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kdramachitchat · 3 years

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Hometown Cha Cha Cha Ep 7 - The love triangle (and the bromance too) officially starts and Dusik’s past is slowly unraveling. Hyejin’s role in Dusik’s heart becomes more prominent.

After Dusik’s almost accident, Sunghyun was introduced to the neighbors. Sunghyun introduced himself and informed them that he’s filming a new food variety show that’ll feature Gonjin. Dusik asked how they knew each other and Hyejin said that they both went to college. Hyejin also asked how they each other, Dusik said that they met on the street and that them knowing each other is based on lies. Haha.

He seem to be popular among the older neighbors and finally went to Dusik and Hyejin’s spot at the table, Hyejin tells him that he was also popular back then in college. They started talking about their friendship and said its been 10 years since they last seen each other. Dusik started to feel left out and interrupted the reunion asking for him to explain certain things. Things finally settled due to misunderstanding and they both introduced themselves. I see a bromance coming along, this would be a problem. Hyejin and Sunghyun started talking what they’ve been up to especially the dental clinic she opened up, Dusik inserts himself in the convo and tells Sunghyun that he found and renovated that place himself. He’s becoming a third-wheeler at this point poor Dusik. Sunghyun asked if that’s how the 2 met and Hyejin didn’t really tell him the truth. A neighbor was being nosy teasing both Hyejin and Sunghyun. Hyejin doesnt like to be teased especially if it’s far from the truth so she excused herself for a early night, Dusik tells her that it never was a problem and wants him to shut up.

Sunghyun wants to accompany her going home, while Dusik likely jealous decided to step out of the restaurant and accompanied Hyejin home. Sunghyun and Dusik want to hang out together then they all went to Dusik’s house instead. Hyejin tells Dusik not to discuss anything that happened that night.

Sunghyun decided to ask Dusik to be his tour guide in town. They drink, do bets and games with referencing on actor Kim Seonho’s 2D1N variety program (I honestly didnt get the reference as i dont watch his variety show). It was very chaotic and all of them went to sleep after.

The next day, Dusik is officially the guide for Sunghyun’s production team for sightseeing Gongjin and their next stop is Gam-ri’s house. Songhyun intends on making the house the main shooting location so he brings all the team to her house. Sunghyun is trying to convince Gamri and asked for her permission to borrow her house for 7 days. He falls for the authenticity and the warmth of the house. But sadly, Gamri doesnt allow him to and tells him that it won’t work, despite Sunghyun being so persistent. That’s probably why his shows are so successful because he gets what he wants. Him allowing Gamri to have the time to think and leave her alone, eventually will come back. He also cannot think and work well with a empty stomach. We see his work ethic here. Looks like he eats too when he gets stressed.

Dusik brings Sunghyun and his team to Ms. Yeo’s restaurant. They try a fish dish which brings both Dusik and Sunghyun to utter bliss, describing the flavors they tasted like a food critic. They both agree on the flavors and their bromance especially over food is in full force. The fish they ate is a wild fish-fresh from the sea that cost 100,000 won in Seoul. Ok i admit this scene was really funny, they were so dramatic over describing the fish like it’s heaven to them. After their meal they meet Hyejin and left right after. Sunghyun and Hyejin continues to talk before leaving, Hyejin mentions Dusik’s fees and he offers Sunghyun to discuss about it.

Dusik notices she sounds different while talking with Sunghyun and later mimicking her way of speaking. After his tummy is happily fed, Sunghyun suggests the whole team go shopping to the market where Dusik struggles to keep up with Sunghyun’s energy and childlike behavior when it comes to shopping. Ok i giggled at this. Sunghyun is like a ball of energy and Dusik acts like an old man.

This is just an extra stop before they all go back to Gamri’s house as presents. Sunghyun will bribe her with these in order to win her heart. So he got a plan. Gamri is not falling for his tricks, smart woman but Sunghyun kept insisting that he’s doing this as a repayment for her kindness to her. He keeps coming back and continues to assist Gamri like helping her lift heavy things, cleaning, continues giving her gifts and even fixing her broken lamp. Looks like Gamri is starting to warm up to him. After his constant visits he stops, Gamri is starting to look for him wondering where he is which ultimately gives some time for her to think before she could make a decision.

Later on, Gamri calls her granddaughter who resides in America for her studies. She happily talks to her and asks her to come to Gongjin for a visit where she will cook all the dishes she likes to eat. Sad to say, her granddaughter won’t be coming home this holiday since she will be spending the holiday in California with her friends. I don’t like how her granddaughter prefers her friends over family shows her unselfishness, compared to Gamri who is so kind to others. Gamri is shown to be lonely and i thank Dusik for being so kind to her like a grandson.

Meanwhile, Sunghyun suddenly appears at the gate of Gamri’s house bringing a delicious cake. It’s been 5 days since his last visit which makes Gamri sulk. Gamri then offers him to stay and have dinner but he says that he plans on having dinner with his friend who is June the boyband member that Juri likes.

Gamri offers to cook them a delicious dinner in return for the cakes and they all enjoy dinner together. June thanks Gamri and tells that he misses having homecooked meals. Sunghyun added that as a kpop idol member he never stopped working since he was young. A disadvantage being a idol. Gamri shows her warmth by giving a piece of meat to his rice–a small gesture of affection. Dusik gets jealous Hahaha and Gamri tells him he’s grown up. I cracked up. Juri is having the time of her life hanging out with her favorite kpop idol.

After the meal, Sunghyun continues to offer his help to Gamri like to wash the dishes. Hyejin volunteers but Sunghyun tells her not to because of her back problem due to her car accident back in the day. Dusik didnt know about her back problem. This is new information.

Gamri is completely happy at this point and she expresses her happiness. It’s been a while she had a big meal at her house. It’s the liveliest moment she had at her house. This really warmed my heart. Gamri should have more happy moments. Dusik visits Gamri and Gamri tells him that Sunghyun can film at her house. She wants to feel less lonely and Dusik tells her he’s happy as long as she is. They continue to drink their milk together.

The next day, Hyejjin wakes up with Sunghyun’s surprising delivery of food like her favorites. They talked to each other over the phone and Sunghyun is curious and wondered what has she been up to over the 10 years.

Sunghyun is happy to see her living comfortably and happy. He then promises to treat her a proper meal when he’s not that busy and Hyejin agrees. Looks like Dusik will be out of the picture for a while when Sunghyun is around.

