can we go somewhere so I can read it?” Rian's heart rate sped up without her consent. He wanted to spend time with her. “And then I can give you feedback right away. And maybe give you my number again.” He added that last part cautiously, watching her carefully as class began.

“Sounds like a date.” She smiled, answering before she could formulate a coherent thought, and once she said it she couldn’t take it back.

Class started before Jason could respond to her, and that made her nerves return. Little did she know there was a small smile tugging at the corners of Jason’s mouth, because he finally found the confirmation he was looking for.

Jason

Jason read the article in his hands for the third time, his eyes dancing over the words. It was short, only one and a half pages, but it really packed a punch. Rian was an incredible writer, and the article was nothing short of brilliant. It was persuasive without being outright biased, and it covered a lot of information in such few words. It was very articulate, and Jason would be surprised if the Gotham Chronicle rejected it. Hell, he would probably storm their office as the Red Hood if they rejected it.

“So?” Rian asked from her seat across from Jason. They were tucked away in a far corner of the library, hidden from the prying eyes of other students. “What do you think?”

“This is your first draft?” He asked incredulously. She nodded, and Jason could tell she was nervous with his reaction. Unsure. “This is probably the best piece of writing I’ve ever read about vigilantes in Gotham.”

“There aren’t a lot of articles about vigilantes in Gotham, is that why?” Rian joked, rolling her eyes playfully.

“No, seriously.” Jason nodded with enthusiasm. “This is a really well-written, well-thought out, well-everything piece. I would be very surprised if this isn’t published.”

A small blush crept up her face at Jason’s declaration. He beamed back at her, his eyes skimming the article once again.

“I want to give you something constructive, something to make it stronger because that’s actually helpful, but I can’t find anything. This is really well-rounded.”

“I needed to hear that.” She smiled. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Jason meant it. The more time he spent with Rian, the most complete he felt. Her presence both calmed and excited him, if that was even possible. He desperately wanted to ask her about her relationship, to ask her about the boyfriend that he knew she had, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt a spark with her, and he was almost certain she did too. But not certain enough to ask. “You’re a really talented writer. Why don’t you join the paper here on campus? It isn’t the same as the Chronicle, but you could easily be Editor-in-Chief or lead writer or whatever it is. You’re good.”

“I thought about it.” She admitted shyly, looking down at her hands as she leaned into the table. “But I don’t have a lot of free time, and I can’t be out too late, so it just wouldn’t work out.”

“Makes sense.” Jason nodded slowly, eyes still trained on her. He knew she was hiding something because she wouldn’t meet his gaze, but he didn’t want to press her for a better explanation. She was entitled to her privacy.

“This was fun, Jason.” She looked up, smiling at him. “But I need to go. I can’t be- late.” The smile dropped from her face as she gathered her belongings.

“Do you need a ride home?” Jason stood with her, eyes never leaving Rian’s face. He didn't admit he knew where she lived, he was hoping she would tell him so he could finally ask her about her relationship in 11F. “I really don’t mind driving you if you need a ride.”

“I would say yes, but…” She trailed off, eyes looking anywhere but Jason. He knew she usually called an Uber or walked. There was no reason for her to turn down his offer.

“But?” He drawled, hoping she would give him some kind of an explanation.

“I- I have a boyfriend.” Rian finally answered after a long pause, meeting his eyes.

“And?” Jason’s heart skipped a beat, but he worked hard to maintain his composure. “It’s just a ride. It’ll spare you the $15 it takes with an Uber.” He offered again, hoping to change her mind.

“He’s kind of- controlling. I don’t know if he’d let me.” She admitted, absentmindedly playing with the sleeves of her sweater.

“I can drop you off a block away from wherever you live. He won’t find out.” Jason offered again. He decided this would be the last time he pushed her for an answer. If she declined his invitation again, he would accept it and walk her outside to meet her car. He didn’t want to scare her away, and she seemed like the type that might get scared easily.

“Do you know where Gibson’s Coffee is?” She asked quietly, looking at Jason through her long eyelashes. He licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to cradle her face in his hands and tell her how much he loved Gibson’s. It was his favorite coffee shop in Gotham, and probably the world.

“Know it? That’s my favorite coffee shop.” He smiled back, fighting back the urge to reach out to her. “You live near there?”

“A few blocks away. You can drop me off there if you want.”

“Deal.” He nodded triumphantly, following Rian out of the library.

Jason gave her his helmet to wear, promising to deliver her to the coffee shop in one piece. After some slight protesting, Rian agreed to slip the black helmet over her head as she climbed onto the bike behind Jason. He would never admit it out loud, but he really liked seeing her in his helmet. Really really liked it.

He drove more carefully than usual, likely due to the pair of fragile arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He debated taking the long way to Gibson’s, but didn’t want his passenger to be too late getting home.

“So, how was it?” He smirked at Rian as she slid off his ride, hoping she enjoyed the quick trip as much as he did.

“Better than I expected.” She admitted, finger-combing her short hair as she returned his helmet.

“That’s what we like to hear.” Jason beamed confidently. “I suppose you don’t have time for a quick coffee break?” He looked at Rian hopefully, but knew she would likely decline his offer. “Or you could give me an I.O.U.? A raincheck?”

“A raincheck is good.” She nodded, the happy expression dropping from her face. “It’s not that I don’t want to stay, I really do. I just- it’s complicated.”

Jason offered her a small smile as a sign of reassurance that there were no hurt feelings. He watched her give a small wave before walking away in the direction of her apartment building, or rather his apartment building.

She took a few steps before turning around, hurrying toward Jason. He froze as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a heartfelt hug. He returned the gesture, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. She fit perfectly against him, and he hoped she recognized that too.

Letting her go was the hardest thing he had to do all day, and it took everything in him not to follow after her the second time. He wanted to hold her face in his hands and ask her about all her favorite books. Press his lips gently to hers when she finished. He wanted her; craved her.

He ended his day praying to a god he didn’t believe in that Rian felt the same strange pull to him that he did to her.

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harveywritings92 · 5 years

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Bad Wolf: Werewolf! Jason Todd x reader ch 2

The following is a non profit fan based story Batman, Red hood, Nightwing etc. belongs to DC Comics please support the official release.

I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!

It had been a month since whole Red-hood thing the h/c hadn't seen hide nor hair of the vigilante since, Currently Y/n was sitting on her buildings roof looking through the job section of the paper, She grumbled to herself nibbling on the back of her pen as before scribbling down a number.

