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ryder lee lynn// 26 local football star turned national football legend, hailing from castleport and currently in sunny california. big fan of early morning runs, sunsets, comic books, and a hot cup of coffee. not a fan of brussel sprouts, bad attitudes, and writing biographies. anything else you might need to know, feel free to ask. i'm an open book.

[goldenchildlynn]

inkedsevans‌:

Never got the whole myth. Taking eggs from a giant rabbit’s a true crime doc waiting to happen. 

It’s honestly just fucking weird like you have to find all these eggs some big rabbit put somewhere, and just....trust that? Nah, it’s too easy. I wanna know this origin story, see if it’s legit.

[goldenchildlynn]

text message ➡️ rytana

tana: again, cake walk. plus, your cheeks look great in it.

tana: then why did you?

Ryder: thanks for that, little confidence boost.

Ryder: i didn't have a choice, Santana. it was either do all that or lose my contract.

[goldenchildlynn]

text message ➡️ rytana

tana: maybe murder? this is a cake walk for the NFL.

[....]

tana: I'm sure if you keep throwing the L word around more you'll ease some critics.

tana: also, love, ryder?

Ryder: maybe murder plus a sex tape, a two for one.

Ryder: right...

Ryder: look, i didn't like having to do all that okay?

[goldenchildlynn]

I don’t know how anyone as a kid could have believed in the Easter Bunny? I always thought it was a weird concept growing up, a giant rabbit...going around and planting eggs? It doesn’t make any sense, but fuck it, anything for some free candy I guess. Either way, that creepy ass bunny is making his rounds around Castleport, I saw him lingering in the parking lot of a Dunkin Donuts.

[goldenchildlynn]

text message ➡️ rytana

tana: they think you're the young bunk they can get a few super bowl rings out of? 'cos I'm sure if so, they'll relax.

tana: plus, I think the internet is between turned-on, and off with you right now, so not a bad place to be after being accused of kidnapping and murder.

Ryder: yeah, but if I'm a hub of scandal, there are about a million other guys ready to take my spot...which I'm not gonna let happen.

Ryder: I've basically muted all my social media things right now, it's just full of...chaos.

[goldenchildlynn]

TEXTS: BREE ⇆ RYDER

BREE: I'm picking up take-out on my way home, any requests?

RYDER: Maybe a coffee, extra strong, I'm not sleeping much anyways.

RYDER: I....really appreciate you for sticking by me right now.

[goldenchildlynn]

text message ➡️ rytana

tana: so....is that not a no...

[....]

tana: how’s the big wigs taking this?

Ryder: it's an, i'm on my way.

Ryder: the damage control is exhausting, but, hopefully going to make said big wigs relax a bit...at least i hope.

[goldenchildlynn]

marleysmontage‌:

The best! Next time it’ll be Tacos and Tarantino. Stalker and Mirror are my favourites. 

Honestly? Super impressed by the theme nights, you better do it on a Tuesday too, Taco Tuesdays are pretty iconic on their own. Oh, going to be frank, I have never seen either of those movies?

[goldenchildlynn]

text message ➡️ rytana

tana: then let’s smoke.

tana: and before you bring up your livelihood, buy someone else’s piss like a normal NFL player and call it a day.

Ryder: it's off season, and with everything going on with me, drug testing is the last thing on anyone's mind.

[goldenchildlynn]

THE PRESS CONFERENCE

WHO: Ryder Lynn vs. The Press.

WHERE: Town Hall

WHEN: Monday 4/6/2020

There was an uneasy feeling in Ryder's stomach as he sat in the car ride over to town hall, his father scolding him and reminding him to not mess this up, his publicist going over the statements and angle they were to approach this topic in. Honestly, at this point, all he could feel was a numbness in his chest, his heartbeat dull and muffled in his ears as he nodded in response. 

