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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 15/?

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name.

Thinking about making parts longer so that I can at least finish a semester of Jason knowing Y/N before I do fic 2 of this continuity. Give it a better name, probably. I dunno

Warnings: Eludes to sex, Takes about Injuries, Mentions of Trauma, Refusal to acknowledge pain, Swearing, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

She could find herself lost in the way Jason walked for hours. He thought she was asleep when he threw on his slightly ripped boxers so he could walk to his desk. She didn’t know what it was that drew her in, maybe it was just the way that even after he had been stabbed that he could act like he owned the room.

She thought he was really, really, attractive. Like, really. She couldn't think of times where she wouldn’t get lost in how he looked. His personality made it a lot better, too. She really liked how he chose to carry his personality, how he chose to carry himself.

He turned to his bed after plugging in his laptop, it would take a while to charge, when he noticed she was staring.

“Your eyes will dry out looking at something so hot, Y/N. I’d be careful,” he joked, letting a large smile slip by.

“I’ll need heat-resistant goggled to keep this relationship going, damn.”

“Bruce can buy you some.”

“I think after his freak-out bout our situation, he wouldn’t be keen on that one, darling.”

He smiled at her, “What makes you say that? He clearly likes you.”

“That doesn't mean he wants to spend that much money on me.”

“I would spend that much money on you,” he grabbed the water bottle sitting at his desk and twisted the cap off.

“You have spent that much money on me.”

“Pretty girl, gets money, gets the pretty man,” he said before seeming to chug the entire bottle.

“You would probably find a way to drown while drinking water, honestly.”

“Ha, ha, baby. Funny.”

“You don’t have to tell me I’m funny for me to know I’m funny, Jay,” she joked, “Are you coming back to bed?”

“No, I’m not.”

“What the fuck, man.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I have work to do for Wayne Enterprises,” he said.

“I just want to cuddle,” she jokingly wined at him.

“You’re a temptress, but I really have to do this.”

“Doesn’t your laptop take time to charge?” she asked.

“Yes it does, why?”

“Come here then.”

He sighed and looked at his laptop before smiling and coming over to his bed, “You’re lucky it’s charging slowly today, baby.”

He climbed into the bed beside her, she thought he forgot that she was naked but he didn’t. He knew she was naked, he just didn’t want anything from her, he didn’t want a ‘fun night’ with his girlfriend, he just wanted the cuddling on a Thursday morning.

She had a headache, a massive one, and Jason noticed her wincing a lot and holding her head, he had seen these signs before, in Time Drake, his baby brother, who had a severe caffeine addiction.

“You alright?” he asked, nuzzling his nose into her shoulder.

“Headache,” she answered and winced again.

“Caffeine or medication?” he asked, trying to make certain that is was caffeine and not anything else.

“Caffeine.”

“I can always make you some coffee, Y/N.”

“If you're willing to leave this bed, could you?” she asked.

“I could, I could. I don’t want to leave this moment, but I guess” he said, sarcastically.

“I’ll owe you indefinitely,” she said as he got up and walked over to his dresser, scavenging for a pair of pants so he didn’t walk downstairs and possibly expose himself to his siblings.

“Do you want anything else while I’m down there?” he asked while putting on his pants, “I can always make you breakfast,” he said.

“No, no, the coffee is more than enough, I swear.”

“You just want to spend more time with me, you simp.”

“That is true, that is so true.”

“I’ll be back in bed before you know it,” he walked over to her and kissed her forehead, taking in the bedhead and the way her eyes drowsed when she was tired, “Don’t pass out on me.”

“I can’t make promises I may not keep.”

“Then just keep me positive.”

She laughed and he walked out of the room. You could feel the way he was giddy about her as he walked out, from the way his grin wouldn’t fall to the way he bothered to get dressed, even if it was just pants.

No one thought they’d see the day that Jason Todd, the Jason Todd, would walk out of a room with a girl in it with pants on.

“Master Todd,” Alfred said as Jason walked into the kitchen, “One of these days, I ask of you, you and Miss Y/N should eat breakfast with the rest of us. And, it’s nearly 10:00, sir. You should be up sooner.”

“I can always count on you to parent me, Alfred,” Jason joked, “One of these days she and I will come down for breakfast, I swear,” he turned on the coffee machine.

“You don’t drink coffee, Master Todd.”

“No, I don’t. But she does.”

“My god, you’re whipped!” Tim exclaimed at his big brother.

“You’ll understand one day when someone you like this much is in your bed, Tim.”

“You didn’t even call me on my shit, who are you and what did you do with my brother?” Tim joked.

“I sold him to the devil in exchange for his rocking body and a beautiful girlfriend, moron.”

“How is your stab wound, Master Todd?” Alfred asked.

“Painful,” he said before looking in his foresight for Alfred’s reaction, when Alfred frowned, it broke Jason’s heart, he loved Alfred, “It’s gotten better, I swear. But it’s not ideal, either.”

“Master Richard says he should have watched you closer.”

“I don’t think he could have stopped it.”

“I could have tried,” Dick chimed in.

“Have you been listening in?” Tim asked when he turned to Dick.

“Are you that surprised? But Jase, you could have died, I could have done better, I could have stopped it if I just-”

“How many times do I have to say it isn’t your fault, Dickie?” Jason cut him off.

“I just promised to always protect you, and I failed my job.”

“You’re starting to sound like Dad, Dick,” Jason joked, trying to liven up the mood and stop his brother from crying. He needed to just distract them all from it, he didn’t want to deal with it, to talk about it all.

“Jase,” Dick paused.

“Dick, c’mon. I’m not dead. No one died. We’re all okay.”

“Jay, he has a point, no one is ready to lose you again, man,” Tim jumped in.

“To say the least,” Alfred finished.

“I love you guys, I do,” he said as he poured Y/N’s coffee, “And I get you’re scared that I’m going to die again,” he paused and sighed, “I don’t really know what to say, really.”

“You said really twice,” Tim joked.

“Listen here you little, literally, shit,” Jason retorted, holding his hand above Tim’s head like he was comparing heights, “I’ve enjoyed this, really. I can’t give up family bonding for anything, but you guys understand-”

“Are you ditching us for the pretty woman?” Dick asked.

“You would do the same, Dick.”

“Because I’m serious about Barbara.”

“And?” he joked as he walked off and back to his room.

Opening his door, he saw her, half-awake, laying in his bed. She had gotten up at some point to put on one of his shirts, it was cute. He liked the fact that she was wearing his shirt. He stared for a bit.

“Whatcha doing, Romeo?” she joked.

“Is that my shirt?” he asked as he walked towards his nightstand and put down the coffee before looking at her.

“Yeah, it is. If you mind, frankly, I don’t care.”

“Ha, ha. I don’t mind,” he said as he crawled back into bed with her while she sat up to drink the coffee, “Hope that makes it a little nicer to be here.”

“It’s already nice to be here.”

“I’m sure the headache made it suck a little, though.”

“Well yes but no.”

“Yes but no is my personal motto.”

“Is it now?”

“Well, ‘Should you do this, Jason? Dad will be mad.’ followed by yes but no is literally everything I do, ever.”

“Is this how telling your dad that we’re dating went?” she joked.

“Oh yeah, he just hates you,” he said with heavy sarcasm.

“If your partner’s parents don’t hate you then are you even their partner?” she retorted.

He laughed and buried his face into her chest. She laughed between sips of her coffee and she stroked his hair. She thought he liked it when she did this, and he did, she was right. He could feel each of her fingers running through his hair, massaging his head. If love languages are a thing, she could speak his fluently.

She was scared, scared that the attacks against her were related, scared that her friends weren’t going to get out of jail, scared that her escapade of drinking had brought her back to alcoholism, there was a taste she could never get off her tongue, the cravings she couldn’t quench. And it scared her. She hadn’t been this far down in a while, mentally.

It never seemed like the moment that she could bring that up to Jason, her fears. She wanted to open up about it but she just couldn’t.

Jason wanted to bring up the nightmares to her, but it was never the moment, He wanted to open up to her about it but he too, just couldn’t.

When she finished her coffee, it was unfortunately the time that Jason had to work, she audibly groaned and sighed when he left her side. He laughed and kissed her before he left the bed, and she, jokingly, tried to pull him back onto the bed.

Mundane life, day-to-day life was stuff like this, partners leaving because they had jobs, school, volunteering, extra-curricular activities, anything. It was the sad reality that they both would have to accept, especially if Y/N was going to reenroll in her dance lessons, which she had been thinking about. She hadn’t been deciding anything, she was scared.

Was it the distance that scared her? Probably. Was it the fact that she could fall from grace? Yes. She didn’t want to fall, she wanted to climb and climb harder and progress. She was a high-achiever. She had already fell, too. She fell hard.

She remembered waking up in a hospital in grade 10, after a night of partying, on the verge of death from alcohol poisoning. She was sent to rehab but relapsed hard. She had already fell, she had fallen so hard but tried to rebuild herself so hard as well. No one, but her parents, knew about the hospital visit, she had hidden it.

He was working away, typing on his laptop when she noticed that he was wincing.

“Baby?” she asked.

“Yes?” he said, through pain.

“Are you alright?”

“Just a little bit of pain, don’t worry.”

She got up and draped her arms behind him on the chair, “Doesn’t seem like a little bit, Jay.”

He grabbed her arm and rested his hand there while the other worked still, “Really, it’s nothing.”

“Do you have pain medication?” she whispered in his ear, trying to prove that she wasn’t going to let it go.

“I do, in the cabinet in the bathroom, why? Are you in pain?”