"How goes the job hunt, Love?" the Irish voice of Riley her uncle's old secretary before he died, one wouldn't notice by looking at him, but the brown haired Irishman was actually 64 years old! Yet, barely looked a day over 25, Vampires always youthful folk aren't they? something to be envious of...

"Not good so far..." The only up side about working at that hellhole was no one ever asked for a high-school diploma or a degree, it might as well have been an over paying call center. "think I should start going to actual school." She hummed frowning as she scratched out another option, The vampire snorted at hearing that.

"Oh? And who woulds the young lass be paying for said schooling?" The h/c sucked her teeth she hadn't thought of that! her rent for next month will be payed on fumes and her food was running low...She was in the dog house if she didn't find work soon!

Riley watched the cogs turn in Y/n's head she was bloody lost! there was only one way to help the e/c girl out of this rut and Y/n hated that idea, she tried so hard to put that life behind her. Helping Red Hood was the crucible that set the fragile house of cards she had built up ever so carefully crashing down on her and Riley knew this, Riley knows everything.

"Well, if you're really that strapped for cash...I might hav-"

"No..." Y/n did't even look up from her paper, Riley pouted.

"Aw, c'mon love a least hear me out, it pays 5,000 cash up front."

"...ah, Alright what's the job?"

The h/c sighed as the brown haired vamp smirked smugly as the girl got up from the ledge and followed him down the fire escape, not noticing the tall figure watching from the building across the road. "By the way did one of your neighbors get a dog?" Riley asked looking around her apartment confused as he sniffed the air. "No, this building doesn't allow pets." the vamp frowned looking very unnerved "...It's faint but, your place smells like wet dog."

The h/c was lost on that, as she got change into her 'work' clothes impressed they still fit. " That's probably Pretzel's tears you're smelling, his mommy was squeezing him pretty hard." She heard the vamp chuckle as she came out of the bedroom pulling on the white trench coat, "So, gimme the details what am I looking at?" A drive and drop Y/n sighed Riley wouldn't say who hired her, but they needed person A to destination B and it needed to be done tonight.

The h/c pulled the surgical mask on looked around the alley, before ducking behind a wall when a cop car drove by, her brows furrowed as she reached the garage to see the car was waiting.

She walked in and e/c was greeted by gun barrel to the face and nervous man behind the trigger. "Unless you got an invitation I suggest you turn around right now..." he growled as Y/n just wave him off, "Easy there, I'm your driver for tonight." the man swallowed lowered the gun and unlocked the car door.

"Please tell you got another set of wheels, this ones shot to hell!" He cautiously looked out the back window then ducked when a zeppelin searchlight shined in through the garage window. "Nope, your car. my rules. that was the deal." the man cussed under his breath as the h/c girl got in the driver seat.

"Now shut up and duck when I tell you." She ordered as the guy laid down in the backseat. it was a tense drive for Y/n she was held her breath as she turned down an alley and killed the engine, she watched as another cruiser passed by and quickly start up the the car.

and drove across the street into a underground parking Garage before emerging on the other side of the block and gunned towards the docks, when she pulled into the dark warehouse Y/n felt her stomach drop when she saw two of Black-mask's men waiting. The h/c was silent as the man in the back thanked her for dropping him off and said they should get a drink sometime.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the guy got out. Y/n felt her heart her slam against her rib-cage as she watched the three talk, the drop off handed one of the men a USB drive, not noticing how the first guy nodded at his much taller friend. the h/c felt er breath hitch when the tall Black-mask thug pulled a knife out grabbed the guy behind while he was distracted with the other man and slit his throat.

She watched the drop offs body fall to the ground, and then the two men looked at her, the one who was given the USB pulled a gun out aiming at the e/c girl.

Y/n felt her heart sink, But the oddest thing happened... the guy aiming the gun at her must have gotten a call on his ear piece, he looked at his feet then lowered the gun and nodded at her leave.

The h/c didn't hesitate she backed up the car and got the fuck out of the docks after 15 minutes of driving she turned into a junk yard. and just sat down to breathe "What the fuck...?" She croaked still trying to understand what just happened, Why didn't they kill her? She just saw them ice someone!?

why the fuck did they let her go? after a few minutes of panicking and running through every possibility in her head. Y/n was lost and just accepted the fact that she did a good job and look the type to keep her mouth shut. (which she was.) But even that seemed too far fetch'd.

The h/c girl got out of the car walked up to the crane, Riley said his friend left the keys for her, she hummed finding them on the treads and got in the cab and started the demolition process, she picked up the car and dropped it in the crusher and watched the flattened heap of metal be rolled out into an incinerator. then she shut everything down and began her trek home.

Stupid especially at this time of night in a remote area, but anyone in Gotham knows that thieves and creatures no matter the variety usually stick to the alleys, bars or the Rose corner, [Monster district.]

if they did go this out far they were usually to bust someone out of Arkham or Black-gate and those were miles away from the scrap-yard, the likelihood of her running into escaped inmates or patients was still high, but when has that ever happened? Well, the universe decided Y/n was gonna be it's bitch today!

While she was walking on the shoulder of the road the h/c felt a chill go down her spine, she whipped her head around her eyes surveyed the darkness, silence ans stillness greeted Y/n was sure she heard something, and whatever it was.

is watching her... then she heard it the whistling in the trees, the h/c mouth felt dry there was no wind, whatever was hunting her was trying to fool her into thinking it was the wind making the noise.

The pattern was too interval and candid to be natural...And it was getting closer! She remembered her uncle had a safe bunker he used to spy on the prison and asylum, It was hidden in the woods she knew where ...if she can get to it, she'll be safe. Y/n slowly backed up towards the edge of the field careful with her movements, when her boots hit dirt instead asphalt she broke into a run.

The thing hunting her was hot on her trail, Y/n could hear it screeching behind her. she could hear it jumping from the trees at alarming speed something hit her shoulder, hard. causing Y/n to lurch forwards and roll several times before crashing painfully into a tree!

The h/c girl struggled to breathe as the wind was knocked out of her; she felt sharp rocks dug into her back and her head was spinning, pain bloomed in the back of her skull blurring her vision as the h/c looked to see what hit her.

She felt her stomach curdle when the emancipated body and freakishly elongated limbs of a Wendigo came into view, What the hell was it doing so close to Gotham?

Don't they usually avoid large cities!?...Y/n stood stock still as it looked around the clearing for her, It's common knowledge that Wendigos have motion blindness. She should be save if she stood still...