Later in the day, Dusik and Sunghyun stops by Gamri’s house. Sunghyun looks around the house and Dusik tells him that he’s not allowed to change anything. He also tells Sunghyun that he should ask Gamri anything first if he intends to make the slightest change on her house. Any without permission he has to return the house to her and even the damages that may happen are discussed to be added in the contract, as well as Gamri’s pay. Sunghyun ask if Dusik knows baseball. Sunghyun says that good pitchers dont throw a ball when they can, they have their energy and control with their power. The player throws the ball at full speed during a crucial moment. Is that a hint on what’s yet to come? He said that he’s like that and doesn’t sweat or stress over small things. Sunghyun finally brings up to Dusik if Hyejin is seeing anyone. Dusik has that change of expression on his face, you can see him close to tears. Dusik was silent for a moment, then responded that she’s not seeing anyone. Sunghyun said that it’s a relief. Dusik looks to him with mixed and pained expressions. I sorta felt bad for him at that moment. Like shit someone’s in the way now. What to do?

During the epilogue, we see Dusik being down and Hyejin drops by with a happy mood. They’re completely polar in terms of mood. Hyejin continues to joke around without understanding the environment’s mood. Hyejin tries to carry him back to his house. Dusik continues to look so broken and with a pained tone he tells her to not go and leave him behind.

Dusik better be quick as someone else who’s fast as a baseball player ready to swing for his pitch. If he doesn’t make the move, Sunghyun will.

Thoughts

I like how this drama focused on Gamri and Sunghyun. We get to know them more with this episode. Also tbh with everyone. I do not like Seonho’s acting. I think Seonho when he's plain and the typical conversational scenes he's very weak but can improve. But i would like to point out when he does crying scenes that’s what he does best. He emoted Dusik’s heartache and pain very well at the epilogue, at that moment you would feel bad for him.

#2021 #Hometown Cha Cha Cha

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kisskissbanggang · 4 years

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What You Don’t Know pt. 2

[15Min Read/4.3K Words - College Au - Jisung x Female Reader - NSFW/Smut, 2/3 Plot - Femdom, Dom/Sub, Finding Kinks, Hair Pulling, Handcuffs, Drinking Buddies, Bad Communication Skills, Past Relationships, Friends to Lovers(?)]

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Lectures with Professor Brown were never boring once you started fooling around with Jisung. It used to be that your mind would wander, getting distracted while the old man droned on, but now this was the highlight of your day — and it was all because of his TA. You drummed your pen against your notebook, catching Jisung’s eye as he handed back papers. He gave you the smallest hint of a knowing smile when he handed you yours. You immediately flipped through it to review and you caught your prize: a little note stuck to the back of the front page that simply said see me.

Maybe what you did with Jisung after class could be considered his “office hours.” Everyone knew full well that Professor Brown liked to go for an afternoon walk after class to the soccer field and have a late lunch when the weather was nice, but you were privy to the exclusive information that it also meant Jisung was all alone in his little workspace just outside the professor’s office. And now you were both all alone, with Jisung’s face obediently buried between your thighs under his own desk while he worked to make you cum. You’d been experimenting with restraints lately, and at this moment Jisung’s hands were currently cuffed to his chair you’d helped yourself to, the restraints digging into his skin and leaving the cutest marks.

You wove your fingers into Jisung’s hair and tugged, trying hard to keep you both quiet in the narrow hallway connecting the lecture hall to all the offices of the professors who shared it. Jisung whined, his cuffs clattering against the metal arms of the chair as you clicked up the intensity on the little vibrating egg you’d strapped to his erection. He knew there was one rule today during your little game: don’t cum before you do. Sometimes the rules were different. Sometimes he couldn’t cum until you said so, or within a time limit, or there was the time you made him wait three days and he actually cried — but today the rule was to just hold out until you finished. And if he did he would get a treat.

Lucky for him, Jisung was dangerously close to his goal, even if he was still desperately rutting his hips against nothing, trying to get reprieve of any kind from the stimulation on his dick. Still, his quick tongue never faltered, and you bit hard into your knuckle as you finally came, your thighs squeezing on Jisung as your climax coursed through you. You heaved out a content sigh as you came down, but you were mindful to be sympathetic to his beleaguered whimpers. Jisung was thankful as you unfastened his cuffs and got up so you could manhandle him back into his chair at his desk. You watched him wait, patient and good as you cuffed only one wrist again. He was cute with his pants around his ankles, his feet drawn together pigeon-toed before you pried his knees apart so you could kneel between them.

“Do you want to cum?” You simpered as you finally regained your breath, and Jisung incoherently babbled as you grabbed the base of his cock. “Words, sweet boy,” you reminded him as you firmly massaged his length.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jisung gasped, nodding desperately as you took your time unstrapping the vibrator from his cock, “I really want to cum. Can I please cum?”

“You think I should let you?” You teased. Jisung’s free hand was dutifully clutched around the arm of the chair simply because you hadn’t directed him otherwise. You flicked your tongue over the head of his rigid cock in your massaging grip, making him tense and curl his knees up a little before you pinched his leg, silently reminding him to sit still.

“Please, ma’am, please let me,” Jisung begged, “I’ve been good, please let me, ma’am, I’m so close.”

“You are?” You playfully questioned him, making Jisung whimper and whine even more. He was at the point where he was trembling now, which was quickly becoming your favorite thing about teasing him.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Jisung pleaded. His knee still bounced erratically no matter how much he tried to keep still.

“Fine,” you shrugged with a grin, “cum.”

“Oh, fuck—” Jisung choked out with a shiver as he suddenly did what he was told and came, right as you wrapped your lips around his cock. You hungrily swallowed down the hot load on your tongue, mostly to relish in how Jisung cried out as you would not let off his exhausted cock until he begged.

Still, you took your time helping Jisung come back down to earth when you’d had your fun. You gently unlocked the handcuffs still connecting him to the chair and massaged his wrist a little, even cracking the joint between Jisung’s thumb and his wrist that tended to lock up when he was tense. Jisung watched, dazed eyes heavily lidded as you softly kissed his palms and returned them to his lap. You stood now to stretch your knees back out after you pulled your jeans back on, stroking your sweet boy’s hair back from his forehead. He reflexively leaned forward, resting against your hip as he caught his breath. His hand absently ran up the back of your leg and you gently pushed him off as he reached the top of your thigh. While you loved those fleeting touches in the moment, you were starting to cross the threshold back into the real world.

“That was really good,” Jisung panted with a tired laugh, “but what now? Do you want to go get coffee or something?”

You couldn’t hold back your grin as you brushed your fingers back through Jisung’s hair and down to tip up his chin. He looked up at you, eyes shining as you dotingly used your sleeve to swipe at some of your juices still on his lip.