“If I asked you to take some so I don’t have to see you wince, will you?” she said while she walked towards the bathroom and dug through his cabinet.

“Baby, c’mon, please,”

“Shhhh,” she said as she found the pain meds and walked back, “Take some?”

“C’mon now,” he said.

“No, don’t humor me, say yes or no,” she said.

He grabbed the pill bottle and read the dosage instructions as she crawled behind him in the chair and rested her head on his back. He laughed slightly when she did and she could feel him laugh. The way his muscles contorted as he laughed. It was something she loved. He took the recommended dosage when she glanced at his stitches. They looked to be healing, but she wasn’t a doctor, she didn’t know if they were.

She placed her hand on top of his stitches, hoping she could just trace the outline of the scar, but she was watching his face, hoping that he wouldn’t wince if she tried. He smiled though, something about her even trying to comfort him brought him joy.

He didn’t feel worthy of her worry, her love, her kindness, but he enjoyed every minute of it because he still didn’t know if the pressure of it all, his life, if it would break her. He didn’t want it all to come crashing down, ever. He wanted this to last at least long enough that he could consider saying ‘I love you’ to her.

Every other girl would have run at the moment he was stabbed though, maybe because they had sense, maybe because she didn’t think through it all. He didn’t think she was ‘Not like other girls’ just because he knew that mindset is fucking trash, thank to his sisters just rambling about it at family game night after Tim said it, on accident. Boy, that kid got his ass handed to him by the girls.

He was sure that Y/N probably thought the same about it, in spite of the pick-me songs she’d end up playing when she was bored. They were just good songs, he was sure she didn’t really think that bringing other women, even men, down was a good thing. if she did, who knows how his sisters and brothers would feel about her when they found out.

But there he sat, and Y/N hadn't run. She had embraced the tragedy with open arms and expected it to slow down. His life was face-paced, a tale of a boy running too far and into the sky, and she sat through it with him. He would tap and type on his laptop, trying to not move and disturb her as she relaxed.

Doing work was not exactly the activity a new couple would want to do when neither of them had anything else to do, but it needed to be done or Bruce would hand Jason his ass in an argument about work ethic. Jason had work ethic, and Bruce had let him rest but when Jason was showing signs of recovery, he started telling Jason to ease back into work. So, Jason wrote essays defending projects Bruce wanted to do to the board.

Bruce didn’t need Jason to defend him, but if Jason could get the words out, normally no board members would fight Bruce on the decision anymore. And Bruce paid Jason handsomely for these essays, because Bruce did not like the fighting and arguing he’d get from the board.

But the Batman-Patented Stare would follow if someone continued to hate Bruce’s plans. It was a watered-down version of it, but it was still probably the most intimidating thing that his kids and teammates have ever experienced.

Jason hope that the relationship between him and Y/N would continued even if Bruce gave her the Batman Stare. She seemed like the type of girl who would end up laughing in Bruce’s face if he did it to her.

She was probably going to receive it after that fight Jason and him had about protection, because she was also partly to blame about that.

The hours ticked by as Jason wrote to defend his dad from the board, and before he and Y/N knew it, it was dinner time at the Wayne Manor, and Y/N was invited. Great, Jason thought, I guess we’re going to find out how she’s going to deal with the stare.

“Just a fair warning, baby, my dad’s probably going to attempt to lecture you if you join us for dinner,” Jason said as he got dressed.

“He can try his best, I’ll give him that,” she laughed as she threw on the same clothes she had from the day before.

“You need to start bringing an over-night bag here, damn,” he joked.

“Remind me next time I come over and I’ll at least bring a second change of clothes in my schoolbag.”

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They all sat down for dinner, and Bruce started his parenting attempt, “Jason, Y/N,” he said and both of them stared at him, “You both know what you did was irresponsible-”

“Everything I do is irresponsible, Bruce, no offense,” Y/N joked.

“Look, I’m not going to have you two having sex-”

“They’re having sex?!” Damien and Tim exclaimed with fake disgust, YN laughed.

“Could any of you take this seriously?”

“Sorry, sorry, playboy billionaire, I’ll pretend you’re my dad for a second,” YN joked.

“You’re going to be a pain in my ass, huh?”

“Yeah, probably. Sorry about that, genuinely, but its not my fault your son picked me.”

“I just need you two to be safe if you’re going to continue to have sex in my house,” Bruce said, exasperated.

“We’ll just have sex at my house then,” Y/N joked again.

Bruce gave her The Stare at this moment, and she got startled a little bit. Everyone paused because she literally jumped a bit at The Stare.

“Dad, I think you genuinely scared her a bit,” Dick said.

“Did I jump? Oh my god,” she laughed, “I’m sorry,” she laughed harder, “I wasn’t expecting it!”

“Dad, c’mon, she’s a guest,” Jason said.

“No, no don’t worry about me, seriously. He can discipline me all he wants, honestly. If he’s nice about it, I’ll listen, even if I throw 69 jokes his way.”

“Nice,” Tim retorted.

“Really, a sex joke? Right after I tried to parent you?” Bruce questioned, “You really are the perfect match for Jason, my god.”

“You didn’t already realize that from the flipping off the press and her head-butting incident?” Stephanie added in, mocking Bruce.

“I, in no way, feel remorse or shame about either of those events.”

“You flipped off the press?” Cass asked.

“I did, I did. They can’t stop me, no one can.”

“I can,” Jason joked.

“You can keep thinking that.”

Everyone laughed. Whether or not Bruce wanted to admit it, he liked Y/N and hoped that Jason and her were going to last a while.

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tabloidtoc · 4 years

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National Enquirer, November 16

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Jeffrey Epstein’s madam Ghislaine Maxwell’s nights with Prince Andrew and teen Virginia Roberts Giuffre

Page 2: Brad Pitt kicked married galpal Nicole Poturalski to the curb after getting flak from his ex Angelina Jolie -- Brad’s relationship with Nicole hit the skids after Brad decided he needed to shore up his image during his ongoing custody battle with Angie and his focus right now is to get his dad image back on track and give Angie no more ammo to fling back at him

Page 3: Tiger Woods’ romance with Erica Herman has gone off course over legal troubles and wedding pressure and bickering over where to live and Tiger is so fed up he’s considering ditching his nagging girlfriend in Florida and moving back to his native California -- Erica’s been pressuring him to put a ring on it ever since she moved into his Jupiter Island mansion and that’s something he just won’t do and she’s already taken over his household buying new furniture and remodeling the master bath and building a new closet and hiring a gourmet chef -- California is looking better and better to Tiger who only moved to Florida to play on its tough Bermuda grass which helped improve his swing but now Tiger’s ex Elin lives in Florida with their two kids

Page 4: Miranda Lambert is scoffing at ex Blake Shelton’s newly announced engagement to Gwen Stefani and she’s convinced Blake’s third walk down the aisle has failure written all over it because she thinks Blake’s bad to the bone and this marriage will wind up being a total disaster and after the hell Blake put her through Miranda can’t imagine his life with Gwen would be any different, lifelong bachelor Simon Cowell has had a change of heart since his horrific August accident and he’s finally ready to tie the knot with baby mama Lauren Silverman -- after spinal surgery to repair his broken back the entertainment mogul feels lucky to be alive and walking and the one constant in his difficult rehab after surgery has been Lauren and he wants to pay her back with a ring

Page 5: Train-wreck Wendy Williams’ wacky behavior has TV producers scrambling behind the scenes to find her replacement after her unhinged performance on a recent episode of her talk show where she slurred her words and rambled incoherently -- there had been a hope a chatfest helmed by Nick Cannon could be a safety net should the daytime diva who spent a stint in a sober living house last year not be able to continue hosting but plans for that were pushed back after the comic made anti-Semitic rants in a podcast -- they also tried Jerry O’Connell when Wendy was out for three weeks last year but he tanked with viewers -- Wendy’s a mess and it remains to be seen how long producers will be able to put up with her problems before they decide to pull the plug

Page 6: Grey’s Anatomy star Ellen Pompeo hinted that she may be making her final rounds -- Ellen who has starred on the show since 2005 and makes $20 million a year admitted she’s considering slipping out of her scrubs after the current season 17 but her departure could spell the end of the beloved series and show creator Shonda Rhimes has said it’s unlikely the show could continue without her but Ellen has also expressed her desire to spend more time with her husband and their three children

Page 7: Mariah Carey’s brother Morgan blasted her memoir as filled with lies and distortions and he’s considering legal action -- the book called Morgan and sister Alison her ex-brother and ex-sister and Mariah wrote Morgan had a long history of violence and when she was six he slammed their mother into a wall -- Mariah also wrote her siblings and mother were heartless in terms of dealing with her as a human being and once she got famous they started treating her like an ATM with a wig on but Morgan is fighting back and looking to hire a lawyer

Page 8: Reese Witherspoon’s marriage to Jim Toth is in the muck after the stunning collapse of his new business venture and tensions are mounting in the Hollywood power couple’s already troubled union now that the streaming service Quibi crumbled after less than six months leaving content acquisition president Jim out of work while Reese’s star continues to rise and there’s a real balance of power that’s been building up and that’s put a serious strain on the relationship -- living in quarantine added to the stress between them as Reese has been holed up with her two kids with ex Ryan Phillippe Ava and Deacon and her son Tennessee with Jim at the family’s ranch in Malibu