Then she realized it was getting closer to her, confused Y/n very slowly shrank back only to feel a sharp stabbing pain in her left shoulder and something wet and sticky flowed down her back. The e/c didn't need to check to know it was blood the wendigo could smell it.

and she was gonna die here eaten by cannibalistic monster, she looked up at the monster looming over her, it's bloody maw stretched almost as if it was smiling, before leaning into her face and screaming. Y/n grimaced from the smell of rot on it's breath. "I am soo gonna haunt Riley for this..." she thought waiting for the thing to kill her...Then she heard a twig snap.

It all happened fast one second the Wendigo was in her face the next, Something tore it away from Y/n and whatever that something was...was big, furry and mad...the h/c though it was wolf at first from the growls and snarls, but wolves aren't almost 8ft tall and stand on their hind legs...or wear Tactical pants!

Y/n watched the two monsters fight it out, the wendigo swiped it's claws at the new monster who managed to dodge and duck it's strikes in almost showboating manner.

The wendigo didn't like that, it didn't like that it was interrupted by this intruder or that it's prey was being kept from it, they screeched and lunged for Y/n only for the wolfman to snarl grab the wendigo's leg in his large hands and started swinging and slamming it's body into trees,rocks and the ground like it was a pillow. Y/n flinched hearing the monster's bones crack and thought she saw a few teeth fly out of it's mouth.

The wolfman started spin and threw the wendigo up against a tree finally letting go of it's very broken leg. it screeched up at black furred monster who in turned forced it's hands into it's screaming maw and started to pry it open wider...And wider, till finally the werewolf tore the Windego's jaw right off...he dropped the monster's body to the ground threw his head back and howled.

That the last thing Y/n saw before passing out, when she woke up the e/c was temporarily blinded bright light it took her a moment for her to realize it was the sun shining over the trees, The h/c blinked a few and looked around she was in a campsite laying on a foam pad, and noticed she had a familiar leather jacket draped over her, it's faded red bat symbol made it clear who it belonged to...

she looked around for it's owner and saw Jason a few feet away cleaning a gun and glaring down at his feet, she went to lift herself up but hissed in pain, his green eyes met hers and immediately Y/n could see anger, suspicion, relief and fear in the almost glowing orbs. he put the gun down and walked over to her crouched down.

"How are you feeling?"

"like I got run over by Semi..."

"Yeah I figured, stay down I didn't patch you up just to redo it all over again."

"Not to shabby Red..How badly was I hurt?"

Jason looked uncomfortable "You don't want to know." he huffed pushing her back down on to the mat, Y/n looked around started noticing the tiny details she missed, she saw a water bucket with a bloody cloths hanging out of it, her bloodied jacket was hanging off a wire along with her ruined shirt and muddy pants a few feet away,

she winced and looked under Jason's jacket she looked like a mummy in skull and crossbones panties. She heard Jason cough and looked up at him, as he glared at her tiredly "So..what I'd like to know is how the hell an office chick got mixed up with black mask?" Y/n arched a brow.

"I don't know Jay, how does random one off, turn out to be a werewolf?" She jeered the vigilante let out a sharp breath. "Answer my question..and I might tell you." he growled keeping his eyes trained on her.

"I don't know, a guy who used pick up jobs for my uncle, Hired me out to someone...never said who." She sighed glaring up at the sky thinking about how she was gonna get Riley back."But, of course you know this because you were following me."

the h/c watched his jaw set unsure if he should believe her or not, after all they let her leave that warehouse without a bullet between her eyes. "I don't know why they let me go either, if that what you're worried about..." Jason eye twitched she didn't smell nervous or agitated...She seemed to be telling truth, but that didn't put his suspicions at rest.

Black Mask spared Y/n and he was gonna find out why...He brought out by his thoughts by Y/n who looked up at him expectantly, He had some explaining to do...

Jason told her about how he used to be Robin, how the joker killed him and a group of assassins brought him back via a Lazarus pit, But not before injecting his body with lycanthropy venom to give him a little more bite to his bark, what they hadn't expected was for Jason to go feral and AWOL,

When he finally got back to his senses he traveled the world for while, learning different skills and deadly tactics he bided his time planning and eventually returned to Gotham after five years...to get revenge on Joker and Batman. In the end things didn't play out like he had pictured it... And now He patrols and keeps the gangs in check.

"That bullet I pulled out of you when we met, It was silver shouldn't that have killed you?" Jason snorted as that was the question a select few that knew about him always asked."That's just Hollywood bullshit, like just how crosses and sunlight doesn't do jack-shit to those damn leeches, anything could kill me."

He spat annoyed having to compare him to those snooty vamps, Y/n frowned judging by Jason's tone he must've had a bad run in vampires at some point. She gets that, Riley scared the hell out of her when she was younger [still does.], the way he was able to sneak up on her, the few times she's walked in on him with a Scarlet* who was nearly drained. And the blood-rages those were the worst...

She wondered if Jason was subjected to that too."We should probably get you to that place you were looking for last night.." Said man interrupted her thoughts "How did you." he cocked brow...right giant dog, he could smell a steak cooking forty miles away and tell her in it was over done or not. "It's faint..but, you still go there sometimes." He said helping her sit up being careful not to agitate the cuts on her back.

Jason helped readjusted his jacket on the y/h girl it was fricken huge on Y/n stopping above{passed} her knees the tips of his ears turned red as he watched the way it framed her breasts as she zip it up. He swallowed a got to cleaning the campsite while mentally berating himself.

*that was one time thing!...and even if it wasn't she too hurt for it.* he took a sharp breath dumping the bloody water in the bucket over the fire pit and tossed her bloody clothes into garbage bag and left them in the back of his jeep, Jason would occasionally shoot daggers at Y/n if she tried helping him. He let put her boots on after she was insistent that she wasn't gonna burst into flames for tying a shoelace!

Jason backed off and gave her space, Last night He actually hadn't planned on seeing Y/n, he was originally was headed out here to wait out his transformation, But he then had the sudden urge to check in on the h/c girl, he heard conversation on her roof, It irritated him to hell knowing that leech was able to manipulate her into a dangerous situation...But, the fact that she sounded used to it, left a bad taste in his mouth.

Jason made a note to start looking into Y/n's uncle, something wasn't adding up...He met the guy a few times as a kid. The old man kept never really mentioned having relatives, then again like anyone in the narrows he mainly kept to himself. The only person he ever really talked to was the same vampire Y/n talked to last night...