That’s what was so nice about Jisung. He always bounced back, even if he needed a minute first, or even if he needed twenty minutes in your arms watching animal videos. He was always mindful of you. He was attentive in the best ways. Most of all, though, he kept everything easy. It was easy to lay in Jisung’s bed like you found yourself later that afternoon, legs tangled together as you browsed on your phone and he played his guitar. It was easy to order coffee because you both liked iced americanos. It was easy to go shopping or study together because he knew when to make suggestions and when to take them. Most of all, though, it was easy to do this because Jisung didn’t put any pressure on you to put any label on this other than friendship, and the boys didn’t know your little secret. At least, you were sure they didn’t. Felix did clear the room whenever you came over, but you were thinking it had more to do with how their shared bedroom in the old house was small enough that anyone else in there would make it stuffy and unbearable fairly quick. Minho was regularly waggling his eyebrows at you, but he also managed to keep his nose in his own business on principle, and that just contributed to how easy this was. The rest of the boys really didn’t give any signs of knowing whatsoever, and that kept the status quo to your liking. You didn’t hold hands, you didn’t kiss outside of sex, and you didn’t stay the night. There wasn’t any confusion. This was easy.

You had somehow ended up reclining with your head on Jisung’s thigh when your phone buzzed, notifying you that your food had been delivered downstairs. The plan had originally been to go get some takeout, but the prospect of just hanging out inside was so much more enticing. You nudged Jisung’s knee as he lazily strummed his guitar, a hobby of his that you couldn’t let yourself get too invested in. Getting interested in Jisung’s playing meant it wouldn’t be long before you wondered if he ever thought of you while he played.

“Go get the food,” you playfully whined. Jisung pinched your earlobe until you swatted him off.

“You jerk,” he accused, “was that an order?”

“Go get the food, please.”

“Not in a million years,” Jisung shook his head, “I’m still distraught over telling the barista ‘You, too,’ when she told me to enjoy my coffee.”

“Fine, your majesty,” you dramatically conceded as you slid off the bed and jogged down the stairs. The doorknob rattled right as you reached for it, startling you. You sighed out a laugh as Chan opened the door, your food in hand.

“Met the delivery guy,” he grinned, “I hope you tipped him.”

“You’re back early,” you observed thoughtfully. Normally Chan wouldn’t be expected for another few hours.

“Oh, should I leave and come back at my usual time?” Chris quipped and made to step back out the door. “I can just take this with me.”

“No no!” You exclaimed with a giggle as you wrestled the bag of food out of his hands. Chan dropped his work bag on the couch and followed you into the kitchen as you grabbed some utensils. He hung out at the doorway of the kitchen, taking a drink from his hefty metal water bottle while he watched you grab a couple beers out of the fridge. You rifled through the drawers for a bottle opener, grumbling as all you kept coming up with was an inordinate amount of bottle caps. Chan walked up, careful not to sneak up behind you and wordlessly stretching out a hand and offering to open the drinks for you. He capped his water bottle, took one beer from you, and wedged the cap under the lip of the metal vessel to snap off the bottle cap. You were impressed as he repeated the maneuver with the other beer. He proudly smiled and took a drink of it himself, coughing out a laugh as you punched his arm. “That wasn’t for you, you pig!”

“It’s my fee!” Chan snickered while he set down the bottle and retrieved a new beer to open it for you. “How’ve you been?”

“Good,” you smiled. “Just hanging out with Jisung upstairs. What’re you going to do with all this extra time in your day?”

“Not sure yet,” Chan shrugged before he brightened up, apparently having an idea. “You want to hang out when you’re done hanging out with Jisung? We haven’t gone out in forever, just the two of us.”

“You don’t mean tonight, do you?” You asked curiously. “We’re all heading out to karaoke once Min gets off work and Changbin gets out of his late class, remember?”

“That was today?” Chan asked in bewilderment. “What day is it?”

“Thursday,” you smirked as you patted his shoulder. “You’re coming out, right?”

“Of course!” Chan assured you. “I could use some company and a nice time. But we should hang out one of these days.”

“For sure,” you grinned, picking up your bottles and food and heading back up the creaky staircase to Jisung’s room.

Later that evening, Jisung sat across from you at your table at the karaoke bar. Thankfully, you agreed that always sitting next to each other was weird, and this way Minho could gossip in your ear under the noise or the bar and make fun of other patrons as usual. Right now, however, he had his sights firmly set on making you miserable.

“Jisung looks cute tonight,” Minho spoke in your ear, “did you pick out that hat for him?”

“I did,” you nodded as you sipped your beer, “what about it?”

Jisung perked up. “What? I heard my name.”

“I was admiring your hat,” Minho grinned his Cheshire grin.

“Oh. Thanks!” Jisung nodded and raised his glass in acknowledgment before going back to flicking through his phone. The others were up by the stage, cheering on Changbin as he’d had just enough drinks to start singing ballads. Minho, however, stayed right by your side.

“You’ve been hanging out together a lot lately. Something I should know?”

“Nope,” you shook your head emphatically. “We just like hanging out together.”

“Gotcha,” Minho nodded in ardent understanding. “So Jisung won’t care if I just—“ You jolted as Minho boldly wrapped an arm around your shoulder and leaned in, challenging you with his eyebrow raised.

“Nuh-uh,” you replied coolly, “because we just like hanging out together.”

Jisung caught your eye, raising his own eyebrow and putting his face back in his phone. As Minho continued to tease and bother you, talking right in your ear as he held you close, Jisung kept his nose in his screen. Finally, a commotion approached as the boys came to the table.

Chan grabbed your hand to pull you away. “You’ve just been watching all night! Come sing with me.”

“I’m waiting on some food,” you made a quick excuse, and Minho knew it. Before he could out you, you put his glass back in his hand and pushed it to his mouth. “Besides, Minho’s been wanting to join you!”

Minho choked on his beer as he was about to call you out, but you clutched his face in both hands and held him still so you could plant a sloppy, wet kiss on his cheek and wish him luck. Predictably, Minho was so grossed out by the gesture that he instantly relinquished you, and the boys quickly extracted him from his chair and herded him towards the stage. Chan nearly stayed behind, but Minho reached back, snatching his sleeve and pulling him along.

You found yourself alone with Jisung at the table, feeling weirdly similar to the first night you’d really met. Jisung sighed, got up, and grabbed your empty glasses to get a new round without saying a word. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, playing with the damp cardboard coaster in front of you as you waited. What was with the weird look Jisung gave you? Minho played with you like that all the time. Out of all your friends, you were most physically “affectionate” with him, except for maybe Chan back when he wasn’t always working. As for Chan, what was with the weird looks he’d been giving you, too? He didn’t look any more stressed or tired than usual. In fact, Chan looked great. He actually changed clothes to come out, ditching his necktie and oxfords for his much comfier preference of a dark hoodie and some sneakers. It almost made you wistful, remembering going out for junk food when he first got his shitty car, or staying up late together and helping him with his graduation projects. But in the end he landed a great job, and he found a great house to rent with his friends. Maybe he worked too much, but that wasn’t much of a problem. The only problem right now was the weird look he was giving you tonight. Honestly, you were more than likely overthinking it. Chan was always too busy, even when you first met and you had to make excuses to hang out while studying. He was probably just feeling cooped up at work and feeling a little wistful himself.