Page 9: Dementia patient Kenny Rogers cut his three adult children out of his $250 million will and now sources fear the late country legend could have been tricked into signing the document -- Kenny left everything to his 16-year-old twins sons with fifth wife Wanda and the will also stated it was his intent to specifically exclude his daughter Carole with his first wife and son Kenny Jr. with third wife and son Christopher with fourth wife and their issue as beneficiaries of his estate -- Kenny Sr. would never disown his own children according to the source especially since the singer’s son Kenny Jr. is incorrectly referred to Kenny Rogers III throughout the will -- the wording is not like Kenny Sr. and something is not right and his older kids are thinking about contesting the will

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Kate McKinnon shot a Saturday Night live skit in NYC, Sophia Bush hit the road in L.A. with her co-pilot pup Maggie, pregnant Jinger Duggar Vuolo in Venice with daughter Felicity, Heidi Klum walking the streets in her native Germany, Snoop Dogg saluted young rappers as he accepted BET’s I Am Hip Hop award

Page 11: Unwitting Jennifer Aniston and Gerard Butler once dabbled in the secret sex cult NXIVM -- the organization masqueraded as a self-help group but in 2017 it was exposed as a pyramid scheme for founder Keith Raniere who forced high-ranking female recruits to become his sex slaves -- in 2010 Jen and Gerry who were dating at the time wound up at one of the introductory seminars but they were turned off by the level of commitment expected and never returned -- they thought it was just a networking opportunity and had no idea what they were getting themselves into, cash-crunched Gwyneth Paltrow is facing hard times like everyone else and is looking to change her free-spending ways -- the belt-tightening caused by the coronavirus pandemic has even hit her lifestyle empire Goop causing her to shut down the London branch and make hard choices for the future -- Gwyneth may be worth $100 million but she and husband Brad Falchuk spend money like it’s going out of style on private jets they use on a whim and they own a fleet of fancy cars and pay steep salaries for staff who are at their beck and call 24/7 and it’s all draining their bank accounts -- they’re looking at making cuts across the board from personal trainers and chefs and drivers to the masseurs and beauticians who come to their house several times a week -- plus the couple believe it’s a bad look for them to be living so high on the hog when the rest of the world is suffering during the pandemic

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Angelina Jolie spent years developing her own version of the Hollywood classic Cleopatra and now she’s livid that Gal Gadot has stolen the Egyptian queen -- Angie’s dream was to play Cleopatra the role that made Elizabeth Taylor an icon and it was to be the part that won Angie an Academy Award for Best Actress and now that’s over thanks to Gal who will be playing the Queen of the Nile instead, after ABC scrapped plans to honor Regis Philbin with a prime-time tribute Jimmy Kimmel insisted on honoring Regis on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?, MSNBC talking head Rachel Maddow is fleeing New York for her Massachusetts farm after hanging a $2.3 million price tag on her NYC pad but Rachel didn’t want potential buyers looking through all the personal stuff at her apartment so all the personal pictures and books and clothing and everything else was shipped out and replaced with staged furniture, Ariel Winter and her dog (picture)

Page 13: Ailing Joni Mitchell opened up about how she’s still struggling to get back to her old self five years after a debilitating brain bleed -- after Joni was found unresponsive in her Bel-Air home in 2015 she said she was forced to relearn everyday tasks because the aneurysm took away her speech and her ability to walk and although she’s showing slow improvement she hasn’t been writing or playing the guitar or the piano, Randy Travis is defying all the odds as he plans the greatest comeback in country music history as he is making amazing progress after suffering a massive 2013 stroke that most believed would end his career forever and he was given just 1% chance of survival and even after he pulled through doctors believed he would be bedridden and unable to speak -- instead his grueling rehab efforts have miraculously put him on the road to realizing his dream of returning to the spotlight -- some of his motivation is financial; last year he sold his Nashville home and released his memoir which was fueled by his need to pay medical expenses after years of not being able to perform

Page 14: Hollywood Hookups -- Channing Tatum and Jessie J have split again, Cole Sprouse and Reina Silva dating, Kate Beckinsale and Goody Grace split

Page 15: Ariana Grande is raising eyebrows with her raunchy new record Positions -- the former squeaky-clean Nickelodeon star who has been dating real estate agent Dalton Gomez spouted off X-rated odes to an unnamed lover on the LP, six months after sidelining her marriage to former quarterback Jay Cutler Kristin Cavallari admitted there are good days and bad days but insisted it’s been nice to be able to focus on herself and figure out who she is now and what she ultimately wants out of life, hotel heiress Kathy Hilton is joining The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills as a friend of the main cast which includes her half-sister Kyle Richards

Page 16: Crime

Page 17: On Drew Barrymore’s talk show a psychic guest channeled the spirit of one of the host’s former in-laws but the man in question is very much alive -- medium Anna Raimondi told Drew she sensed the aura of a judge causing Drew to burst into tears and named David a relative of her ex-husband Will Kopelman claiming he’d passed but Judge David Kopelman is alive and still going strong -- Will slammed Anna was a submental hack and said he was surprised that Drew chose to give oxygen to someone like that

Page 18: American Life

Page 20: Cover Story -- Prince Andrew is desperate to quash explosive testimony by his pedophile pal Jeffrey Epstein’s accused madam Ghislaine Maxwell but the socialite’s second secret deposition is torpedoing his return from royal exile -- after Ghislaine danced around details of her relationship with the disgraced Duke of York in testimony released a few weeks ago Andrew is sweating bullets about her second grilling under oath which contains details of their intimate friendship and nights with Epstein’s teen sex slave Virginia Roberts Giuffre

Page 22: Don McLean viciously slammed ex-wife Patrisha Shnier as the worst person her ever knew but in their ongoing war of words she maintains he was abusive to her -- Don is still bitter over a 2016 domestic incident at their home in Maine that landed him behind bars and led to divorce after 30 years of marriage

Page 26: Matthew McConaughey confessed he nearly turned his back on Tinseltown to be a wildlife guide like late Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin -- he made a splash in a string of blockbuster rom-coms in the ‘90s and ‘00s but he was eager to move on to meatier movies and even passed on a $14.5 million paycheck in 2010 to seek more substantial roles and the struggle left him considering other careers such as a wildlife guide, Jamie Foxx has been crushed by the death of his beloved sister DeOndra Dixon who was born with Down syndrome

Page 28: Good Catch -- Bachelor stars who are still up for grabs -- Jon Hamm, Owen Wilson, Drew Carey

Page 29: Benicio Del Toro, Ryan Seacrest, Matthew Perry, some stars seem to say I do at the drop of the hat -- Larry King, Jerry Lee Lewis, Billy Bob Thornton

Page 32: Olivia Munn was caught on camera flashing what looked like engagement bling on her left ring finger as she exited a gym following a morning workout in Los Angeles but she reportedly broke up with boyfriend Tucker Roberts last year leaving fans wondering who bought the stunning sparkler

Page 36: Health Watch

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Michelle Pfeiffer

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Allison Janney on Mom

Page 47: Odd List

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evesbeve · 5 years

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Asking You Out (#NinjagoPrideWeek2019 - Day Two - Date)

Day Two of Ninjago Pride Week! (even tho it’s technically Day Three rn, there are still timezones were it’s still the 25th, shhhh)

These were the most painful 500 words I ever had to write, I seriously don't know why I struggled so much with this prompt.

Anyway, hope you liked this kinda-rushed-and-also-not-beta-ed AU!

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Summary: In which Jay Walker has it bad for Kai.

(Read this on AO3 + FFN)

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Jay didn't know what it was about the Smith siblings.

For as long as he could remember, Jay had had the biggest crush on Nya. Of course, he'd never tell her that.

Nya seemed so flawless and confident, with her high ponytails and her lack of makeup. She was also nice to him too, always willing to help him with homework and walk with him down the hallway.

Eventually, the two of them became friends, and Jay's crush went away as quickly as it came.

It wasn't that he had figured out something bad about Nya when he got to know her, but Jay realised that a friend was all she was. He loved her, he really did, but as a friend.

It was months later than he started developing feelings for her brother, Kai, and this time they didn't go away.

He and Jay had met in gym class four years ago, Around the time Jay had met Nya. They didn't hit it off at first, but they did have a lot of mutual friends, so they started spending time together.

Jay literally wanted to smack himself when he first caught himself staring at Kai.

He was just like Nya, yet so different. He never wasted a chance to show off his confidence, but he was definitely not flawless — Kai got himself into trouble faster than Jay himself — and he always nailed his eyeliner. He really knew his way around makeup.

And yet, regardless of the way Kai made Jay's stomach fill with butterflies, Jay couldn't tell him.

It wasn't that he didn't want to or anything, he just didn't know how.

The thing was, Jay knew Kai had a crush on him too. Nya told him after he told her about his own crush. Despite it being almost three months ago, Jay didn't make his move.

Gathering up the courage to get the words out was one thing, but how exactly did one ask Kai Smith on a date? He always seemed like had a standard, and Jay did not know how to meet it.

And the best solution Jay could think of? Ask Kai for advice.

"So yeah, there's this person, and I'd really like to ask them out, but I don't know how?"

"Damn, Jay," Kai said, closing his locker. "I didn't think you had it in you?"

Jay shook his head, leaning against the locker, hugging his books. "Just answer the question, pretty please?"

Kai smirked, mimicking Jay. "For starters, ditch the scarf-"

"No way, it was a gift!" Jay said, putting a hand on the orange scarf around his neck. "Anything else, dating genius?"

"Honestly, Jay?" Kai said, "Just be yourself. I'm sure that whoever it is, they'll-"

"Do you want to go out with me?"

Kai blinked, and Jay's cheeks warmed up so much that he really wanted to ditch the scarf at that moment.

"Meet you after school?"