After helping Y/n into the jeep they made the trip to bunker in no time, it looked like a set of basement step dug into the side of rocks, It was nice set up steel walls, heavy doors and a military grade surveillance system, Now he really had check in on Y/n's uncle.

he was supposed to be a retired army doctor who gave cheap medical check-ups to the people living in the Narrows, But this says he had more then just medical training under his belt this bunker says vigilante or merc for hire...And if that's case then just who the hell is Y/n? was she really his niece?...or did he obtain her through other means?

"Jason?"

"Hm..."

"Are you alright? you look stressed."

"Yeah, just thinking..uh, would it be okay I stayed in this bunker...I for y'know" Y/n stared him down causing Jason to wonder if she saw through him, the h/c hummed handing him back his jacket "Yeah that's fine just don't break anything." the raven haired man relaxed then noticed her clothes or rather scrubs wouldn't be his first choice but, it was better then nothing.

He took his jacket back and put it back on ignoring the fuzzy feeling he got smelling the way her scent from it mingled with his, it made his beast want more from the h/c girl who obliviously felt nothing.

"...Probably fucking that Irish bastard anyways." Jason muttered not realizing he said it out loud till Y/n sneered in disgust at the mere thought. "Che..Yeah, He wishes." Jason's eyes widened and looked at her gobsmacked "Yes, you did say it out loud." she smirked the vigilante felt his face heat up. "And you'll be happy to know that you achieved something Riley been trying to do for years and will never get chance to."

she says winking at him, Jason couldn't help but feel a small bit of pride at hearing that...and without really thinking he smirked "I wouldn't mind doing it again, just to piss him off." he quipped Y/n face turned pink, and the raven haired man blanched "I..didn't mean..." the h/c waved him off "No, no it's fine I wouldn't mind...Just make sure we're both sober this time." She said seriously Jason coughed.

"I'll make sure on that, ...But, just to be clear this thing is just sex alright? I'm not really looking for a relationship." He said keeping his distance as h/c contemplated this. "Okay, deal and if we both find someone we go our separate ways..." She held her hand and Jason seem to be thinking it over too. "Deal." He said shaking her hand ignoring the way the tightness in his chest and the way his stomach flopped.

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Just the notes ma’am: [Scarlets or rather Scarlet harlots: Are women who purposely let Vamps drink from them in exchange for. Money, Drugs or Sex. They're basically prostitutes who cater to Vampires, It's not uncommon to find a Scarlet pregnant from one-night stands or dead from over drain.]

#Jason Todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #werewolf! Jason Todd #Batman vampire au #werewolf au #wendigo #I can't write fight scenes #dc comics #supernatural au #jason todd x reader #dc universe #batman #jason todd #Red hood #werewolf #werewolf x reader #interspecies romance

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realistically-rachel · 6 years

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Season 2, Episode 7

-"TSA bumped up the warning level"

"Why?"

"There was another mass shooting."

"Arent mass shootings business as usual in America?" (Thank you Amanita. Also this is still so true)

-Rajan is such an ass sometimes

-God I hate Danielas parents

-Bless Wolfgang for helping Lito a tiny bit with Joaquin

-Ahh Riley and Diego met!

-Also confirmed it's been a year since season 1 finale by Diego

-Diego and Will kind of made up

-I also love Capheus' mom

-Aww sun at her parents grave :(

-Her scene with her mom has me crying

-All the cluster comforting her is touching...I love them

-"The clients dont agree with your lifestyle" Fuck you agency guy

-Jesus can these people stare more obviously at Lito? They suck except the guy who gave him a hug on the elevator. Hes okay

-I love watching Sun and Detective Mun fight

-Oh poor Todd yikes

-All the reactions to being in the church boils down to "Fuck"

-Now Riley is completely alone

-Now we know why Angelica joined BPO

-JK jonas isn't dead lol

#sense8 rewatch #sense8

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thefirsthogokage · 1 year

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I know I keep posting about this (and close together) but I keep getting more and more convinced that So Help Me Todd is kind of a marriage between Psych and Leverage.

Todd is Shawn Spencer, but the filming style, the dramady, and the helping people feel very Leverage.

They have many people POC guest cast and two cast members are POC (I thought one was white at first, but I believe she's mixed Asian and Caucasian). They might have another couple POC who are recurring. I

I like this show a lot, ok? And I'm thrilled to have something that not only gives me Psych vibes, but gives me OG Leverage vibes.

Please watch this show!

#so help me todd #riley watches tv #riley watches so help me todd

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seriestrash · 7 years

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Chapter Fourteen: Your Thing

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As per usual Abigail Adam’s High runs their production for three nights; Friday, Saturday and Sunday. The Wizard of Oz being no exception. After school that following Monday, the drama club members host an afternoon tea for everyone involved in the production to celebrate another successful show. This includes all cast and crew.

Other than Ms. Mitchell, Riley is the first to arrive to the empty classroom assigned for all drama club meetings. The brunettes last class is a free period so she uses her time to help set things up for the afternoon tea.

Riley makes a few trips between the cafeteria and the meeting space as the head lunch lady was kind enough to let Riley store some sweet treats from Topanga’s there.

Riley’s removing the saran wrap from the trays as Ms. Mitchell praises her efforts as Dorothy for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Thank you.” Riley smiles sheepishly.

“Of course the next play itself has yet to be chosen but you’d be the strongest contender for the lead.” The eccentric woman clasps her hands together.

“Oh I’m not sure I will be auditioning for the next play.” Riley admits nervously.

“Nonsense.” Ms. Mitchell interrupts with a gasp. “You can’t go from being our lead to- to nothing at all. Especially since this is the last production before you graduate.”

“I think it’s best if I just focus on graduating right now.” Riley points an embarrassed smile at the ground.

“You’re already in the final stages of being selected for the class valedictorian what more is there to focus on?” Ms. Mitchell blurts out.

Riley’s eyes widen. “I am?”

“Oh darn.” Ms. Mitchell huffs. “We’re not supposed to tell students until final grades are factored in.”

“How could I possibly be considered?” Riley asks in shock.

“Oh well I’ve already spilled the beans.” Ms. Mitchell swats the air. It’s like the woman had been holding this in and couldn’t any longer. “Miss Matthews you’re in the top five percent of all the students. You scored the highest SAT score amongst the entire senior class and you received six nominations for valedictorian from the faculty here at Abigail Adam’s.”