Jisung cleared his throat as he set a fresh beer in front of you. For once in his life, he looked thoroughly annoyed. You tugged on his sleeve, which he promptly pulled away.

“What’s up with you?”

“It’s nothing,” Jisung shook his head. He put on a good smile until you sighed as he sat back down. Thinking playfully, you kicked up a foot onto his chair from under the table, landing right between his legs and barely resting against his crotch.

“Tell me what’s up,” you tried again, now as you teasingly tapped the sole of your shoe against him. Jisung covered up his full shiver by pretending to crack his neck.

“Fine,” he sighed, “you’re not as quiet as you think you are. What’s up with you and Minho?”

“Gross,” you laughed, “me and Minho? There’s nothing up with us. He was giving me a hard time because you and I hang out so much.”

“Right. About that.” Jisung took a deep breath and exhaled hard through his nose. A thud reverberated through you where your heart sank. You knew that look. You nearly pulled your foot away, but he held onto your ankle. “I haven’t asked yet, but what exactly are we? We don’t hold hands, we don’t kiss outside of… well, you know. You’re having a good time, right?”

“Me? Of course,” you nodded emphatically. “This is great, and that’s why I haven’t wanted to name this. Isn’t this fun?”

“Of course it’s fun,” Jisung nodded as well. “Is that why you haven’t wanted to tell the guys?”

“Well, yeah,” you admitted, “we’re always in each other’s business. I know for a fact Seungmin has a crush on the girl working in the student cafe because I’ve seen him there six times in the last three days. Changbin is desperately trying not to fail two of his classes while juggling his internship so he can graduate on time. Jeongin didn’t make the tennis team because he slept in because he was up studying the night before. Everyone knows everyone’s business, and you and I… it’s between you and I.”

“Can you and I be You and I, then?” Jisung asked suddenly. “It can still be between us.”

“Why do you want to?” You asked defensively. The thought of opening up like that with Jisung was terrifying, honestly. You hadn’t been in a “real” relationship in ages, and the closest you’d gotten since then was whatever three ring circus you and Chan had going on, and look where that had gotten you. This was easy. It needed to stay easy.

“Uh,” Jisung floundered. For some reason, he didn’t seem to predict needing to explain himself. Nevertheless he sat up straight, his hand still on your ankle as he played with your shoelaces. “I want to because I really like you,” he said with determination. “You’re pretty and you’re a great friend and you’re fun to be around. When we fool around I still want to hang out after. I want to hang out with you all the time, actually.”

Your face heated up tremendously at Jisung’s words, but it made you want to back up, not come closer. He looked like he meant it and you recoiled at the thought. You wanted Jisung, you wanted him like crazy, but you had so much on your mind. Graduation was coming up, work was work, and the lease on your apartment was ending in the summer. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to move after graduation. Choosing to stick by Jisung just sounded like it would complicate everything, and that wasn’t even taking feelings into account. This wasn’t even to say how satisfying fooling around with Jisung was. It was mutually attentive, mutually gratifying, and easy. He loved the way you were in charge and you loved being in charge. But who would be in charge in a relationship? Being together would complicate things, more likely than not.

“I—“ you stammered, eyes glued to the foam on top of your beer. “I need to think about it.”

“Maybe I should’ve found that out before we started doing this on a regular basis,” Jisung sighed while shaking his head. He gently pushed your foot off his chair and got up, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets before he walked out.

For the first time since you met, Jisung left you on Read that night when you texted to see if he got home alright. The next morning in class, he refused to make eye contact with you as you turned in your latest draft with his suggestions in it, and you didn’t catch him anywhere on campus the rest of the day. The weekend didn’t look any more promising. It was driving you mad, sitting around your apartment and noticing Jisung clearly be online and elsewhere, clearly hanging out around Minho when you called him while you were taking a bath.

“Hey.”

“Have you seen Jisung?”

“Have I seen — What, do you want to-? No? — Yeah, I’ve seen him. He’s just busy.”

He was just openly avoiding you and it made you furious. It made you upset at how much you wanted him. It made you miss him and how nice it was to be around him. Most of all, though, it made you want to get his attention, see if any effort would catch his eye and open up an avenue to hash out some of these inconvenient feelings between you.

You felt petty as you regarded the dress you’d picked out on Monday. It was cute, something simple and short, but undeniably flattering. You tried to think of when you last wore the little skater dress, and marveled at the realization it had to have been ages ago, back when you were trying to catch someone else’s eye. Something had invariably changed since then, because you certainly didn’t have the patience for this as often anymore, but you felt invigorated as you sat down and put on a full face of makeup. Jisung already thought you were pretty without it, so maybe this would push him to make his opinions known. Maybe it could even make you express some of your own.

He certainly seemed to be considering something as he stared at you in class, apparent even from where he sat at the front of the lecture hall. You expected a sneaky text message, or maybe an IM, but in the end he got you in the one place that really let you know how he felt. He returned the drafts that had been turned in on Friday, and you flipped through the stack that had been passed down the aisle to find yours. Staring back at you was a litany of red pen brutalizing your draft, and a sticky note attached to the front of your bibliography. See me.

You waited for the lecture hall to empty and for Professor Brown to clear out before you gingerly opened the door at the front of the room. Jisung was slouched into his chair at the end of the hall, arms folded across his chest and looking clearly agitated. You took a deep breath as you approached him and set your bag down beside his desk, pumping yourself up to be open.

“So,” you carefully began, “was my paper always bad or were you just blowing off steam?”

“Blowing off steam,” Jisung admitted, eyes downcast as he kept finding himself staring at the hems of your knee socks.

“I do want you, I hope you know,” you explained, almost challenging yourself as much as you were challenging him. “I want you so much.”

“I know that much at least,” Jisung placated, and he finally slid his chair back from his desk to face you. You nodded seriously, taking the opportunity to reach for his hand on the armrest. His hand was warm in yours but he remained wary.

“I know you know,” you confirmed, and you stepped closer until you were standing between his knees. His fingers absently toyed with your socks, and you took the opportunity to sit on his lap. Jisung froze at the sudden gesture, and even more so as you affectionately stroked his hair away from his forehead. The feelings swirling around your head refused to come out, but damn it if he didn’t look so cute trying to focus. “I’ve missed you all weekend. Did you miss me?”

“Maybe I did,” he shrugged in an attempt to look nonchalant, trying not to intrepidly bounce his knee as you led his hand to the top of your socks. Regrettably, playing around seemed leagues easier than talking now.