Jay sighed in relief, nodding.

Maybe this would actually go well.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years

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Dad’s Worst Nightmare (Part 1)

Summary: The reader has a fight with her dad, Jensen, before she heads to a sleepover at her friends. But the sleepover turns into a big party that ends up changing the reader and her father’s lives forever...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, underage drinking, mentions of drugging, pissed off Jensen

A/N: I felt like trying something different to get me out of some writer’s block so here’s my first Jensen daughter series!...

A/N #2: The reader is 17 years old in this series...

“But dad-”

“I don’t care,” said you dad, your eyes rolling in response. “You’re not sleeping over Sara’s tonight.”

“Mom said I could,” you said, Danneel walking into the kitchen.

“What’d I say you could?” she asked, opening up the fridge.

“You said I could sleepover Sara’s tonight,” you said. Your mom winced and looked at your dad, his face turning to a scowl.

“Sorry, Jay. I did tell Y/N earlier in the week she could. The girl’s are having a night,” she said, you dad frowning.

“This is my first weekend home where all our schedules aren’t crazy in over a month,” said your dad, looking at you. “The little guys are with their grandparents. You played your last soccer game of the season last weekend. You don’t want to hang out with me for one night?”

“I’m seventeen dad,” you said, his head shaking. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal? I haven’t spent any time with my oldest kid in forever, that’s the big deal,” he said.

“Mom,” you said, looking to her for some help. “Please tell your husband everyone else’s lives aren’t put on hold the second he decides to come home from playing dress up.”

“Playing dress puts food on that table,” said your dad. “And I do not-”

“Mom, you said I could stay at Sara’s. Her parents will be home and I don’t have indoor soccer until noon which I will certainly be on time for,” you said, glaring over your shoulder at your dad.

“Did you finish your homework?” she asked.

“Yes,” you said, cocking your head. She held up her hands in defeat. “Thank you.”

“You’re letting her go?” asked your dad, your eyes wide.

“I can’t believe you right now,” you said, his own wide right back at you. “What do you want from me? I get straight A’s. I’m on honor roll and do a million clubs and sports and volunteer and work at the brewery and I babysit all the time and I keep my room clean and do chores and I even have my college application already written thank you very much. What more do I possibly have to do to be good enough, huh?”

“Y/N, that’s not-”

“I’m going to pack,” you said, storming out of there before you did something that got you grounded.

“Y/N,” asked your mom as she drove you to Sara’s. You hummed from the passenger seat, staring out the window. “Your dad just misses you is all, sweetie.”

“Could have fooled me,” you said, biting your lip, hoping she didn’t call the whole thing off on you for that. You turned in your seat, Danneel not saying anything as she kept driving. You’d known her since you were little, about five years old and she’d always been mom to you, even if she wasn’t biologically. You absolutely loved your siblings and being a big sister to them but you couldn’t help but feel like in recent years you were the “accident” child. You were, not that your dad would have ever said something like that to you, but things had been different lately and you’d chalked it up to growing up and becoming independent at first. Now, you felt like keeping a nice barrier from your dad was a good thing. You’d be eighteen in a few months and the next year you could leave and finally let him have the life he actually wanted without the kid he didn’t mean to make around.

“...you hear what I’m saying, honey?” said your mom, your head nodding as if you’d heard anything of what she’d been going on about the past five minutes. She pulled up outside of Sara’s, ruffling your head.

“Mom,” you groaned, trying to slide out of the car.

“I’ll pick you up at eleven tomorrow so we can swing home and get you changed for your game, okay?” she asked.

“You have brewery stuff tomorrow, don’t you,” you said, her face falling. “S’okay. Not everyone’s parents come to their games.”

“Dad’ll love to go for the both of us. Call if you need anything,” she said, your head nodding as you grabbed your backpack. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you said, giving her a wave as she backed out. She paused a minute before you jogged up to the front door and Sara opened it, giving a wave before your mom took off. “I am so glad to be out of there.”

“I know. My parents are on a work trip. The house is mine for the entire weekend,” she said with a smile. You smiled back, figuring it wouldn’t be a big deal if her parents weren’t home. “Come on. Let’s ditch your bag and get ready.”

“Ready?” you asked, Sara pulling you upstairs with her.

“My parents are out of town? I’m throwing a huge party obviously.”

“Sara,” you said about an hour into the thing, wincing at the number of people there, some from school, a lot you didn’t know, some even older looking and so much alcohol around you felt drunk off the fumes.

“Are you drinking straight vodka?” she asked, staring into your cup. “Wow.”

“It’s water,” you said, rubbing your bare shoulder. “I don’t like this shirt.”

“I know. You love it,” she said, bopping you on the nose before she walked away. You rolled your eyes at her, trying to hide away on the fringes of the party. There were too many people and way too many you didn’t know. Your reserved side was in full force tonight. You sighed, deciding to head upstairs and change out of the low cut crop top she’d made you put on. You felt naked and crossed your arms over your stomach and chest as much as possible before you realized her bedroom door was locked, your eyes rolling when you realized why. You hid back downstairs, a guy that looked like he was in college chuckling when he walked into the kitchen.

“Hey. They out of Bud?” he asked, nodding at the cooler you were standing in front of.

“I uh, don’t know. Sorry,” you said, moving aside, the guy flipping it open and grabbing a can.

“You not much of a party girl, huh,” he said, giving you a nod.

“Nope,” you said, looking away.

“I’m Johnny,” he said.

“Y/N,” you said. He cracked open his beer and handed it to you, staring at you as you stared at the can. “I don’t drink.”

“Come on. It’s light beer. You won’t even get drunk off it,” he said. “Maybe a little tingle but that’s it.”

You turned away, the beer can disappearing, a red cup in front of you a moment later.

“That’s half a can,” he said, the amount not seeming all that much now. You cocked your head. It’s not like you’d never had a drink before but that was normally a sip or two of wine at a holiday. You put the cup to your lips and swallowed some down. The flavor wasn’t anything special but you drank it down, the guy chuckling. “Told you so, Y/N. I’ll see you around maybe.”

“Uh huh,” you said, wading out of there and out to the party.

Thirty minutes later you were leaned up against a wall, closing your eyes. Something was wrong. Sure you were a lightweight but something was really, really wrong. Sara was useless, drunk off her ass and making out with dude in her parents bedroom at this point.

“He’s going to fucking kill me,” you muttered, finding the downstairs bathroom and getting some privacy. You dialed on your phone and closed your eyes, splashing some cold water on your face.

“Y/N? Everything okay?” asked your dad. You paused, knowing you were already sending him into red alert. “Y/N.”

“Can you come get me?” you asked quietly. “Please.”

“Of course, honey,” he said, hearing the shake in your voice. “Where are you? Sara’s still?”

“Yeah,” you said. “There...I didn’t know her parents were out of town and thought we were just having a sleepover but she threw a huge party and I had a little beer and you can kill me later but I don’t feel right, dad.”

“It’s okay,” he said softly, the car tearing out of the driveway after a few seconds. “I’m on my way over right now. Did you take a drink from someone?”

“No...yes but...I don’t know, maybe he put something...” you said, spacing out for a few seconds. “I’m scared, daddy.”

“I’ll be right there. I’m ten minutes away. I’ll stay on the phone with you the whole time, alright? Nothing bad’s going to happen,” he said. “I promise.”

Ten minutes later you heard a car pull up outside and you sighed in relief. You hopped out of the bathroom, immediately bumping into Johnny.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said with a smile. “Enjoying the party?”

“Stay away from me,” you said, brushing past him, a hand catching your arm. “Johnny, let go.”

“I’m not-”

“Hey!” you heard shouted so loud every head in the vicinity turned your direction. You’d seen your dad’s show before, seen what you thought was scary Dean Winchester.

That was nothing compared to pissed off dad.

“Go away, Johnny,” you said, shrugging out his hold and walking over to your dad.

“There’s older guys and then there’s older guys,” said Johnny with a laugh. Your dad audibly growled, walking over and getting in his face. “Who the hell are you?”

“Her father,” he gritted out. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Johnny,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh? Okay, Johnny,” he said, grabbing his shirt collar and practically lifting him off the ground. “Y/N, was this the guy that gave you a drink with a little something extra in it?”

“Dad-”

“Is he?” he asked.

“...Yeah,” you said. Your dad nodded once before he smiled darkly at Johnny, leaning in close and saying something quietly, the color draining from Johnny’s face.

“Party’s over!” shouted your dad, no one daring to mess with him. People started to scramble out of the house, red and blue lights flashing through the windows. “Oh and Johnny. Let me introduce you to my buddy. He’s a cop. I’m sure you’ll have lots to talk about.”

“How is she?” asked your dad after a paramedic looked you over and a cop took your statement.

“Had half a drink. Blood work will probably come back positive for rooffies,” he said. You looked down, arms covering your chest and stomach, wishing you were anywhere but there.

“Can I take her home?” he asked.

“Yeah. Drink lots of water and in the morning don’t be surprised if there’s some gaps in memory,” he said. You dad nodded and helped you off the stretcher, walking you over to the passenger seat of his car. Your backpack was already in the backseat and he helped sit you down.

He took off his flannel and put it around you, helping button it up when your hands shook. He pulled your seatbelt on and kissed the top of your head before he was driving away.

He didn’t say a word the whole way home.

You sniffled a few times but had things under control by the time you were walking inside with his hand on your arm to help you, your steps a little unsteady and you started crying all over again just as your mom came around the corner.

“I got her,” said your dad, turning you around and picking you up, carrying you up the stairs as you clung to him like you were one of your younger siblings having a crying fit. He set you down in your room, your mom inside seconds after shooing him out.