“But what about Farkle and Isadora?” Riley names her ex genius friends. “Surely they're the top one percent of all students.” Riley felt desperate almost to not win.

It was only a little over a week ago that she got her official SAT score back. An assembly was held in the gym and since the school doesn’t post who scored what they only read out the top five results and then students can ask for their own ranking afterwards. It was there that Riley was shocked to find out she scored highest. Kai was seconds away from making a scene when Riley hushed him not wanting that attention. That same afternoon at the bakery Lucas showed up as he had been the past month and he was joined along with Farkle and Isadora. Upon their arrival Riley overhead Farkle being huffy about something.

“Third? Third!?” Farkle exclaimed. “This is ludicrous I tell you!”

“Honey, you were only one point off second.” Smackle said in a reassuring way as she tugged at Farkle’s arm for him to join her in the little seat nook by the book shelves.

“Yes but I always expected to be bested by you my beloved.” Farkle smiled. “I want to know what chump beat you? Was is Todd in AP Biology, I swear I-”

“SAT scores have him all riled up.” Lucas appeared in front of Riley and she realised he caught her staring at the geniuses. “Did you do as well as you hoped?”

“I did okay.” Riley shrugged nonchalantly. “Better than my practice scores so that’s a win.” It wasn’t a lie. She did do better than her practice test but Riley still wanted to downplay the truth.

It’s with Farkle’s disappointment fresh in Riley’s mind that she remains adamant of graduating quietly.

“They are indeed being considered as well. Those are two very bright students.” Ms. Mitchell nods. “But as are you Miss Matthews, you shouldn’t dim your own light in order for others to shine.” She gives Riley an all knowing look. “…And I’d appreciate if you kept this little secret I shared with you a secret.”

“You got it.” Riley nods, her mind reeling at this new information.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Lucas wraps his knuckles on the wooden frame of the door. “I have a free period so I thought I’d come by and see if there was anything I can do to help.”

Riley never thought she’d be so happy for Lucas’ persistence but it seems an awkward chat with him was far more appealing than Ms. Mitchell’s pressing and praising.

“I have a couple more trays in the cafeteria if you wouldn’t mind helping me get them?” Riley asks.

“Sure.” Lucas nods and the two go on their way. “You look like you couldn’t get out of there fast enough.” He chuckles quietly when they’re a safe enough distance down the hall.

“There are no more trays.” Riley admits with a frown. “I feel bad for lying but Ms. Mitchell can be very intense sometimes.”

“Riley Matthews, a liar?” Lucas is all goofily dramatic. “I just don't know how my mamma’s going to feel about you corrupting me so close to graduation.”

“It was a tiny white lie.” Riley says defensively. “Plus you’re the liar, Mr. ‘I have a free period’.” Riley uses a funny voice and exaggerated air quotes. “I know for a fact you should be in class right now.”

“You keeping tabs on me?” Lucas smirks.

“Pfft.” Riley rolls her eyes. “I only know because the last time you ditched class - that I know of - was during my free period which is right now so the school schedule would work that you have a class you’re skipping again.”

“Okay Nancy Drew, you caught me.” Lucas chuckles.

“You really should stop skipping class.” Riley mumbles. “Just because the college application period is over doesn’t mean it’s time to slack off, final grades still count ya know?”

“I’m sorry we can’t all be valedictorians.” Lucas nudges Riley’s arm playfully with his shoulder.

Riley’s eyes widen and she turns to Lucas with a slight scowl.

“So I might have eavesdropped a little before I made myself known.” Lucas holds his palms out defensively.

“Lucas!” Riley’s scolds but breaks her hardness with a light giggle.

“I can’t believe- well I can believe,” Lucas corrects himself before continuing, “That you scored the highest on the SATs. That’s amazing. You made it seem like you only did okay...” Lucas shakes his head with a quiet laugh. “I really have to stop believing everything you tell me.”

Both of them tense up awkwardly once he finishes his last sentence. Lucas meant it lightheartedly but it made them both think of their conversation after the winter formal.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Riley holds her finger out as a warning trying to brush off the tension.

“Why not?” Lucas knits his brows.

“For a start we’re not even supposed to know about it and it’s not like it means anything to me... I just feel like I’m stealing this from people who clearly want it more-” Riley stops and shakes her head. “I haven't even got it so I don’t know why we’re wasting time talking about it.” Riley closes that conversation topic quickly.

After walking around aimlessly the two settle on the floor with their backs up against some lockers outside an empty class room.

“So you’re not going to audition for the next play?” Lucas shuffles into a comfortable position.

Riley knits her brows for a moment and then gives Lucas a quizzical look. “Just how long were you eavesdropping for?”

“Pretty much the entire time.” Lucas laughs.

“Waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and be the hero?” Riley coaxes her head knowingly.

Lucas taps his chin with his index finger before waving it in the air. “You’re not wrong.”

“White Knight.” Riley taunts lightly.

“What’s so bad about being protective and waiting to help people?” Lucas questions. “As I recall you would never give up trying to solve a problem if it was one of our friends in trouble.”

“Well they’re not my friends anymore.” Riley thinks bitterly to herself. “But wanting to look like a good guy isn't the same as actually being one.” Riley says aloud.

“That’s what you think of me?” Lucas is clearly offended. Riley knew of his rough past and he thought she understood how he genuinely wanted to be better than that.

Riley is quiet for a moment and reminds herself to not let others negative opinions of Lucas cloud her own judgement which clearly she already had. “No... I don’t know..” Riley sighs.

“It’s okay.” Lucas points his gaze forward and tries to change the subject. “So are you really trying to focus on graduation or was that excuse baloney?”

“I don’t know.” Riley admits.

“You don’t know if you were lying or not?” Lucas raises a brow.

“Stop calling me a liar.” Riley huffs. “I really don’t know. I have loved being in the plays, I’ve loved sharing this with Kai.. Being Dorothy felt amazing, like I was really pushing myself out of my comfort zone but I don't feel consumed by it..”

“It’s not your thing.” Lucas nods in understanding.

“My thing?” Riley questions.

“Yeah. You know like the thing you're most passionate about.” Lucas elaborates. “I like sports and there’s the whole vet thing, Farkle and Smackle are science enthusiasts, Zay loves his dancing and art had always been..” Lucas trails off.

“Maya’s thing.” Riley finishes. “You can say her name Lucas, she’s not Voldemort.”

