the 100 preferences & imagines - H.Q

Lanky Mophead | Jasper Jordan

YOUR P.O.V

"That's how you properly roll a fruit wrap, now copy me again." Gloria's voice boomed through the kitchen.
I place my wrap on the counter and slather on some fruit chutney before placing my beetroot on it, but I'm cut off.
"Diaz! Front and centre, your getting released." Pornstache stands in the doorway with a clipboard on his hip, I stare in shock.
"Wait...really?" I ask and he rolls his eyes.
"Yes. Now hurry up before I make the van leave you then you'll be stuck here until Monday!" I walk off out into the eating area.

I rip my apron and cooking hat off and scream out in joy. The other girls congratulate me and we say our goodbyes for now. I gasp in realisation and realise I need to find my mother and sister.
I take off out the kitchen and run into the hallway, making my way to Spanish Harlem.
"Mom! Mom! Daya!" I tell as I run into the pod, all eyes on me but I don't care.
I see my mom and my sister exit the bunks with a weirded out expression on their faces.
"I'm getting out! I'm getting released!" I yell and my mom yells out in joy. She throws her arms around me and I run over and hug Daya, holds me close.
"You get your shit together and try and find out where the kids are okay?" Mom moves hair off my face and smiles at me.
"Find yourself a man or something sis, get out there, your free now." She smiles too.
They walk out with me until their not allowed to go any further, I wave and smile with tears of joy and sadness in my eyes.

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It's been 1 month since I got released. I got a decent apartment in Queens, I'm still looking for a job but, it's hard.

On the other hand, Bennett had left my sister before she had their daughter, her baby is beautiful. I wanted to take her in until Daya got out but I wasn't allowed because of my criminal record. Daya understood.
Today, I'm visiting my mom and sister for the first time since I got out.

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"So, met anybody yet?" Daya asks with wide eyes, I roll my matching brown eyes.
"It's been a month Daya. And I can't exactly go out every weekend on the hunt, I have parole meetings and job interviews." I say.
"Okay, don't bite my face off." She raises her hands up in a surrender motion.
"Ugh. I'm getting snacks, want anything?" I offer, they nod.
"Get me Pringles and get a snickers bar for your sister." I nod and walk to the vending machine.
I slip the note into the machine and punch the numbers in for the food I want, it spits the junk out and I begin to walk back to the table.

That is until I bump into a tall figure and drop my things.
"Oh, I am so sorry! Here let me grab those." He picks up the fallen snacks from the floor and hands them to me. I smile when I get a proper look at his face.

Slightly sunken in cheeks, a brown mop of beautifully messed up hair, brown orbs burning into my eyes, full pink lips that carry a cheeky smile.
"Uh, no it's okay." I play it off, he offers his hand to me, I shake it.
"Jasper Jordan." He says.
"Y/N Diaz." I reply with a smile.
"Pretty and Spanish? Today must be my lucky day. Sorry that was corny as fuck." He laughs and I chuckle.

"Could I uh, maybe grab your number? We could grab a bite to eat sometime?" He looks at me hopefully, my smile fades as my reality sets in.
"Um yeah. I'm just-ugh. I have a criminal record, I was locked up here and I just got out last month. Thought I'd let you know." I confess, he smiles and shakes his head.
"That doesn't bother me. But if your free, why are you here?" He furrows his dark brown brows.
"I'm visiting my mom and sister." I point over to the table with the two woman who look like me, he nods and waved to them. Days waved back with a smile, mom scowls her lips.
"Hurry up with the food!" She demands and I chuckle slightly. Jasper scratches the back of his neck.
"I uh, should get back. Oh! And here is my number." I say, he smiles.

I give him a small smile and wave before turning back to my mom and sister, ready to get asked a million and 1 questions.