“No one touched you, right?” she asked. You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut. “It’s okay. Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”

You nodded, trudging into your bathroom, standing under the hot water trying to get your head to clear up. It worked some but your body felt heavy and you spent most of the time crying.

He was going to kill you for not calling right away when you realized there was a party. He’d been pissed when you left for the night. You couldn’t imagine how angry he’d be after ruining everything.

Finally you managed to get out of the shower and into some pajamas, spotting your red and puffy eyes in the mirror. You slugged out to your room and curled up on top of your bed, a mug of hot cocoa on your nightstand. You sat up and sipped at it along with the few bottles of water that were now there, pushing it away when it reminded you of the last time you had some, when you’d gone to lunch with your dad back in the winter after getting your license.

You laid down on the bed again, staring at the wall for a while before the door creaked open. Your dad was in his pajamas, giving you a soft smile as he stepped inside.

“Hey,” he said, sitting down on the other side of your bed, swinging his legs up and pulling you into his side. Your head was splitting and dizzy and you whined against him, clutching at his shirt. “Shh. S’okay. I’m staying right here. You’re safe. You’re safe, honey. Try to sleep and we’ll ride this out, okay? Daddy won’t let anything happen, I promise.”

You woke up groggy but your head felt a million times better. You were startled by the fact there was someone else in your bed, taking a second to realize it was your dad, already awake and looking at you.

“Hey,” he said quietly, your eyes fluttering closed as you buried your face in his chest. “How’s your head?”

“...msor...” you mumbled, his hand moving your head back an inch. He tucked your hair behind your ear, patting it down on the top.

“You’ve had the funniest bedhead in the world ever since you were a baby,” he said, resting his hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, waiting for his green eyes to get mad, for the gentle face to go away, for him to disown you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry that happened to you. I am. But why are you apologizing to me?” he asked.

“Because I should have asked to come home straight away and I drank and fuck you saw me in that shirt,” you said, closing your eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment in his.

“You’re a teenager, sweetie. Sara’s parent not being home wouldn’t have been an issue. A party...you’ve gone to parties before and you never came home drunk. Hell, you’ve probably taste tested way more beer at the brewery than whatever you had at that party and-”

“But I let a guy give me a drink when I didn’t want one,” you said.

“You’re seventeen honey,” he said. “I don’t expect you to be perfect. I never expect you to be perfect. You didn’t know he put something in it. I’m fucking forty and you’ve seen me way too drunk before. Hell, you helped me up to bed once.”

“But you’re an adult and I didn’t like that shirt and...” you said, trying to roll to your other side, his hand stopping you.

“You’re a grown woman, Y/N,” he said. “You have no idea how proud we are of you, especially for last night.”

“I did everything wrong,” you said. He scrunched up his face, taking his turn to close his eyes. When he finally let out a breath and opened them, you saw something vulnerable in them.

“You did what we taught you. You knew something was wrong and you asked us to help you. We will never, ever be mad at you for asking for our help. You stayed someplace safe while I was coming to get you and even when I embarrassed the shit out of you, you never once looked like you gave a crap about what any of those other kids thought. We taught you to be smart and independent and stand up for yourself and that’s what you did,” he said.

“I didn’t,” you said, shaking your head. “You’re supposed to hate me.”

“Hate you?” he asked. “Last night was the worst night of my life. It was my fucking nightmare to see you like that. You weren’t even with us half the time, kiddo you were so out of it. I was so freaking proud of you for calling me so it was only a little nightmare, not as bad as it could have been. Honey, I love you more than anything. You and your sisters and brother...nothing is more important than you guys. You were this little bundle of joy I was blessed with and someone almost hurt my baby last night. You called me daddy and that broke my fucking heart. I haven’t heard that out of your mouth since you were six. You were so scared and all I wanted to do was protect you. But you’re a big girl and even though I wasn’t there, you made sure you were safe on your own until I could get to you. You do not get that scared over someone unless you love them more than you love yourself. That’s what happens when you have kids. They get your heart and you’re more than happy to give it to them. I will never be mad at you for what happened last night, neither your mom or me. Ever.”

“Really?” you asked, sniffling some, surprised to realized he was shedding a few tears of his own. “But I thought...I’m not supposed to cause problems. You have so much going on you shouldn’t have to worry about me.”

“I hate to break it to you but I can guarantee I’ll still be waking up in a cold sweat from nightmares over stuff happening to you when you’re forty and have a family of your own,” he said with a smile. “Another thing, where did you get this idea from of having to be perfect from? You said it yesterday and...if I or your mom have made you feel like there is no room for error, I am so sorry for that. You’re not supposed to be perfect. No one is.”

“You got so mad last night when I wanted to sleepover and I never drop stuff last minute on you guys and it made me mad like you don’t realize I have a life too...” you said, your dad wiping away the tear streaks on your face with his thumb.

“I don’t want a perfect child. Just a good and kind one...that can’t parallel park for shit but you know, we can work on that,” he said, a laugh escaping you. “You just started your senior year, Y/N. Do less activities, don’t work on the weekends, let us use a babysitter that isn’t you all the time. You do not exist to be our helper. You’re our daughter and that’s all you have to be,” he said.

“Can I quit soccer?” you asked, his head nodding. “Mom already paid though.”

“It’s okay,” he said.

“I don’t like being on the prom committee either,” you said. “Or Math League.”

“As long as you don’t turn into a degenerate on us, do what you want, honey,” he said. You nodded, reaching a hand up and wiping off his face. “Boys can’t cry now?”

“I don’t like when you cry,” you said.

“Starting to understand why I stayed in here last night for me as much as I did for you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, closing your eyes, starting to feel tired again. “What did you say to Johnny that made him turn as pale as a ghost?”

“It’s not appropriate to repeat,” he said.

“You’ve been swearing this morning and you like never do that,” you said.

“Basically I told him if he touched you or any other woman ever again, I’d kill him. I may have mentioned some other stuff I’d do before the killing but again, not appropriate,” he said. You stared at him, sensing he wasn’t joking.

“You would kill someone?” you asked.

“Forget I said that. How about after a little nap, because someone is looking sleepy again, we go downstairs and I will make up some chocolate chip pancakes and we can watch Saturday morning cartoons like we used to when you were little?” he asked.

“Will you stay here?” you asked.

“Not going anywhere, sweetie.”

You were sat on the couch shoveling half a pancake in your mouth an hour later, laughing at an episode of Scooby Doo when you heard the mud door open and your mom walk in, your dad popping up from his seat.

“Yes I’m better. You can stop having a mouth conversation now,” you said, your dad looking down at you. “I noticed you guys do that when I was eleven. I just never said anything.”

“Well today’s just been an insightful day so far hasn’t it?” he asked, plopping back down next to you.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” asked your mom, coming over to sit next to you, trying to pull you into a hug despite the plate in your lap.

“Awesome. Please don’t dump syrup all over me,” you asked.

“You’re not going to soccer today. You need to stay home and rest,” she said.

“Y/N quit soccer and a couple of other clubs,” said your dad. “She had too much on her plate.”

“Good. You’re too young to be this stressed already,” she said, resting her head on your shoulder. “Maybe you cut back at the brewery too?”

“Yeah, you can watch TV like a normal teenager. There’s this awesome show on Thursdays,” he said.

“You two aren’t gonna like...be all over me all day are you?” you asked.

“Nope,” said Danneel, popping up. “I’m going to the brewery for a few hours then I’m driving to the grandparents to grab the kids. Should be back sometime tomorrow around lunch but I’ll check in on you.”

“All three kids by yourself?” you asked.

“Uh huh,” she said, pausing. “Unless you want me to stay here and I can totally do that. I just thought maybe you wanted some alone time with your dad. We can have a family day tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you said, your mom giving you each a big kiss before she grabbed her bag and headed out.

“You okay with hanging out with your old man all weekend?” he asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” you said. He grabbed your finished plates and put them away in the kitchen, returning to the couch and pulling you into his side, giving you a big forehead kiss. “Dad...”

“Is our special morning gone?” he asked, teasingly.

“No,” you said, snuggling into his side, pausing a moment. “I’m not too old for this, am I?”

“Never,” he said with a smile, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “More cartoons?”

“Can we watch Scoobynatural?” you asked, glancing up at him.

“Sure we can. We just need to watch every single episode before that first,” he said with a laugh.

“We’ll be here until I’m forty,” you said, your dad laughing as he hit up Netflix.

“Y/N,” he said, looking down at you. “When I do have to go back to work next week, I want you to promise me that you’ll call more. Not waving hey in the background while I talk to the other guys. Tell me about school or boys or some funny thing you saw on the internet. Just talk to me again. I missed you.”

“Me too. I know you didn’t mean to make me but I was never an accident to you, was I,” you said.

“No. No you were not planned but I wouldn’t give you up for the world, honey. Even if you are a teenager now and that scares the crap out of me,” he said.

“You don’t have to worry about me going to anymore parties. Lesson learned,” you said.

“Don’t be afraid to live your life, honey. Just live it smart,” he said, turning on the TV. “Okay?”

“Okay, dad. I love you,” you said.

“I love you too, honey. So, so much.”

You must have fallen asleep sometime in the afternoon, waking up to your dad snoring lightly on the other end of the couch, your feet in his lap. You carefully pulled them away, stretching in your seat for a moment. You turned off the TV and gave your blanket to your dad, guessing he was probably up half the night worrying over you.