He felt like a fraud, all he wanted to do was get on the next plane to the farthest location and disappear, but he'd worked so hard to get to his position in the NFL. It was his dream job, and it was either sugar coat things and make things look a certain way, or lose his job and end up a has been washed up in Castleport. He refused to let that happen, so he swallowed his pride and smoothed his sweaty palms over his slack clad knees, feeling the car come to a stop as he rolled his head side to side and then hopped out of the SUV. Automatically he was greeted with flashes and he shielded his face with his arm before being ushered to a podium and clearing his throat, "I want to start out by giving an apology to the Berry family, I know this is a very tough time and that you are upset by the light of recent findings. I want to let you know that I respected your daughter immensely and that she meant a lot to me, I am very saddened by the fact this tape was brought to light this way but we are doing everything in our power to get it removed from sites that have it up. I want nothing but peace for your daughter, and hope you can respect and accept my apology." And with that, he gripped the podium a bit as he took a deep breath, hearing his publicist speak now, "We will now take a few questions from the press...please be respectful at this time."

PRESS:

Jason’s hand shot up. It didn’t work the first time but he was chosen the second time. “Why did you tell people you were just friends?” His tone was neutral, it was just a question to him. It was impersonal, like asking directions to a stranger.

RYDER:

There's only a momentary pause before nodding his head, "I know it can be a bit confusing, Rachel and I were trying to keep the details of our relationship private due to my position in the NFL, she could get upset pretty easily...I didn't want people trying to come after her and pick her apart in the media."

PRESS:

'Bullshit' was the first word that popped in his head, and from the community eyerolls from the press packet, he knew he wasn't the only one who read through that coached line. "You were a second-string, and up to recently you hadn't had much media attention. Was there a certain outlet or person you were worried about upsetting her, or were you upset her seeing you with someone else in the media?" He knew he had a couple connections to  a couple woman. Santana Lopez was one he was often spotted with at NFL events/functions.

RYDER:

Hearing him call out the fact he was second string made Ryder stall for a moment, going through all the mental notes he could remember under the stress of the watching eye of press, and he kept his hands placed on the podium in front of him before replying, "Being in a new environment like this was a big adjustment, I know Rachel can be easily upset, she was a really sensitive girl and the last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable if I was seen out with other people...as you stated." He said with a small, weak smile, but it certainly didn't reach his eyes, "Rachel was a very special girl, I just wanted to protect her and what we had, given the distance, it was a lot easier said than done."

PRESS:

He wanted to press, but his chance was taken. Another reporter was called on. "do you know how cportea got the tape?"

RYDER:

God, if he knew that answer, things would be interesting. But he kept his face neutral, shaking his head as he knit his brows, clearing his throat as he looked at the reporter, "At this time, no, we are not sure who released the tape. It was posted to a gossip blog, but whoever gave it to them, we have no leads on. Whoever it was, however, did invade privacy and posted this tape without my consent so when we do figure out who did it, and we will, hopefully, they face consequences. I personally feel like it is very sad they chose to do this, especially following up Rachel's untimely and sad death..."

PRESS:

Another reporter shot up, "who made the film, and when did you lose track of it? do you know why this..." check's note, "...cportea is accusing you of having to do something with rachel berry's disappearance?"

RYDER:

His attention went to the next reporter, this was getting exhausting, Ryder felt like his chest was tight and he just wanted to curl up under his covers and sleep this nightmare away. But the next question came, and he pursed his lips together, "It was Rachel's idea to film this...video. It was supposed to be private, just between us, she wanted something to have when I was gone in training and on my first real season with the Rams. She had the only copy, at least, the only copy I knew of." He confirmed, pausing at the next question, he shook his head as he spoke into the microphone, "I am unaware why this gossip blog is pointing fingers in my direction, I have nothing to do with Rachel's disappearance, I was in LA when she went missing to begin, and I would never, ever put her in danger like that. I...." He didn't want to do this, and he took the break in his voice to lower his head, to many it seemed like he was getting emotional but it was really him choking back the way the words felt wrong falling off his tongue, but he had to do this. His publicist urged it, and if he didn't, well...he could face jail and looking like a complete asshole all packaged in one, "I loved Rachel, I would never, ever want her harmed."

PRESS:

The room was buzzing after he dropped the ‘L’ word. Finally, an ESPN reporter was chosen, “so you loved Ms. Berry? Can you clarify in what context?”

