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So I’m rewatching THE SECRET CIRCLE and I know I’ve said it before on here, but I’m going to say it again. It was stupid to kill off Nick Armstrong so early in the series. Especially just to replace him with Jake and have them switch roles as the member of the circle and traitor witch.
easier ship : jake/riya word count: 2075 ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54460879 x Riya found herself staring at his face. He was all scratched up - his suit was torn in several places, his hair looked like a mess, there was a long scratch along his goggles - and it was all because he decided to push her out of the way and take a bad hit from the newest mutated nuisance in the city. It wasn’t necessary, obviously. Blindstrike’s armor was top quality and could withstand most attacks. The gesture was nice, though. Riya found herself teetering on the edge of flattered and annoyed. “You recovered the disc, at least?” Dr. C asked, a judgmental undercurrent to her voice. “Yeah, here.” Riya handed it to her mentor, but her eyes stayed trained on Stretch while he chatted with his teammates. Dr. C took the disc and rolled her eyes so dramatically that Riya could practically hear it. “Good.” “So we’re all done, right?” Omni-Mass asked quickly, pulling away from his conversation with the other two boys. “Cause Wingspan and I have a big family dinner to get to and I don’t wanna be late!” “Until the next attack, you’re all free to go.” Dr. C didn’t look at them while she spoke, typing away at her computer and trying to access the information they’d gotten for her. “I doubt we’ll hear from any more of Rook’s other experiments today.” “Excellent!” He pumped a fist in the air and then brought it down on Wingspan’s back. “I’m starving! What’re we having?” “Ow…” Wingspan rubbed his shoulder uncomfortably. “It’s just another meatloaf night, nothing to get excited about.” “Are you kidding me? Your mom’s meatloaf is the best! ” The two of them waved goodbye to Stretch and continued their conversation about meatloaf as they exited the secret lab. Riya removed her helmet and shook out her hair, absentmindedly wondering why Stretch stayed behind. Her question was answered quickly as he took a noticeably deep breath, then stepped over to her and stood his ground. She put her helmet down on a nearby table and stared up at him. “Blindstrike! Um…er, Riya. I, uh…” he stammered, as he often did when talking to her outside of her stealth armor. “I want to apologize.” Riya responded by raising one curious eyebrow. That was unexpected. “I know you can handle yourself just fine in the field, so please don’t think I was trying to belittle you or anything by pushing you out of the way. I just…” He paused and gulped again, clearly very nervous. “I could do something to stop you from getting hurt, so I did. And I’m sorry, but I’m also kind of not.” She stared at him, unsure if he was going to say anything else. It wasn’t quite an apology as he’d prefaced it, but it was nice of him to say. Sometimes Riya got frustrated at him because he was always trying to do and say the right things. Even when he messed up, the intention was there, and it was so different from every other person she knew. He was a genuinely good person and sometimes she didn’t know what to do with that. “I…I am glad you’re not hurt,” he added nervously. “So I hope we’re okay.” Riya felt a strange urge come over her and glanced to the left to make sure there wasn’t an audience. Dr. C wasstill typing at her computer, not a single thought on the teenagers behind her. Then Riya looked back at Stretch and frowned. She wouldn’t be able to do this if he was in his stupid costume. Without saying anything, she reached up and pressed the side of his headpiece, fully deactivating his suit. Before he could even speak his confusion, she also grabbed the goggles and tugged them off his head. Jake practically had question marks floating above him as she held his goggles in her hands and stared up at his face. Then Riya did something she’d never done before. She leaned up and pressed her lips against his. It was very brief, less than a second of contact, but she couldn’t deny the rush of excitement that shot through her when they touched. She liked Jake - to an extent, since she’d never really had the time to give it much thought - and knew that kissing him could be nice. She didn’t anticipate anything more than that. She pulled away and shoved the goggles into his hands, refusing to look at his face because she just knew he’d have some goofy, lovestruck expression that would make her feel something she didn’t feel like feeling. He was stiff as a board already and she was surprised he managed to hold onto his goggles. Riya turned around and walked away from him. There was no need to stay and discuss things further, honestly, especially if he was going to clam up and not say anything. It wasn’t as if she expected some sort of romantic gesture, but a little something would’ve been nice. “I-I…d-do you wanna come over for dinner?” he finally squeaked out, almost too quiet to hear. Rather than respond verbally, Riya just turned her head slightly and smiled at him, then continued to walk away. In the distance behind her, she could hear him start to find his voice again. “I think my heart just melted…” “Well, don’t get it all over my floor.” X Jake had a strange day. It’d only been a few hours since his… encounter with Riya and he hadn’t told anyone. If not for the memory of Dr. C’s very intense eye roll, he’d almost swear it didn’t actually happen. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his friends. Jake didn’t want to be the kind of guy who kissed and told. But he didn’t know what was going on. Did that mean Riya liked him? Or was she just grateful? Or was there some mysterious third option that he didn’t know? He was completely clueless about relationships and having a crush on such an especially closed-off girl didn’t make it easier. Maybe he could talk to his dad. His dad had at least one successful romantic relationship, so he had to know something . They were getting ready for dinner when Mark finally commented on how quiet his son had been. “Are you feeling alright, son?” Jake stared down at the plate he’d just set on their dining room table. He didn’t know how he felt. “I had an…interesting day. Just stuck in my head about it.” Mark moved around the table and put a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “What’s going on?” He knew he was biting his tongue, but Jake didn’t know how to have this type of conversation. Especially not with his dad of all people. “It’s…I, um…” Jake’s awkwardness was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. Mark looked over, then down at his son, then up at the door again. “We can continue this after you get the door.” Jake smiled, a bit uncomfortable, then rushed to the door and opened it wide without checking through the peephole. He definitely didn’t expect to see the woman of the hour standing there in casual-but-nicer-than-usual clothes. “Hey.” “Riya! Wh…what are you doing here?” She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “You invited me over for dinner, remember?” Jake knew his heart was beating ridiculously fast and hoped his face wasn’t bright red to match. “I-I didn’t think-” “Miss Dashti!” Mark came up behind his son, sticking out a hand to greet her professionally. “Jake didn’t tell me you were coming over! I’ll go set another place.” Riya shook his hand and smiled as the older man walked away. Then she stood there with Jake, who proceeded to stare at her without saying anything at all. She frowned. “Are you gonna invite me in?” “Uh-! Right, of course!” Jake moved to the side and closed the door behind her, feeling more confused than ever. “I, um…it’s good to see you.” “You, too,” she said quietly, giving him a small smile. Jake continued to stare at her. He didn’t know what to say. He had so many questions about what happened earlier in the day and he knew it’d be really uncool to straight up ask her about it, but he also knew that that was the only way he would get the answers he was looking for. With a deep, deep breath, he finally spoke. “Look, I…I don’t want to be presumptuous or assume anything or read too much into this, but, I, um…does this mean, uh. Do you…” He felt beads of sweat building on the back of his neck. “…do you like me?” Riya raised an eyebrow at him again. He frowned. Sometimes he wondered how he ever questioned that she was Blindstrike. “Come on, Riya. You know what I mean.” She stayed silent for another few seconds, then turned away and ran a hand through her hair. “Yeah, okay. Sorry. This is new for me, too, you know.” Her confession took a lot of the pressure off of his shoulders and Jake felt himself calm down a tiny bit. “I get that. Completely. But…well. You - I think you know how much I like you. And I really don’t wanna screw this up more than I already have. More than I already do. All the time.” His neck started to feel sweaty again. Riya didn’t look at him, taking a few steps into the living room and staring out the window. Jake followed her, and took a moment to appreciate that his dad was giving them a moment to talk. Usually his dad didn’t have that level of tact, but he probably figured this was why his son had been so quiet all day. “The last eight years of my life have been so…secretive. Dangerous. Difficult.” Riya crossed her arms over her chest and glanced down at her feet. “Everything was hard. Sometimes I could barely get up in the morning, you know?” Jake knew. Sort of. He knew the facts of what she’d gone through and it made him feel grateful that he still had his dad, no matter how much he struggled with the man sometimes. “For a long time I didn’t have any friends and the closest thing I had to family was Dr. C…who isn’t exactly nurturing. But she was what I needed.” Riya sighed and uncrossed her arms, holding her wrist gently in front of herself. “It’s…tiring. Really tiring. Not having anyone to talk to.” She made eye contact with Jake for a second, then turned away again. “I’ve never really had a social life ‘cause it’s always been too difficult to make time but…I don’t know. With you, it feels a little easier.” Jake was one-hundred percent sure that his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He’d never anticipated such a level of vulnerability from the girl of his dreams, and to top it all off? She said he made her life feel easier? He wasn’t sure there was a greater compliment to get from a person who’d been through as many hardships as she had. Riya ran both hands through her hair and held them against the back of her neck. She was clearly not used to talking for so long. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…I think this could be fun. Us, I mean. But you have to be patient with me.” She turned and glared at Jake, making direct eye contact. “And do not try to hold my hand.” He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, then nodded over and over. “O-okay, yeah. Of course! Whatever you want.” Jake gulped and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’d…so long as you’re comfortable.” “Jake! Riya! Dinner’s ready!” The two teens glanced towards the kitchen, then back at each other. Riya smirked at him, though there was a nervousness in her eyes that he’d never seen from her before. “What are we having?” “Oh, um…” Jake suddenly felt very awkward again. “Chicken kale salad?” Riya’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a confused frown. “That’s what you’re having for dinner?” He blushed and scratched the back of his head. “I-I didn’t know you were coming over!” Unexpectedly, Riya breathed out a short laugh, then smiled again. “I guess that’s what I get for not saying anything.”
favorite jake/cassie episode: 1x06 wake 1x07 masked 1x08 beneath 1x09 balcoin 1x10 darkness 1x12 witness 1x13 medallion 1x14 valentine 1x17 curse 1x19 crystal See Results @emmanelson , @clarkegriffins
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