You went to the kitchen and thought about baking something, something the two of you really hadn’t done together in years, smiling when you heard the doorbell ring. You jogged over to the door, trying to catch it so your dad could stay asleep.

“Hi,” you said, giving the officer standing at the door a smile. “Can I help you?”

“Ms. Y/N Ackles?” he asked.

“Yes officer? Is this about what happened last night?” you asked.

“Is your father, a Mr. Jensen Ackles, home?” he asked.

“Yeah. What’s...” you said, hearing your dad come up behind you.

“What’s going on?” he asked with a sleepy smile. The officer brushed past you, grabbing your dad and spinning him around face first into the closest wall. “What-”

“You are under arrest,” said the officer, slapping a pair of cuffs on your dad and dragging him out barefoot, still in his pajamas.

“You can’t do that!” you said, rushing outside after them, the officer pinning your dad down against the car hood before turning to you.

“Quiet before I arrest you for interfering,” he said, your dad groaning when he got a shove against the metal hood.

“Just call mom, kiddo,” said your dad, pulled off the car and led to the backdoor, the officer roughly placing him in the back. “It’s just a misunderstanding. Call-”

The door slammed in his face, your dad pursing his lips at the officer through the glass.

“What is he arrested for? You didn’t read him his rights or-” you said, the officer pointing a finger in your face. You gulped as you stared up at him, recognizing the blue eyes staring at you. “You’re Johnny’s dad, aren’t you.”

“Here’s how this goes, kid,” he said, standing in front of the back window so your dad couldn’t see. “You’re going to give me a statement saying you were misinformed last night and somebody else gave you that drink. You’re very sorry for blaming Johnny and it was all a big misunderstanding. He didn’t slip you anything and he certainly did not give an underage girl any alcohol last night, understand?”

“Are you threatening me?” you asked, the officer smirking.

“A threat would be saying your father is under arrest and I will make sure your pretty daddy gets put in the shittiest shit hole there is with the scummiest scumbags there are and we’ll see if he comes out in one piece, because I guarantee he won’t. Pretty nice boys don’t do well in prison. Doesn’t matter if the charges won’t stick, paper work could get lost, he could spend a whole day having fun in a place like that,” he said.

“Let him go,” you said. “I’ll sign whatever you want. Just let him go.”

“Good girl.”

“Y/N,” said your dad, rubbing his wrists ten minutes later, following you back into the house. “What did the officer say?”

“It was a misunderstanding,” you said dryly, squeezing your eyes shut.

“A misunderstanding he felt the need to talk to about with my seventeen year old daughter but not me?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. You shrugged, his head shaking. “Do not lie to me.”

“That was Johnny’s dad,” you said, throwing up your hands. Your dad raised his eyebrows, turning around and back to you.

“Did he threaten you?” asked your dad, his voice hard. You sighed and stared at him, looking at his hands. “He threatened me, didn’t he. Son of a bitch. Y/N, he can’t arrest me for no good reason.”

“Well he made a convincing argument,” you said, closing your eyes. “It doesn’t matter. I took back my statement from last night. I said it wasn’t Johnny, must have been someone else.”

“You what? You...I know it’s scary to stand up to the person that hurt you but you have to undo that, Y/N. Who knows how many other girls this Johnny guy has tried to hurt? Has hurt?” he said.

“You think I don’t know that?” you shot back, leaning against the kitchen counter, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Yes you did. You still do. We can drive down the police station right now and-”

“Dad,” you said, swallowing hard before you forced yourself to look him in the eye. “He didn’t just threaten to have you arrested.”

“What did he say?” asked your dad. You looked at your feet, your dad stepping in front of you, a finger under your chin urging you to look up.

��He said good looking guys don’t do well in prison. I’m old enough to understand what he meant,” you said. Your dad closed his eyes, hanging his head a moment before he pulled you into a hug. “I didn’t want to do it but I didn’t want you to...”

“It’s not your job to protect me,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “But thank you for doing it.”

“What do we do?” you asked.

“For starters, we hope to hell the security camera caught him threatening you. You don’t answer the door anymore either,” he said. You nodded, looking away from him. “I’m not mad, Y/N.”

“I wished I’d called sooner last night,” you said. “It’s my fault you were put in that position.”

“No. It’s not anyone’s fault. Bad people are what did this. We’ll call the lawyer and figure this out. You don’t have to be scared, okay?” he said.

“Too late for that,” you said.

“I know, honey. I know.”

A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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watchingninjago-archive · 5 years

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Season 2, Episode 11 - The Last Hope

Jeez. If this is the last hope, then we’ll be relying on it a lot over the rest of this show with seasons in the double digits, huh?

[21:11] Man, that clock’s going to end soon, huh?

[20:50] Welp, is this… what’s its name again? The Overlord? Is it going to call Garmadon out for DARING to NOT WANT TO MURDER HIS SON? I get you don’t do feelings, sentient voice, but c’mon.

[20:29] AaaaaND back to the ninja! Who I guess are just kinda chilling rn

[20:12] jdjdjdd

[20:07] puns! also Cole remains in his position of Just Very Fucking Buff

[19:54] ~and our Witty Quips,

[19:38] I get that Wu has a point, but god, what a buzzkill.

[19:29] Bird! Bird! Bird! The bird’s being fixed, hallelujah!

[19:16] Let’s go, Falcon, let’s go!

[19:04] oi! Cole, watch what you’re aiming at! Least Zane’s there quick enough???

[19:00] agreed on the reflexes thing. I…. I probably would’ve been that crying cat photo if it got shot down aGAIN by Cole.

^^^ referring to THAT one. There’s a lot of crying cat pics.

[18:30] god I love the sibling dynamics in the group. god, like, everyone feels… like, despite how wild this show is, the characters get along really well and support each other and feel like they have like, (referring to the general, mainly platonic sense) chemistry?

[18:19] Uh, okay. No dad-fighting after all?

[17:57] okaaay i guess we gotta do more lorrreee

[17:46] How do you know if the clock WILL stop, Wu? It could simply keep going.

[17:41] please tell Jay what bequeathed- wait I can do that

volia! now you know what it means

man I should not do all these photos at once

[17:29] But like, yeah. They’re right, how the hell are they gonna do all that

[16:47] and cut to our villains, who are… prepping defences, what have you

[16:21] hey will the evil glowy orb just shut up

it issss not your motives i questioon….. but-chur resolllveeeee…….

[16:03] god the soldiers are just watching this all go down. drama… live

[15:44] Shit. Misako’s turned herself in for this. This is the first time I think we’re going to see Misako and Garmadon interact… how is this going to blow over?

[15:39] I mean, “handed” herself in. The ninja are posing as soldiers.

[15:34] the braincell... where is it

[15:32] gUYS GUYS GUYS… FIND YOUR BRAINCELL AND NOTICE THIS IS LOOKING REALLY SUS RIGHT NOW

[15:27] ...no. that’s not going to work.

[15:25] how do the VAs record this without either groaning into their palms or laughing at how dumb they sound oh my goddd

[15:22] and no braincells were found that night

[15:07] that did NOT work. and so she’s being taken away anyhow

[14:47] welp, let’s see how this goes down

[14:24] back to the ninja, who i guess are practicing their quips now

(Zane) “It’s *ice* to meet you!”

[14:11] uhhhh just go, guys

[14:06] (Subtitles) [NINJAS SPEAKING GIBBERISH] man you can see where they just gave up

[13:59] Christ, Garmadon. You’re going to hold your wife at swordpoint?

[13:31] GARMADON WE ALL KNOW YOU’RE LYING THROUGH YOUR PROBABLY UNNATURAL AMOUNT OF TEETH

[13:19] and he takes the helmet off!

[13:18] girofjjjjjjhy HIS HAIR… DESPERATELY NEEDS A GOOD BRUSH IT GOT… ALL KINDS OF MESSED UP UNDER HIS HELMET, HUH

[13:06] And now Garmadon’s made the proposition that Misako rule by him,

[13:05] so before we can see an answer, we cut back to the ninja.

[12:46] guys PLEASE cut out speaking English when you’re around these guys, why haven’t you realised this already

[12:28] Huh. It is a pretty big cannon.

[12:23] COLE I BEG OF YOU PLEASE FIND THE TEAM’S BRAINCELL AND USE IT

(casts hand over the ninja) i love you all but you are being so dumb

[12:18] F.

[12:13] welp, you’re ditched the disguises, huh

[12:05] let’s! fight! and! make! bad! puns!

[11:50] okay they’ve found the braincell and now are using it for puns. ain’t that how it be

[11:31] Oh. Misako’s going to make a run for the helmet, huh?

[10:57] alright boys let’s do some more fighting, because this is like… half the advertised draw of the show

[10:32] pre-emptive Ouch.

[10:30] Ouchhh.

[10:09] Kai is now the current Mood as he just fucking blasts the ground with fire from his fire sword out of frustration

[10:06] that… didn’t work tho

[10:03] oh god. right in the head

[9:51] Nya! She came to save your asses! Once again, I will state that I love her so much she’s just so great

[9:42] bord!!!

[9:01] djjfjdjd

[8:58] (Nya, fairly casually in this situation (being chased underground) when Jay jokingly puts on the helmet) “If that helmet turns you evil we’re kicking you out.”

[8:39] welp!

[8:02] guys you better fucKINg sPEED UP

[7:32] and they’re being shaken

[7:26] God, that thing’s STRONG.

[7:06] OH SHIT. LLOYD.

[6:56] This is it, then, isn’t it?

[6:28] alright, somebody has to strike first.

[6:07] Lloyd *can’t* do it.

[5:12] Alright, let’s (probably not) stop the clock!