“I thought you were too scared to watch Harry Potter?” Lucas brings up yet another mention of life before the triangle, he refers to a time in middle school where they all wanted to have a marathon but Riley kept insisting they watch something else.

“Kai made me.” Riley shrugs. “And in my defence those giant spiders in the second one were awful.”

“You have a point.” Lucas rolls his head forward with a laugh. “So if it’s not the drama club what about the newspaper?” Lucas backtracks.

Riley thinks carefully before speaking. “I have loved the working on the paper too.”

“But?” Lucas squints his eye.

“But nothing.” Riley says defensively. “Maybe I just don’t have a thing.”

“You’re holding something back.” Lucas states.

“Am not.” Riley remains defensive.

“Yes you are.” Lucas insists. “You’re doing that face you do when you’re holding something back.”

“What face?” Riley squishes her cheeks with her hands.

“You have this look you do the moment you decide to suppress an emotion or not say something big.” Lucas explains. “I didn’t exactly know what it was until just recently but it makes sense. Maybe if I worked it out earlier it could have saved us a lot of trouble a few years ago.”

“You don’t know me Lucas.” Riley is snippy because she feels vulnerable.

“I will not deny your change over the past few years, Riley but in the same respect you can’t deny that I did know you and at our core we are the same person even with great amounts of personal growth.” Lucas says. “You also can’t sit with me and talk but then shut me down for trying to get to know who you are now. I understand I have no right to complain but it’s just... frustrating sometimes.”

Riley is quiet for a moment. She did know she had every right to act however she liked with Lucas because of how he sprung this all on her and with how persistent he is but part of her knew it was unfair to be so hot and cold all the time. Riley knew Lucas was right, she can’t lure him into conversation and then shut him down every time she feels afraid. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing but it had to be nothing if she wasn’t ever willing for there to be an all.

Riley sighs heavily realising how much she clearly upset Lucas. Not thinking too much about it Riley takes a deep breath before mumbling a truth. “I wrote a play.” Her murmur was too quiet for Lucas to understand.

“I’m sorry, what?” Lucas turns to her for clarification.

“I wrote a play.” Riley mumbles a little more clearly.

“You wrote a play?” Lucas almost exclaims.

“Not so loud.” Riley hushes.

“What about?” Lucas questions.

“I’m not telling you that.” Riley shakes her head.

“Can I read it?” Lucas asks.

“Absolutely not.” Riley laughs nervously.

“So play writing is your thing?” Lucas smiles.

“Maybe.” Riley shrugs. “I’m not sure.”

“Riley.” Lucas coaxes his head with a slight frown.

Riley lets out yet another sigh and decides to give Lucas the answers he wants. “Fine. Maybe it is my thing.” Riley shrugs and avoids eye contact as she opens up. “I loved being in the plays with Kai and I loved writing for the newspaper. After I started the newspaper I began writing other things like little short stories and then the more time went on things changed. I liked writing so much that my love for the plays and the paper only really came from my love of Kai and Caitlin.”

“So you decided to write a play?” Lucas has trouble connecting the dots.

“Don’t get me wrong I loved being Dorothy and I love The Wizard of Oz but part of me felt like maybe we could use these plays to say something... more.” Riley folds her arms to her chest. “I don’t know okay, I don’t want to talk about it anymore, I’m embarrassed.”

“You shouldn't be.” Lucas smiles sweetly. “I think that’s really cool and if you think it might be your thing you should work at it. See where the road takes you.”

Eventually, the bell rings and it’s only moments later that chatter of students flows through the halls. Riley lets out a sigh but it’s Lucas who gets to his feet first. The Texan hovers above Riley and holds out a hand offering his assistance. Riley looks at it for a moment assessing what it would mean if she took it.

“Come on.” Lucas waves his hand with a sigh. “I’m just trying to help you up. It’s not like I’m asking you to marry me.”

Riley’s eyes roll but only slightly and she wasn’t even sure if it was at Lucas or herself. Riley extends out her own hand and lets Lucas help her up. His motion wasn’t rough but his yank was forceful enough to make Riley stagger into his chest as Rliey’s trying to find her footing Lucas adds a smug, “Not yet anyway” to the end of his marriage remark.

“There you go again.” Riley shakes her head with a sigh. The brunette tenses hers fingers in the air and walks away, leaving Lucas behind.

“What? What I do?” Lucas asks trying to catch up, he’s weaving through other students on their way out of class and to their lockers.

“You go from zero to a hundred in a snap.” Riley doesn’t bother to wait for him to be beside her again, nor does she turn around to look at him. “You take a normal moment like the eating cookies in the library or helping me off the floor-” Riley stops when Lucas’ hand grabs her shoulder, she spins around to face him. “And then you drench that moment in gasoline and throw twelve matches at it.”

“Twelve is strangely specific.” Lucas squints an eye.

Riley lets out a frustrated groan and continues marching down the hall. “You have to take things slower. There’s ninety-nine numbers before one hundred for a reason.” Riley calls back. “Here I am freaking out at the transition from three to four whilst you're up there in the high eighties.” Riley knows she’s taken the analogy way too far but she was already past the point of no return with her rant.

Lucas stops for a moment and watches Riley enter through the door leading to the drama clubs afternoon tea, she's still shaking her head but Lucas can’t help but smile. Whether she meant to or not, Riley had implied that things were progressing- that she wanted them to progress, just slower. Feeling extra hopeful Lucas follows Riley inside.

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End Notes: So this chapter was originally going to be longer (as in including more time gone by in it) but I decided to finish it here as it’s been forever since I updated last. In the next chapter - which hopefully won't be too far away - I will include the rest of what I planned to be in this one. THEN after that we will finally get to prom! I am sorry for taking so long and then not delivering exactly what I promised !!! sdkjgh

#rucas #rucas au #rucas fic #rucas fanfic

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womenofcolor15 · 4 years

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Kandi Burruss Reveals Baby Blaze - Her & Todd's Daughter Via Surrogate!

The newest Tucker baby has arrived! And Kandi & co. are already building the 3-day-old her own empire. Meet Baby Blaze inside.

"RHOA" star Kandi Burruss & Todd Tucker just welcomed their brand new baby girl via surrogate, and they documented everything. Of course.

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Our little angel is doing well! She was born yesterday 11-22-19 at 6:54pm. 8lbs & 1oz! Her name is Blaze Tucker. Thank you to everyone for the love & well wishes! She’s gonna Blaze a path to greatness! @blazetucker is our newest heartbeat.

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How cute! The fam posted up a vlog for Kandi's Youtube channel straight from the hospital.