RYDER:

It was what he expected, the chaos of his words lighting up the whole area, people fighting to get another question in. Ryder wasn't typically an anxious sort of guy, he was confident and strong, but right now he felt like he was going to be sick. Maybe it was the guilt on his mind or the fact he hardly had been able to eat or sleep since he landed in Castleport. The report snapped him back into attention and he cleared his throat, leaning forward to the microphone in front of him, "I love her as a person, as my....partner, she was an absolutely brilliant and talented woman who was taken way too soon from us. This exploitation of her is distasteful and I'm ashamed that it's come to the surface like this, so I can only hope that everyone can be respectful and remember to be sensitive in light of everything that is going on. This is more than a tape being released, this is an invasion of privacy of a beautiful woman who was taken away from us way too soon..."

The room was still buzzing, and he felt the way his palms were sweating before his publicist stepped forward and came to the microphone, "Thank you all very much, that is all Mister Lynn will be answering today." And it wasn't even a second before flashes of cameras go off and his publicist's hand is on his back, guiding him away and telling him how great he did, how this is going to be great, but all Ryder wanted to do was hide in his room and never come out.

[goldenchildlynn]

marleysmontage‌:

Takeout and Tarkovsky - I should start to trademark themed film nights. If anyone needs me (or wants to watch a movie) this is where I’ll be until I’m absolutely forced to move.

Sounds like a pretty great duo....what does that Tarkovsky guy direct? I’m not too film savvy, but, he sounds really familiar.

[goldenchildlynn]

text message ➡️ open

tana: I swear this strain I got is making a chef out of me.

tana: [sends photo of chicken alfredo]

tana: name brand sauce check. ✅

Ryder: look at you, all master chef.

Ryder: looks great, and smoking sounds...so fucking great right now.

[ssweeneys]

[goldenchildlynn]

teecohenc‌:

That can definitely be arranged. You’re more than welcome to just stop by my apartment for it, too, if the diner is … too much. 

Yeah, uh I’d like that a lot actually...thanks Tina. It’s been a hell of a week.

[goldenchildlynn]

snixxem‌:

PRIVATE: 

Ryder, un-fucking-pucker from your dad’s asshole, and stop mindlessly taking his shit. They’re cops, not your priest. Please don’t tell me your dad is running your PR right now. 

I mean, anyone’s ego would be up if their ass trended on twitter - murder suspect or not. 

PRIVATE:

You think I want to deal with him? It’s not that easy Santana, you don't know my dad like I do, you don’t know what it’s like to be his son. No, no, the NFL has a highly trained and experienced PR person. 

....you believe me though, right? That I didn’t have anything to do with Rachel’s whole...death?

[goldenchildlynn]

snixxem‌:

PRIVATE: 

I didn’t say you guys were together, so calm down. If you want to get technical though, you definitely veered left n the truth when you laid thick in that public statement after her death. 

I’ve got a few great playlist and netflix picks for mourning ones ego and reputation. Let me know if you need it. 

Have the police contacted you?

PRIVATE:

I didn’t really have much of a choice whenever they questioned me, my dad said it would be bad to mention I had seen her recently and also...didn’t exactly wanna share I was hooking up with her to the cops.

I mean, my ego isn’t exactly too bad right now, as fucked up as that sounds...but the reputation might need a big mend. 

Not yet, I’m meeting with them in two days, the day before the press conference.

[goldenchildlynn]

basicallybree‌:

PRIVATE: Talk to me about what? Not having a husband? Because that doesn’t sound entirely like a conversation I would look forward to having. Yeah, considering the first chance you got to get out of town after college you took right away.

What do you mean, more than they were? About Rachel?

I do, but it’s nice having people remind me of that sometimes. When you say disguise it makes it sound like I should be wearing one of those pairs of glasses with a mustache attached. People don’t care about me, Ry, they care about you. Which in this situaiton, just happens to complicate things. But I’ll keep a low profile, it’ll be fine.

PRIVATE:

I meant like, just where your head is at, you know I care a lot about you...I just want to make sure you’re alright and stuff? You know I had to take that opportunity for my career, you went to New York the minute you were able to, remember?

Yeah, basically I have to say that...we were a lot more serious than I let on, it’s gonna be a lot. I just, I want you to know the truth, you deserve the truth.

Okay maybe not that extreme, but a hat and sunglasses never hurt. I just don’t want you getting involved too heavily in this, everyone around town knows our history, the last thing I need is you getting shit on for even trying to help me.