[4:36] SHIIIT

[4:11] C’mon Cole. I understand you wouldn’t be the like, nimblist guy of the team but you’ve really gotta go

[3:52] nice job, butterfingers

[3:16] Wait, they actually stopped it?

[3:07] nooope

[2:40] honestly I’m part thankful the music is still there over the horns. it’d be downright scary if it was just the droning of the horns and nothing else.

[2:27] shit’s breaking!

[2:09] welp

[1:40] this isn’t going too well…

[1:37] GUYS PLEASE STOP FIGHTING

[1:10] Oh god. Oh god.

[0:47] Oh, thank you bodiless voice. Garmatron. You couldn’t have thought of a better name? You pathetic voice? Who can’t do shit because you DON’T EVEN HAVE A BODY FUCK OFF RIGHT NOW YOU DON’T DESERVE THE INFLUENCE YOU HAVE, MR “I CAN’T EVEN PUN FOR CRAP”, ALRIGHT? Okay, I got that out of my system.

#ninjago #jaime watches ninjago season 2 #the last hope

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A Helping Hand (werewolf short story)

The truck screeched to a stop as his body flew through the air. His head smashed the windshield and knocked him out cold. His lifeless body landed with a thud long before the vehicle came to a stop. His body slid and bounced into the ditch on the other side of the country road. Overgrown grass swayed over his bloodied body as the cool fall afternoon air tickled his fresh wounds. He wasn’t dead, but close to it. The driver walked over to where the unfortunate victim laid. They stood at the edge of the cracked road for a moment before looking around. They were in the middle of nowhere. Far from the loud city and busy streets. Not a car in sight. The driver hopped into their vehicle and drove off, leaving only a blood splatter and skid marks leading to the poor, unlucky student, Jay.

Being unconscious isn’t all that bad. It’s like having a nightmare but you get to wake up with a headache and whatever perpetual pain you would have felt all at once. His whole life was that of a sob story, and now to add insult to injury, here he lays, internally bleeding and bones snapped, in a ditch barely alive. He slowly opened his eyes hours later. This was not his first concussion but a first for being hit by a car. He wiggled his toes and flicked his fingers amidst the pain.

“Okay, not paralyzed. That’s good. I guess.” He muttered to himself. He turned his head and closely examined his left arm. He was no doctor but he could tell it was broken by noticing the bone was sticking outside of his body. He sighed and used his other non-broken arm to push himself up. Every movement he made was extremely painful and disorienting. He stumbled to his feet and looked around. It was dark now.

“Okay.” He took a painful breath, “I just have to”, He was cut off by every muscle in his body aching at once. “Oh, fuck me.” He stated to no one. This happened every night like clockwork. He wanted to fight it, try to hold off until he got home, but he was too tired. He gave in and let it just happen. His bones shifted and muscles tensed. Fur began to grow and his skin began to tear. He didn’t trust the wolf inside him but there was no locking him in the cell at home now. He blacked out from the pain, earlier than normal, which didn’t bother him all that much. He was just worried what he was going to wake up to this time.

He regained conscience from his forced nap but kept his eyes closed. He was terrified of where he might have ended up. He listened for any sounds of disturbance before opening his eyes. He was on his living room floor, naked, and covered in bruises. He rose to his feet, slowly, looking around. He was alone. His bone was no longer pultruding from his arm, which he figured was a good side note. Jay liked to try to stay on the positive side of situations. He didn’t question how. His arm and whatever other bones were no longer cracked and broken, but he was covered in road rash and bruises. He was sore. Jay thought the wolf was a wild, blood thirsty monster that was uncontrollable. He was relieved that He didn’t wake up in an orphanage covered in dead children or wherever else. He was late for school and that was his biggest worry for now at least. He put on a pair of shorts and an old tee and headed out the door. He walked through the heavily wooded area where he lived. He liked the privacy of no neighbors, even if it was a necessity.

He made it to the strip of road where he had been so rudely left to die. It’s not like being a werewolf gives him any special powers. Jay wasn’t overly strong, have a high pain tolerance or have sensitive hearing. He was just a normal kid who got hit by a truck and was inches from death. Well yeah, his bones healed overnight but the rest of it sucked. No parties, no staying up late, no friends. He found his torn clothes and scooped up his pants. He reached into the ruined pants pocket to retrieve his wallet and phone, which unsurprisingly was smashed to pieces. He sighed and headed back home. It was only a mile or so back to his house but that didn’t stop his body from telling him he was in pain.

He arrived back home and went straight to bed to rest. He set his alarm and closed his eyes for what felt like just a moment, but was actually ten hours. He felt mildly better. He walked outside of his little cabin in the woods to a small garage where he had wonderfully crafted a beautiful jail cell for his wolf counterpart. He thought being a werewolf just meant one transformation a month, but it wasn’t that simple. Every night for the past six years, between the hours of nine and ten pm, depending on the day, he had to endure this cycle. Clothes off, door locked, tv on, and wait. He didn’t have a job, obviously, but made money doing odd jobs. Not enough to spend on a bicycle, but enough to not be forced into a ramen noodle cliché. The waves of discomfort were followed by waves of pain signaling that it was time. He took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Jay decided to take a few days off from school to heal up. Highschool sucked enough without the physical pain. He had to walk the five miles from just outside of town to get to the large school. He always arrived early to get free school breakfast, which was nothing more than expired cereal with watered down milk. During the day, nobody seemed to notice that he had been missing, or was covered in lacerations, which was fine for him. He didn’t like the attention. He sat in history in the back while the teacher slash basketball coach played a movie semi related to history.

“Psst”, quietly echoed in his direction. Jay looked over to the girl sitting next to him who had attempted to grab his attention. “What happened to your arms?” She whispered over to him. He didn’t think of an excuse because no one ever talks to him anyway. “Umm, I fell down a hill”, he lied, badly.

“Are you okay?” She asked, with a genuine care in her tone. “Yeah” he replied, “I’m okay, thanks for asking”. Jay smiled a bit on accident. The brown hair swaying across the girl’s green eyes had him hooked quickly. She smiled back and turned to finish watching the movie. Sometimes you forget how it feels to have someone, even momentarily care about you. It felt good.

School had let out and jay started his way across the student parking lot. He saw a range from new Mercedes to old Buicks. Why would any parent let their child drive such an expensive car? He thought, as a car pulled up beside him. The window rolled down to reveal two green eyes looking back at him.

“Hey”, the girl called out with a smile, “umm, I always see you walking down the street, do you, like, not have a ride?” “Oh, no I don’t live far so I just walk to save gas money” he said, lying badly, again. “Can I give you a ride?” She asked, unlocking the doors. Jay wanted badly to not have to walk home. He was still sore and tired. Plus, the girl was cute so he did not care if she kidnapped him. “No, thank you”, He said disappointingly. He knew he could not have people knowing where he lived. It was too dangerous. Jay did not have someone to give him rules or guidelines, but he did watch a lot of werewolf movies and letting people into your life was not a great plan. She let her smile fade slightly before calling out again. “Please? I feel bad you have to walk home every day” She said, making a playful sad face. Jay shook his head and put on his best fake smile in hopes to convince himself as well as her that he did not want a ride. “I appreciate the offer, really, but I’m okay.” He waved and walked off before she could ask again. “O... Okay!”, she called out behind him, “I’ll see you in class tomorrow! I’m Katie by the way!” She added.

Katie was a quiet, nerdy girl who loved to doodle and not take notes in class. She somehow managed to skate by in her classes with a B or a C, which was fine for her. Her parents didn’t seem to notice her all that much amongst her other siblings. She felt bad, seeing Jay walk away with a slight limp, covered in bandages. She shook her head and drove off. She was determined to help him any way she could.

She went down the road that led to the grocery store. She loved to bake and knew cookies could make anyone feel better. She picked out her ingredients and headed back out of town. She drove towards her parent’s small farm. She drove only a few miles before passing someone walking down the old road. She glanced in her rear-view mirror and recognized the man as Jay. She was about to stop and go back before she saw that he had turned and was heading into the forested area. That guy is getting some fuckin cookies, she thought to herself, smiling like a villain. She raced home and began to bake.

Fuck, where did he turn at, she thought to herself. Her car smelled like delicious sugar cookies and old socks. She crept along the road looking for a path of any sort, but it was getting dark. She thought about giving up and avoiding the stalker like vibe she might give off when she spotted a light in the distance. Bingo, she thought as she turned down onto an overgrown path. She pulled up to the house and exited her car, delicious cookies in hand. She bumped the car door closed with her butt and walked up to the door. The door was old and rotted, but she knocked anyways. There was no answer so she raised her hand to knock again when she heard a strange noise from the small garage across from the house. A light was shining through the window and she began to walk towards the building. The garage door was shut and locked with a padlock, but the side door looked unbarred. She peaked through the window but only saw random junk and trinkets. The noise sounded like metal bars being banged around inside, so she figured that was a good sign as any and opened the door.

The plate of homemade cookies fell to the ground and she was met with the gaze of a very large bear. A strange looking bear. A bear with the face of a large dog. Her brain bounced back and forth trying to figure out what on earth was inside of this cage. She was snapped out of her trance when the large creature reached as far out of the cage as he could and slashed at the intruder. She was startled and backed up towards the door, even though the monsters reach was several feet short. The creature growled and snarled, still trying to inch its way toward the girl. That’s a goddamned werewolf her brain screamed. She was terrified and couldn’t move. She could only stand in fear as the wolf desperately tried to slash her open. She stood and watched for a few minutes before the wolf began to calm down. The wolf starred at her and only growled, no longer flailing his arms at her. She bent down and picked up a single cookie. She tossed it at the wolf who was unfazed by her offering. His blue eyes were locked on her and only her. She sat down on the cold concrete next to her pile of floor cookies.