“Did you think about me?” You prodded. The rapid beat of your heart eased as Jisung seemed to start melting his icy facade and he nodded again. Your chest welled with the force of your stroked ego; you’d successfully changed the subject and bought a fast track to forgiveness.

“Maybe I did,” he repeated, but his wandering eyes gave him away.

“Come on,” you pouted, “tell me.” Jisung bit at his lip before you shifted around, now straddling him in his chair, and his eyes widened as you wordlessly implored him.

“Why should I?” He struggled out, especially as you subtly rolled your hips against his. Jisung seemed to have finally wised up to your impulse, but now you wanted it, and you would try to get it.

“Because I thought about you,” you smiled softly, glad to be having a grip on the situation again. “I thought about you every night, and I was so lonely without you.”

“Right,” Jisung scoffed now, shaking all his temptation off and disgruntled as he herded you off his lap. “You know what? Prove it. Come out with me tonight. The guys will be there, but that’s exactly what you want, right? You want you and I to be a little secret?”

“Jisung,” you bristled, “you and I haven’t even agreed to be You and I.”

Jisung impatiently folded his arms. “Say no or come out with me tonight. Stop trying to fuck your way out of this if you actually care about me. This can be our little secret, but I won’t be your little power trip.”

You folded your arms as well, matching him in frustration as you considered what Jisung was proposing. If you went out with him that night, he might push you to confront some feelings you really didn’t want to. If you didn’t go out with him that night, however, you could see your friendship quickly dissolving. “Fine,” you huffed. “I’ll be at the bar tonight.”

What a terrible idea.

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Super Nova

Chapter 2: The Offer

A year after that encounter with Master Tarrek, Sayriel would find herself on a transport leaving the atmosphere of Yavin IV, all of her possessions fit into a backpack. She didn’t have much, so it didn’t take her but minutes to pack.

A grand total of 15 years had passed since that encounter now. A 32 year old Sayriel stood under a stream of hot water, the steam of her shower fogging up the refresher. She had been too tired to shower the night before, so she made a point to get up early and wash up. Dried blood and dirt flowed off her body and swirled down the drain. She had found herself thinking back to that conversation with Master Tarrek. She still had issues with meditation, but it was most likely because she didn’t practice it much anymore. There were some thoughts she didn’t want to confront and areas of her mind that she refused to explore. She briefly wondered if she had made the right decision regarding leaving the sect on Yavin IV. They were pushing you out more and more every day. They wanted you to leave, they were practically showing you to the door. She reminded herself as she turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her now clean body. She bent over the sink and twisted excess water out of her long, dark brown hair.

After finishing her morning routine, Sayriel got dressed and checked her datapad for any messages. She frowned when she noticed one new notification. She didn’t really feel like seeing him today, but he was often associated with credits, which she did feel like accumulating more of. She already had a job she needed to complete today, so his message would need to wait. She dressed in dark grey pants and a white shirt. She paired this with black boots that hugged her mid-calf securely. They had seen better days but they were sturdy and still did their job. The thick soles protected her from broken glass to semi-molten metals. Plus they were fun to kick people with when she needed to. She secured her blaster to the holster on her thigh and her lightsaber was securely hidden in a pocket on her pant leg. After downing some caf for breakfast, and left her small apartment. Corellia was still largely asleep, but some businesses were starting to open up. The sun was just beginning to show itself at the horizon.

She walked in the direction of the landing pads where her ship was parked and hopefully awaiting the shipment of it’s cargo. She passed a few businesses on her way, some still securely locked up and others being set up for the customers that would eventually arrive. She knew a couple of the shop owners, a few of the market vendors, and the guy who ran the shipyard she used, but that was it. She didn’t want to be too known. Besides, she didn’t know how long she’d call Corellia home. Once at the shipyard, she typed in her access code and the gate slide open slowly. She found her ship on pad D4 and sure enough there was a Twi’lek male waiting for her with a stack of crates and a service droid. Sayriel smirked, at least he was on time this morning.

“Is this my shipment of Burra fish?” She inquired once she was closer in range.

“Yup, packed with the industrial ice packs as requested.” The Twi’lek responded. “I just need you to sign for them and I’ll have my droid load them onto your ship.” The vendor gestured to her Allanar N3 freighter, The Revenge. Sayriel took the datapad he held out for her and inspected the manifest and then opened one of the crates. Sure enough the fillets lay neatly wrapped surrounded by plenty of the industrial-grade ice packs. She checked all 10 crates and was pleased with all of them. She signed for the shipment and the Twi’lek’s droid set to work loading them onto her ship.

“So where are all these crates going?” The Twi’lek asked, making small talk. Sayriel hated small talk.

“Somewhere.” She replied with a “that’s all you need to know” smile. The man took the hint and didn’t try to continue the conversation.

Once the crates were securely loaded, Sayriel settled herself into the pilot’s seat and started her ship up. Within moments she was soaring through the atmosphere of Corellia and soon after that she was out among the stars. It was her favorite place to be truthfully. After a few calculations, she jumped to hyperspace and settled in for the two hour journey. She decided to try her hand at meditation again, closing her eyes and slowing her breathing. A quick series of beeps jolted her awake, it was time to drop out of hyperspace. She must’ve fallen asleep during her attempted meditation. Honestly that wouldn’t be the first time that has happened. Nar Shaddaa loomed in her viewport and Sayr piloted her way through the atmosphere to Wormstew Town. She had always wondered how that place got its name, but felt that she didn’t want to truly know the answer.

“This is Nova, I’m in route to Wormstew with your shipment of Burra fillets.” She commed her contact’s frequency. There was a crackle of static and then a reply for her to land on platform C5. She did as instructed and disembarked once she landed. She was met by a human male and a Rodian with a datapad. The Rodian scanned the cargo once it was unloaded and gave a nod to his human counterpart

“Looks like everything is in order,” the man said, lifting the lids on each crate and inspecting the contents. He pulled out of the ice packs and held it between his hands. “The hospital will be most pleased with this generous donation from your benefactor. Now if you come with me, I’ll get your delivery fee sorted.” He added, gesturing for Sayr to follow him to a small building near the platforms. The man tossed the industrial-grade ice pack from hand to hand casually.

Upon entering the small building, which was essentially 4 walls, a ceiling, and a desk, Sayr was greeted by a female Twi’lek. She was dressed in hospital garb, but Sayr could spot the outline of a blaster under her white coat. The man handed the woman the ice pack, who then carefully opened it along one edge. She took a test strip out of her coat pocket and dipped it into the substance that was starting to soften. The test strip emerged blue and the woman smiled.