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Then, Kandi thanked their surrogate Shadina and their doctor Jackie Walters ("Married To Medicine") for making their dreams come true.

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I’m still in awe of my baby girl @blazetucker! I just wanna say thank you sooooo much to @therealdrjackie & @shadinablunt for helping us bring our beautiful baby girl in the world. There are no words that can express our gratitude! @shadinablunt is normally a super private person so helping us in this journey has been different for her. Please send love & light to her & @therealdrjackie! They mean a lot to our family. & Make sure to watch #RHOA tonight & see a part of the journey on tonight’s episode.

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Baby Blaze already has her own IG page, because we expect nothing less from her mogul mama Kandi Burruss. Her first pics are with her big sister Riley and big brother Ace and parents:

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My big brother @acetucker & my daddy @todd167 both got me covered!

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I promise to protect you @blazetucker! Photo: @morrisde

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#GirlPower #SisterSister @rileyburruss

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It feels so good to be loved!

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The “B” to my R&B #girlsclub

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Seems like Riley's warmed up to the idea of her mom and stepdad having another baby in the fam. Adorbs. And "RHOA" friend Shamea Morton stopped by for a visit in the hospital already:

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A BEAUTIFUL Blaze went through the Hospital yesterday! I was fortunate enough to meet @blazetucker today and she’s everything I imagined and more. Her name fits her perfectly. Congratulations @kandi and @todd167 Sidenote....it was funny how possessive @acetucker and @rileyburruss were of their baby sis. They def don’t have to worry about a baby sitter bc they had it on lock. PS...it was my idea for her to lay in bed! CALM DOWN

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All these babies this season of Real Housewives. Sheesh.

Congrats to the Burruss-Tuckers!

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sofiaclarkeauthor-blog · 5 years

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BOOK TEASER for Three For Me - A Reverse Harem Romance

I let out an involuntary scream and ran. I only made it a few feet before the strange man caught up to me and clutched my arm, digging his fingers into it. He wore a black hoodie that was pulled low. His gloves were black, as were his boots. I saw his eyes. They were bright and menacing, but they weren't Todd's. In a way, that was worse. At least with Todd, I knew what to expect.

Todd and I had broken up four months ago, and he'd harassed me with text messages and calls for weeks afterward and had even shown up at my work asking for me—which was ridiculous because he'd been the one who'd left for someone else, not me. Eventually, he'd stopped cold, and I'd been glad. He'd been abusive during our relationship and had hit me several times. Even so, we'd dated for two years before finally breaking up.

Those two long years paled in comparison to the present danger. Driven by a burst of adrenaline, I wheeled around and smacked my attacker in the face with my purse, and he stumbled back, but he managed to hold on, pressing his fingers into me all the more. Pain lanced through my arm as I tried tearing myself away from him. He grabbed me with his other hand, doubling his grip, and pulled with his entire body. I lost balance and fell toward him. Our bodies collided and in the next moment I was dragged into the alley and slammed bodily against a brick wall.

He brought his face a foot from mine, breathing frantically. "Give me your money!" I let out another scream and flailed, and he planted a gloved hand over my mouth. I tried biting him, but the fabric was too thick. He'd obviously planned ahead. "Give me your money, and no one gets hurt!" he growled. I kicked him and tried creating distance. Anger flashed across his expression, and he wheeled his arm around and punched me hard on the side of the face. With his other hand, he tried yanking my purse away. I clung to it stubbornly and his eyes filled with rage. "Give it to me!"

He lifted his fist to strike me again, and I had the certainty that my life was about to end. In that instant, a miracle occurred. Voices filled the air, and three men appeared. It took them only a split-second to come charging at us. Fear flashed across the face of my attacker, and he let go of me and bolted in the opposite direction. My rescuers hurried after him, disappearing into the shadows.

They passed by me so swiftly that I barely had a chance to see who they were. I stood trembling as their voices echoed down the alley. At a given moment, everything went quiet, then a handful of seconds later, they reappeared running toward me. They were the most stunningly handsome men that I'd ever seen. Each of them was fit and seemed to be in their late twenties. Their faces were filled with protective instinct.

The one on the left had curly brown hair, olive skin, and blue-gray eyes. He had a prominent and straight nose that complimented his angular face. The one in the middle was tall and broad-shouldered. Even with his clothes on, I could see every muscle in his huge body bulging. His square face, which was filled out with a thick beard, was red. His reddish-brown hair was tousled from running. The one on the right had copper-colored skin, a fine face, and shoulder-length black hair. But it was his dark, almond-shaped eyes, so focused and watchful, that stood out the most.

The three of them surrounded me and the one in the middle spoke urgently. "Are you ok?"

I burst into tears, unable to help myself. Seeing my reaction, he and the others came forward and wrapped their arms around me. I reciprocated and melted into their embrace, not caring that I was hugging complete strangers. They'd just saved my life. Several seconds passed before I was composed enough to let go. "I'm...I'm fine. Thank you," I muttered.

"Do you have a name? Is there someone we can call?" he asked.

My voice was choked and raspy. "Bailey."

"My name's Stephen." He gestured left then right. "This is Riley and Felipe."

Riley put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it with concern. "Just breathe. Everything's going to be alright."

Felipe searched me with his dark eyes. "You sure you're going to be ok?"

"Yeah...I will."

Stephen's brow furrowed the instant his eyes came to rest on the side of my face where I'd been hit. He put a hand on my shoulder. "Nothing like this will ever happen again. You're safe. We're here now."