“S… So…” She stuttered, “D... Don’t like c…Cookies?”

The wolf continued to stare and growl at the unwanted guest. She was shaking but couldn’t leave. This was by far the coolest thing she has ever stumbled upon.

Katie eventually decided after an hour of studying the locked animal that it was time to go home. She didn’t even bother thinking of telling someone about this because who in their right mind would believe this? She collected the cookies and slowly walked out the door, watching the beast for the last few seconds. She closed the door and took a deep breath. “What the fuck”, she quietly exclaimed. She shook her head and made her way back to her car. She dropped the cookies in the passenger seat, still awestruck and drove out of the woods, back to the old country road. Her mind raced at every scenario she could play out. Taking photos, video calls, bringing people over, none of it played out well in her favor. She arrived home and entered her empty house. The newer construction of a country home was nice and cozy. She locked the door just in case the monster escaped and followed her home. It made sense, the wolf didn’t have a key, how could he get in? He. It. Jay.

The wolf calmed down after the intruder had left. His small prison kept his anger contained for the most part, but it never stopped him from trying to escape. The wolf didn’t understand why he was locked up all the time. He was aware of the human inside of him. He knew he didn’t like the wolf but all the wolf wanted to do was protect the human. Make sure he was properly fed and kept safe. Speaking of food, that cookie the intruder tried to poison him with smelled delicious. The wolf scooped up the cookie which looked small in his massive paw. He gave it a sniff and ate it in one bite. He’s eaten worse.

Morning came as Jay woke up from his sleep. He stretched and yawned, and unlocked his cage. Jays morning routine was simple. Make sure he didn’t murder any families in his sleep, get dressed and walk to school. The wolf had escaped a few times, but fortunately, there was no unlucky campers nearby. He headed off to school and about halfway there, he heard a car approaching from behind. He glanced back and recognized the small car and the girl waving at him as it slowed down. Katie usually drove by him every morning but never bothered to offer a ride. She pulled up next to him and gestured for him to get in. Jay waved her off once again, but she was persistent.

“If you don’t get in I’m just gonna follow you” She called out, matching his slow pace. Jay shook his head but figured she wouldn’t give up. He sighed and opened the door. It smelled like old socks and cookies. Katie knew his amazing secret and was enthralled by it. She dreamt about it. She fantasized about it. This was the coolest thing ever. But obviously she couldn’t just tell him. So, she would do anything to get closer. Small talk was forced as she drove them to school. She parked the car in the parking lot and turned off the engine.

“So, can I give you a ride after school?” She asked, hoping for jay to give in. “I live like right down the road from you anyways”. Jay pondered for a moment, knowing that it would give him more free time on his brief time frame before his nightly cycle. He sighed. “Okay, and thank you”, he said defeatedly. She smiled. All according to plan.

The night came slow as Katie decided to go back and try again with the cookies. This time peanut butter. She wondered if Jay Liked peanut butter. Dogs love peanut butter. Is that racist? She asked herself. She wanted to be safe and chocolate was a questionable risk. She made her way back to his house and down the faded path. The house light once again was off, but the garage light shined. She parked and opened the door of her car to the sounds of metal banging from the garage. She paused for a moment. She looked up to the sky and saw the moon was only half full. She grabbed her plate of snacks and headed to the garage. The sounds stopped when she turned the door knob. She slowly opened the door to a sight of a large monster trying to rip her to shreds. She jumped and dropped the plate of cookies once again. “Fuck!” she uncontrollably shouted. She wasn’t really expecting a wolf again. What if this was just a monster and Jay is keeping it as a pet? She thought, glancing over to see Jays clothes, folded neatly on the table along with his back pack. Guess not. The wolf growled and swiped at her again like the night before. He wanted her dead, bad.

“H... Hey. It’s me again. Remember?” She said. The wolf knew exactly who it was. She picked up the cookies and sat down, just out of reach. She began to eat one of the floor cookies and looked at the beast trying to kill her. It was fascinating.

“S... So...” She stuttered, “How are you?” She said jokingly. The wolf stopped swiping at growled. He could understand her perfectly, but her voice only made him angrier. She looked deeper into his icy eyes, wondering if Jay was in there somewhere. She slid a cookie over to the wolf, who once again, did not flinch. His eyes remained locked. The wolf did however seem to calm down faster than before, which Katie noticed. Maybe the wolf does recognize me. She thought. She smiled at that thought. Maybe the wolf and her could be secret friends.

The next night she headed back over to Jay’s house with a fresh batch of cookies. She loved making cookies and knew Jay would appreciate them. She pulled into the path and drove towards the dim lit garage. She stopped outside of the house and stared. The house was dark again. Three days in a row? She thought. No. Maybe he’s just working on something. She exited the car and heard the familiar sounds of banging bars. She slowly opened the side door to see her old friend, the wolf in all his fuzzy glory, trying to murder her. Luckily this time she did not drop the cookies. The wolf growled and glared but ceased his lunges. He was calmer than before. He is recognizing me, she thought, smiling uncontrollably. The wolf stared as she sat down with the plate of cookies. She took a bite and lifted another outstretched in front of her.

“Want one?” She asked the wolf. The wolf did not respond, but only stared. She slid the cookie within his reach. The wolf stared at her, then glanced down, then back at her. Progress! She screamed internally. The wolf hunched over and picked up the cookie. He stared at the girl and took a bite. He watched her intently and she did the same. He finished the snack in two bites and she slid another. The wolf stared but reached down and ate the second. The wolf seemed to enjoy them enough at least.

“I’m Katie”, she said. The wolf blinked slowly. He knew who she was.

The next night, she had a little more planned out. She brought a bad of supplies: A sketchbook, a few novels, and some assorted snacks. Fifty fifty seeing the wolf or jay, but she was prepared for either. She pulled up the garage noting the light shining through. Wolf it is, she thought, grabbing her bag. The slowly opened the garage door and the wolf was already watching her. Almost like he knew she would be there. He softly growled but did not lunge or try to attack. Katie could barely hold in her excitement. The wolf was less and less aggressive each time. She sat down and opened her sketchbook. She reached in her bag and pulled out a bag of beef jerky. She tossed a large piece over to her new friend. She began to sketch the wolf in his unnatural habitat who had begun to chew on the tough jerky. When he finished, she tossed him a new piece and continued her drawing. She sketched until the jerky ran out, which was faster than she had hoped. She reached back into her bag again and revealed a new book.

“This is my favorite book”, she exclaimed proudly to the wolf, who seemed interested in her bag of goodies. “It’s called “The girl with the dragon tattoo”” She said, showing off the cover. She opened the book and began to read to the wolf. The monster watched her intently as she read page by page. The wolf sat down directly across from her and continued to listen. She couldn’t stop smiling as the wolf was relaxing around her.

School flew by quickly as Katie day dreamed about going over to Jay’s house for her secret friendship. Every night, she had gone over and met with the wolf. And every night, he was a little more relaxed, almost happy, when she arrived. She dropped jay off at his house and went home. Later that night, she packed up and headed out again. The wolf greeted her with a tall wag and panted. Tonight, she felt adventurous. She couldn’t control herself. She had to do it. She reached into her bag and pulled out a large chunk of jerky and walked closer to the cage. The wolf watched and she slowly stepped past the invisible line of the wolfs reach. She held out the dried meat to the wolf’s massive mouth where he slowly and carefully removed it from her hand with his sharp teeth. She sighed relief and started the second part of her plan immediately. She reached with her other hand through the cage and touched his chest. His fur was short and extremely soft. He was overly warm to the touch, like a large fuzzy heated blanket. She scratched his chest and looked up to him. He seemed to enjoy being petted. She gave a small laugh and smiled, continually petting him. Weeks and weeks of preparation had led up to this moment. She was successful in her endeavors. She glanced over to the padlock on the cell door. She knew the key was on his pile of clothes. She stopped scratching and walked over to the key. She took a deep breath and turned back towards the door. She looked up and the wolf, who had cocked his head to the side slightly. She reached out with her hand towards the wolfs muzzle. He bent down and let her pet him again. She smiled and unlocked the door.

The wolf watched the gate open to the unprotected girl. He stepped forward towards her. She was not afraid of the big bad wolf. The wolf hunched over and sniffed at her neck before nuzzling her. She wrapped her arms around the soft monster and held him close. Weeks of preparation and planning had paid off. The wolf bit into the girl’s shoulder with all his might. The girl could only scream in horror at the mistake she was now fully aware of. The wolf knew exactly who the girl was. He could smell it from the day she stepped onto the property. He pulled back and tore out the muscle and bone from the helpless girl. She fell to the ground and the massive wolf followed. Her arms flailed at the wolf to no avail. The wolf bit into her chest. The wolf was excited. He knew jay would not let him out of the cage again. He knew this was his only chance. The girl screamed out to the cold November air, but there was no one around for miles to help her. The wolf finally had his revenge. The girl had tried to hide her guilt but that only made the wolf want her more. Her smell drove the wolf crazy but she finally trusted him enough to let him out. The wolf was not a wild animal. He was smart. Calculated. He didn’t need to be locked away in a cage every night. He knew right from wrong and would never hurt anyone without reason. Like hitting his human with a truck and leaving him to die in a ditch.

#werewolf #story #wolf #were wolf #halloween #transformation #short story #oc #my works #please read

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