“The bacta is still viable. This will help immensely. The Hutts have cornered the market on this stuff and are charging much more than we can ever afford.” The woman explained. Sayr found it disgusting how one life form could withhold live-saving equipment or substances from another. Bacta was an essential hospital tool and to charge an insane amount of credits for it just because they can was monstrous. This shipment of about 240 total frozen Bacta packs wasn’t a lot but at least they’ll be able to have some at the hospital here and send some to the smaller clinics they were affiliated with. She felt good participating with these causes, as she felt it helped balance out the unpleasant ones that also found their way into her calendar.

The credit transfer took place and Sayr took her leave of the pair, passing by the crates on their way to the hospital. She noted a male Zabrak leaning against the edge of her ship, she knew who he was. As she got closer she could make out the stupid smile on his stupid face. She had hoped he would’ve waited for her to answer his earlier message, but no. He felt the need to follow her here instead.

“What do you want Varex?” She asked with a weary tone. The Zabrak pushed himself off the side of her ship and scrambled up onto the loading ramp to block her way. Sayr tried to side-step him and he moved to match her. She stopped and gave him a glare.

“I just want 15 minutes of your time. I have an offer that I think you’ll be interested in.” Varex said, he sounded excited but that could just be a ploy to get her to agree.

“And what if I say no?” She countered, trying to side step him. He moved to still block her.

“Then I’ll follow you until you say yes.” He replied, Sayr knew he was serious and gave a weary sigh. She didn’t have any other job lined up right now anyways. She didn’t have to say anything, the look she gave the Zabrak pirate told him she agreed.

“Great!” He jumped off the edge of the landing ramp and back onto the platform. Sayriel made sure her ship was secured tightly and followed the pirate into town.

She followed him to a cantina fittingly dubbed The Wormhole. They walked through the small crowd at the front and settled in a back booth. A waitress came over and gave them both menus and said she’d be back in a bit to take their orders. Sayr folded her arms on the table top in front of her as Varex made himself comfortable in the seat across from her.

“So, it’s been a couple months.” He noted, Sayriel smirked.

“Is this a business proposition or a catching up meeting? Because time started when we walked through that door. You have 12 minutes left.” Sayr responded, sitting back and crossing her arms across her chest. She wasn’t interested in talking about the “old days” or what she had “been up to”. The Zabrak raises his hands in mock surrender and was about to get down to business when the waitress returned. Varex ordered the house-made Ale and Sayr got herself a Sparkling Stardust. Their drinks arrived quickly and Sayr took a sip of the sweet glittery drink. Varex shook his head amusedly.

“What?” Sayriel asked with a raised eyebrow, “a woman like myself can’t enjoy a girly drink?” She added with a teasing smirk.

“It’s just odd to see a woman like you sipping a glittery drink, I’ve seen you do some very unladylike things.” Varex explained, Sayriel shrugged in acknowledgement. The Zabrak then got down to the reason why he had followed her to Nar Shaddaa.

“A collector on Coruscant contacted me with a very intriguing job opportunity. He is a purveyor of ancient artifacts and has heard of some items of a Force-like nature hidden in caches on a few different planets.” Varex began. Sayr narrowed her eyes at the term “Force-like”. She had a feeling she knew why Varex had contacted her.

“What are these items of a Force-like nature?” She asked, eyes still narrowed at Varex. The Zabrak looked around to make sure no one was paying too much attention.

“I can’t say here, but I can tell you that they’re very old and very valuable.” Varex said, leaning forward. Sayriel stayed with her back against her booth seat. She wore an unimpressed expression on her face.

“What are they? Master Yoda’s bedtime slippers?” Sayriel asked sarcastically. Varex gave her a confused look in return.

“I don’t know who that is…but you can’t wear these I don’t think.” Varex replied, Sayriel rolled her eyes and leaned forward.

“So are you asking me because you value my company and think I make a wonderful work partner? Or is it because I have some tricks that will make these things very easy for you to find?” Varex didn’t hesitate with this reply.

“Both, but mainly the second thing.” Sayriel frowned and leaned back in her booth again, Varex quickly adding, “but also the first thing. You are a delight to have on the ship.” Sayriel held his gaze for a couple beats more and then turned her attention to her drink. She did appreciate his honesty and she did find his offer interesting. He drank his ale quickly and waited for her to finish her drink, which didn’t take long. Sparkling Stardust was always served in a small, delicate, wide-rimmed glass. But it was worth it.

“Okay fine, what the kriff. You were right, this sounds interesting.” She answered, Varex smiling in relief. Her joining his crew, even if on a temp basis, would make this mission so much easier. The two left the cantina, Varex paying for Sayriel’s drink on the way out. Varex gave Sayriel the coordinates to the current safe house. They both then parted ways and Sayriel found herself back out in space, surrounded by stars and silence.

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Day 41

100 Days of 100 Prompts

Season 2 finale

Bellamy offers to go with Clarke and shes tempted to let him but he doesn’t know everything she’s done yet. So she tells him about TonDC. And he steps back from her. ‘What?’ She tries to explain why she did it but all he can picture is his sister dying and he shakes his head. She steps towards him but he jerks back and her face crumples for a moment before she tries to pull herself back together and nods. She had expected this. It’s why she told him first. So she takes a deep breath and tries to apologise and then leaves. Heartbroken and believing she’s a monster.

Bellamy takes a few days to come around, talks to the others about it. He’s angry. But he fees guilty for letting her go with things between them like that. He tries to ignore it and move on. Then he sees her captured and being dragged off and races through an Azgeda army to get to her.

Clarke begs Roan for his life. Offers up her own in return. Says she won’t even fight him. Roan spares him and stabs his leg and Bellamy is still reeling from the emotional shock of the whole thing. He knew she cared but he hadn’t realised how much.

It’s another month before they are called to polis. As soon as he hears Clarke is there he insists on going. Maybe at this point he breaks up with Gina because she thinks he’s a little too obsessed with Clarke and told him he could either stay with her or go and not come back to her. But of course he is loyal to his friends first and foremost and resigns himself to leaving her. Because she should have known better than to make him choose.

Clarke is in full Wanheda mode though. She barely acknowledges him. Roan expresses his amusement about this and tells him it’s because of Lexa. She’s the one who told Clarke that Love is Weakness. And of course his mind flashes back to when she agreed to send him into the mountain. When he asked, she said she was being weak. So he figures that she doesn’t want to show any other grounders her weakness. But he does manage to snatch her later and drag her off.

So they finally have a moment to have it all out. Clarke has her guard up because she still thinks that he sees her as a monster. But Bellamy doesn’t. He just wants her to come home. But she doesn’t think she has a home. Her mother thinks shes a monster too. Told her to remember they were the good guys and then said that maybe there were no good guys. She implied that they were all monsters. She can’t think of a single person who would want her there. Jasper, Octavia, Bellamy himself. Hell, Raven is probably mad at her too for something.