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womanaction · 7 years

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btvs/ats/community (hope i'm not doing too much lol) for the fandom meme

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buffy

the character i least understand: like...anya probably? from a storytelling standpoint i don’t think the writers really agreed on what to do with her and from a relating standpoint she’s 1000+ years old and a former-then-again demon. they just didn’t really go into her character enough for me to say i understand her, and i think it’s easy to write her on a shallow level.

interactions i enjoyed the most: the easy thing to say is probably my ships right, and it is true that spike/buffy is my otp maybe mostly because i’m endlessly fascinated by their dynamics, but i also really love the og scoobies hanging out and especially the willow/xander friendship. beyond that i also loved tara&dawn and spike&dawn. and buffy&cordy, which i do ship but i brotp it more than otp most days. either way is good though.

the character who scares me the most: willow bc of below answer

the character who is mostly like me: willow. definitely willow. i’ve thought about making a photoset w characters i id w the most and she’d be dead center. i sometimes can’t even enjoy her character, especially at cringey moments, because of that, and i recognize that her worst qualities are some of mine too. i don’t think i’d try to destroy the world but thankfully i shouldn’t ever have the opportunity.

hottest looks character: faith? i totally change my answer every time bc i’m a cheating bisexual (this is the one scenario where that stereotype is correct)

one thing i dislike about my fave character: i’m going to use buffy as my fave here bc i’ll talk about cordy below. (i like to think about myself as having 3 types of faves in each fandom: the fave to watch, the one i id with, and the one i’d die for. buffy’s the latter.) writing-wise i dislike how we lose a lot of access to buffy’s inner mind. person-wise i guess her black-and-white thinking? it’s pretty necessary to her work and it’s obviously not as bad as like...riley’s but i think it’s detrimental to her in that she doesn’t seek out the help she needs. she wants to be all-slayer or all-buffy, she wants things to be all bad or all good.

one thing i like about my hated character: i guess my hated character is riley bc using a villain seems cheatish (i thought saying warren, and he makes star wars references). i actually have a lot in common with riley, which i’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, but i really like how he tried to be involved with buffy’s family? like obviously later in s5 that turned into him acting weird and entitled about it but at the beginning when he’s trying to befriend dawn and such is sweet and good.

a quote or scene that haunts me: ummm all of them tbh. but to pick a random one i think a lot about the scene of buffy just staring at the water coming out of the faucet. also another water-related one, when i watch the body i’m always struck by the weird water purifier/cooler thing you see in their kitchen bc we had that exact same one in the house i lived in before my father passed away. getting personal i guess but the first time i watched it that floored me.

a death that left me indifferent: all of them affected me a lot i feel but jonathan’s definitely had less impact than i feel like it should given he’d been on the show for like 5 seasons by that point. and i like him as a character! i guess it got really subsumed into andrew’s character arc which kinda sucked, and it was played up more as a villain moment.

a character i wish died but didn’t: none of them i love my kids

my ship that never sailed: faith/buffy!!!! why...

angel

the character i least understand: maybe lorne? again like with the anya thing this is a character with a potentially fascinating backstory and a very unique perspective and we get just a little taste of it. love him though

interactions i enjoyed the most: i really loved the whole gang’s interactions tbh but wesley&gunn’s friendship deserves a special shout out. also doyle and angel did so much with that bond in so few episodes. and i also really liked lindsay’s interactions with angel for some reason, idk. maybe because he brings out angel’s petty side.

the character who scares me the most: probably angel, right? not angelus but when angel himself teeters into Badness territory. i’m both scared of him and scared for him.

the character who is mostly like me: either fred or angel. i get compared to fred a lot irl and online from people who’ve seen it mostly bc i have the same vague face concept as amy acker and also a southern accent, and i am in stem and whatever but i never felt like there was a lot there for me to latch onto. imo fred was a major missed opportunity too, they didn’t flesh her out nearly as much as they could have. anyway they’re both kinda awkward and introverted and same.

hottest looks character: uhhh it’s cheating to say faith here again i guess but i’m doing it anyway.

one thing i dislike about my fave character: so i love cordy to death (obviously) i loved her almost immediately on buffy and only managed to love her even more but obviously she is very self-centered and could be a better friend sometimes...i guess...and i’m not gonna mention the travesty of her writing in s4.

one thing i like about my hated character: i guess that’s gonna be wesley? who i don’t hate at all i just felt like everything started getting drawn into the Orbit of his Manpain in the later seasons BUT i love dorky!wes to death. like “rogue demon hunter” wes. that’s the wes for me.

a quote or scene that haunts me: like not to be obvious but the “nothing we do matters, all that matters is what we do” MURDERS me every time like i honestly find so much meaning in that. but i also think about cordy accepting the demon at the end of “birthday” and almost cry every time she’s just so brave and strong and willing to be better and i’m upset.

a death that left me indifferent: wes again? i’m sorry y’all are gonna murder me. it’s not that it left me indifferent but after cordy and fred died...and not long after lilah either and lorne is over here shooting lindsay...i didn’t have many emotions left sorry

a character i wish died but didn’t: uhmmm none of them honestly except if s4 was a character

my ship that never sailed: WELL honestly angel and cordy never got to be together at all...but they did admit they loved each other...but my only other real ship here was wesley/lilah so idk, they were both tragic and barely happened so take ur pick, joss whedon hates my happiness :/ oh wait snap! i was actually a little invested in angel and kate before that arc got thrown out the window. so them i guess.

community

the character i least understand: excluding like...todd...of the main cast probably shirley. not that i don’t understand her exactly but it’s yet another case of writers not really knowing what to do with a character and her writing sometimes being very uneven. obviously it’s a comedy so i’m not expecting in depth explorations of every detail but i did feel like there were lots of blanks about her past/motivations/etc that just got ignored. still love her though.

interactions i enjoyed the most: well obviously i love annie/abed platonically or romantically...and i also ship britta/jeff so them too. there wasn’t nearly enough britta/annie which i also ship both ways. i also loved the weird dynamic with annie being pierce’s favorite...and shirley&jeff!! underutilized but always good.

the character who scares me the most: hmm i was really worried about jeff for a while there.

the character who is mostly like me: annie tbh her perfectionism and drive and anxieties are just.....right there in my brain....always.

hottest looks character: annie, alison brie is a flawless goddess of sexiness and humor. that said thanks to aforementioned identification i can’t crush on annie per se? but divorced from personality she wins for sure.

one thing i dislike about my fave character: so my favorite to watch is britta and i had a really hard time with some of her cringier psych-major material bc i’ve known so many irritating psych majors like that. mmmmmmmmnnnnnnnuuuugh. hard to sit through. good stuff but cringey

one thing i like about my hated character: i really don’t hate any of the characters? i guess picking pierce out of the mains i liked his moments of kindness and especially whenever he tried to bond w jeff. good stuff

a quote or scene that haunts me: the whole ending of “virtual systems analysis” honestly...some Strong Identification w both annie and abed happening there.

a death that left me indifferent: i mean i guess if hickey really died in s6 as implied in that one screenshotted email or whatever that, since they didn’t go into it, but otherwise i guess when star burns [fake] died

a character i wish died but didn’t: uhhhhh none i love my kids

my ship that never sailed: annie/abed, i can’t shut up about it (that said i’m glad it didn’t sail tbh bc i don’t think i would have liked what the writers would have done with it probably but still)

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