But he tells her that HE wants her there. He misses her and wants her to come home and heal and be happy. She cries and says she doesn’t know if she can ever be happy again. It’s been four months but she left with their reactions to her fresh in her mind and being reinforced by the grounders nickname for her. She is a symbol of death now.

Bellamy reminds her that death and life are just two sides of the same coin. There is rebirth. It’s all connected. He tells her the myths (because I’m sure there are plenty) and gives her hope. Tells her she can make new life and change her image.

Perhaps he’s thinking of new life as a metaphor, perhaps not. But she looks up at him and asks, ‘A baby?’ and her eyes are so full of hope and longing that he says yes. But her eyes cloud back over, because who is going to want to build a life, have a baby, with Wanheda?

Bellamy says he would but she just scoffs at him. Knows he’s just saying that to make her feel better. Tells him she wasn’t fishing for an offer and she wouldn’t hold him back or tie him down to her. She’s not worth it and he deserves so much better. But at that point he snaps. Because to him she is worth everything. The woman who would do anything for those she loved, loyal, headstrong, stubborn, fierce, caring, compassionate, smart, beautiful. How could anyone not love her and want her? She was so much more than just Wanheda. She’s the girl who tried to help everyone. The one with the strength to do what was necessary.

She is floored. Because it sounds like he’s in love with her and she doesn’t understand how that is possible. In her eyes, Bellamy is the one who saved her not the other way around. He did what he had to do to get on the dropship on the off chance that the ground was survivable so he could protect his sister. He is all the things he thinks she is. He’s the one who brought the kids together and formed a camp.

But even though he gets her to believe that he cares for her she doesn’t know if he actually forgives her because she can’t forgive herself yet. And she knows he can’t speak for the others. So he offers to stay. With her. Wherever she goes, he goes from now on. He’ll be there to remind her that she isn’t a monster and there is at least one person in this world who still sees her as just Clarke. A girl. And loves her for herself.

She cries but can see how stubborn he is going to be about this and doesn’t fight him on it. She lets him heal her. They bring Skaikru in as the 13th clan and she leaves to wander. She tells Lexa that she won’t be tied down or held back because of a title and politics and she can spin it however she likes to the coalition.

Her and Bellamy head south and learn about the other clans. They settle in Broad leaf territory for a while and make friends. They learn about Luna and her philosophy. They don’t agree with it because as tired as they are of fighting, some things are worth fighting for. They wander back up through Shallow valley and maybe settle there for a while.

They stay close as they travel, sleep together and eat together and cuddle and everyone thinks they ARE together. It doesn’t take long for one of them to make a move, a brush of lips in the middle of the night, leads to a brush of lips during the day and they reaffirm one another's feelings. They don’t label it as anything other than together. Partners.

Eventually she falls pregnant. Bellamy is excited but terrified and insists they head home now. He wants the Skaikru tech and medicine for this delivery. Clarke feels the same and is better now anyway. The only worry she has left is how they’ll react to her after so long away. If they are still mad at her for the mountain or taking Bellamy from them (which makes him laugh because she didn’t TAKE him from anyone. He’s a person and made his own choice) But it’s been a year now. Clarke is almost 20 while Bellamy is 25. They consider themselves married at this point. Maybe they use the grounder term Chosen for it though since they’ve been living like grounders for so long. (which isn’t canon but might as well be as far as I’m concerned lol)

Arkadia’s gates are open when they get there. There are still guards posted and on patrol but it remains open like the grounder villages. There are a few grounders there as well on a trading trip. The center of the village appears like a mini market. There are cabins and metal structures dotting the landscape around the main area. Clarke and Bellamy are thought to be another grounder couple come to the Skaikru market and people keep trying to sell them things. Perhaps it’s such a hub of activity right now for the novelty of things from the sky. Skaikru is strange and different so the grounders are intrigued. The other clans have a regular trade schedule already based on their location and specialties.

But someone finally recognizes them. And the news spreads. Soon they are surrounded by whats left of the 100 and Abby is running out to them. Perhaps it took them a while to make it back though, Bellamy wanting the journey to be as easy as possible on Clarke. So she’s maybe five or six months along and has a bit of a belly to show for it. (I figure she might have been 2 or 3 months when they realised she was pregnant and started heading back)

So Bellamy has been able to block the most crushing and enthusiastic hugs from Clarke but her mothers tries to hug her and jumps back to stare in shock as Clarke moves the draping shawls to show off her belly thats stretching the top she’s wearing. Everyone is happy for them. Octavia isn’t there but they’ll have someone go get her from Trikru soon. Her and Lincoln will be thrilled.

They build a home and have the baby and live HEA

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He lost all grip on reality, drifting away into the dark of his mind.

Prompt 42

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Unthreatening and unimportant to the guards downstairs mention of a delivery to the Stark Tower granted you easy access and straight up you went holding the manila folder in your hands that your fingers tapped against. The long ride ended with you exiting the lift straight into a main lobby across from a living room where you spotted the curious dark haired Prince now looking up from his book resting in his palm that snapped shut in his rise to his feet. Far from a stranger to him he showed no uncertainty as to who you were or who you would be here to see. He left his book aside drawing the eye of the now publicly well known Wanda cuddled up next to Vision. The pair watching as the Prince approached you looking you over approvingly in your slightly more formal appearance over the usual waitress uniform he equated you with in all his daydreams.

Softly he stated hoping to not be overheard, “Miss Pear, this is a surprise.”

Instantly in a huff your brows furrowed making his brows twitch inwards in confusion at your seemingly rehearsed firm statement of, “I’m here to talk to your brother, his lady friend who I don’t know the name of, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.”

After a moment of confusion he replied seeing your expression was holding clearly hinting at your bubbling anger demanding to be vented. “My apologies but they will not return until tomorrow.”

“Oh,” you said wetting your lips as the duo on the couch now stood to cross to you, but you continued on, “I’m sorry for how I’m saying this to you but this is how I rehearsed it and I have to get it out before I lose my nerve.” He gave you a nod to continue on.

“Thanks to your brother and his friends and their stops into the diner I’ve been evicted from my apartment,” parting the Prince’s lips.

“In this envelope is a copy of every meal check they’ve skipped out on to go ‘save the planet’ and everything broken by your brother and his lady friend that got taken out of my paycheck! I was short on rent for the past three months and even with extra shifts I couldn’t cover the daily fees added until it was paid off so I got kicked out. And when I asked my boss if they could give me a bump on a check to get funds to help move to a new place they fired me. It’s copies of all the receipts including price for all the missed rent, fees, moving truck and a storage place with six months wages compensation because I wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for those jackasses!”

You huffed and kindly handed him the packet now noticing his smirk while Wanda and Vision processed all you had said about their friends. “I mean you can’t really be the only person on the planet from Asgard who understands how to behave in public dining settings and manners towards people working in service. I highly doubt that but if it is I am truly sorry for how absurd your home planet must seem compared to our little planet.”

After a glance around the room you said, “Now if you’ll excuse me I have to get back to just make a lecture that will be on my midterm Friday. And I’m taking these.” You said taking Steve’s shield you slung over your shoulder before lifting Thor’s hammer off the hook he had left it on before their golfing weekend getaway. “As collateral, in the packet is a bank account they can wire the money into. They have three days or I’m selling these on eBay.” You shifted on your feet, “Oh, and if your brother and his lady friend try to pay me in some obscure relic, chandelier or painting from your planet I’m throwing his stupid hammer off a bridge, and no, I’m not going to tell him which one either! He’s just gonna have to check them all!”

Loki raised a finger, “One thing,” one of his doubles came out of Tony’s office holding an obscure wooden cube hiding the backup of Jarvis’ system he passed over to you along with a gym bag for the belongings to hide them in, “Take these. Should hasten things along.”

“Thank you,” You said earning a nod from him after shouldering the bag holding it all.

“Don’t mention it. Do let me know if you need help securing a new place to stay.”

You nodded and when the lift opened again you said as you entered it, “I also wouldn’t be against you hitting them with something in their sleep either. Just saying,” Making him chuckle and give you a wave in the doors closing before he turned back to the couch grinning unable to wait until the guys got back from their trip. Bought his book was left aside and he began to look again on his tablet at the list of saved properties he had considered purchasing again.

Wanda glanced from the packet Vision had opened to check just how much funds the four had robbed you of and cost you in their carelessness. Turning to go back to the living room with Vision hovering behind her as if on a tether in her asking, “You gave her Tony’s statue? He never lets anyone touch that.”

“For good reason,” Loki replied expanding one of the listings he had taken the most interest in for himself and your own needs.

“The guys will not take this well you handing over their goods to a woman you have taken a liking to.”

To which Loki replied, “I am in love with her, there is a difference, and those four have left her unemployed and homeless.”

Wanda nodded and said, “Fair enough.” Turning to join Vision in looking at the itemized receipts and fee list with labeled copies of receipts on sheets behind the main list page. The staggering amount had Wanda’s hands turning read and storming off, “I’m shrinking and hiding all their things! She didn’t take nearly enough of their things!”

Vision stated in leaving the packet on the coffee table, “I will hide the car collection.” Flying off to the garage through the building floor and the several before he reached the vast garage.

Loki couldn’t spend too long lingering on the thought of what you would experience knowing he felt too strongly for you. Surely it would be his end. If he didn’t others would only see him as he lost all grip on reality, drifting away into the dark of his mind. No, he would focus on finding a suitable home he could present to you to start your future possibly down the hall from him, if not closer. Certain that not a moment could be lost the full price was transferred and paperwork signed. With keys in hand for the apartment while his doubles were out to purchase his furniture for his room and study he stood waiting, outside your classroom in the breezeway. And after a bit of sleuthing, or simply teleporting outside the door separating him from the ‘cool keychain’ he had given you for your birthday hiding a traditional Asgardian Coupling stone. That matching the one he kept on his person always to know if you were in danger also enabling you to be brought by Heimdall through the Bifrost if you had been in danger for sanctuary.

The clock chimed at the hour marker and out your classmates flowed with you adorably at the rear fumbling your books back into your schoolbag. A dropped notepad was caught and when your eyes rose to meet that of the man who had caught in you grinned curiously at the Prince, “Loki? What are you doing here?”

Offering you a key he said, “I have an apartment, a duplex really. I would like to offer a place for you to move into.”

“But, it’s your apartment. I thought you wanted to get out yourself, don’t waste it on me.”

“It is no waste. Besides, I am offering you half of the duplex.”

“Oh,” you said brushing your hair back behind your ear anxiously blushing faintly, “Like, together, so we’d be-,”

“Sharing it, yes. It is ready to move in today if you have not secured housing.”

“Well, I, was just going to sleep, in my car.”

“Absolutely not. That is unacceptable you cannot rest adequately in your car.” His eyes looked over your face then he said a bit softer in hopes of goading you to accepting his offer, “Should you not have any more classes might you agree to inspect the building?”

“I, sure.” His hand extended and your lips parted triggering your dig into your pocket to bring out your car key you left in his palm then joined him for the walk to the parking lot.

Within the hour a snap of his fingers had your storage locker emptied fully into your half of the duplex with furniture assembling itself and things heading for their new homes around you while the paperwork was burned and your funds refunded in the system that erased you right after having done so. From your car the essentials were floated in next and unable to look at the kind Prince you carried your bag of collateral to the table behind your couch in the living room. The sudden opening of the front door had your eyes snap up to spot five doubles strolling in with shrunken furniture floating behind them carrying them to Loki’s delegated rooms with another carrying boxes of his clothes and books from his room in the tower.

In the silence Loki sat on your couch grinning as he inspected the decorations and furniture you had chosen fitting to his imagined style you chose to dwell in. Around the couch you walked and sat on the cushion beside him tangling your fingers together on your lap. With eyes fixed on your knees you asked, “Is this like a friends, roommate thing, or, not?”

From the painting on the wall his face turned to look you over and leaning in he scooted closer reaching out to brush your hair out of your face making your head turn and his chest clench in seeing the pinking of your eyes signaling tears were coming. “Not.”

“But, I,”

Trailing his curled fingers along your jaw he stated, “This will never happen again. I will ensure that the damages and costs are refunded to you. No one will do this again.”

After a sniffle you said, “Obviously not, I’ve been fired.”

Fully cupping your cheek to stroke a thumb across your cheek with a lovingly protective gaze he replied, “No matter your new profession, this will never happen again.”

Shifting your lips in thought your eyes sank and you said, “You’ve already moved my things in, but I can’t say when I could get a job again.”

“Good, focus on your studies.”

“But,”

“No buts, because once you get those degrees I could bring you to Asgard to intern there.” Your lips parted and he raised a finger on his free hand, “No arguments. As if I would allow this planet to squander a mind such as yours. Asgard has been a topic of interest and curiosity for many of our conversations, allow us to show you its wonders, and what we have to offer to further your studies. Besides, any able to wield Mjolner is welcome to citizenship on Asgard.”

“Wield what?” he chuckled lowly and you said, “You know what, I don’t want to know. That way if you take me I can deny it plausibly if that’s a bad thing to someone.”

Smirking to himself he purred, “I will order supper, you relax.”

Dinner led to a try for a film together leaving you snuggled across the couch sleeping soundly until a freak lightning storm surrounded Stark Tower was powerful enough to set off alarms two counties over where Loki’s double hushed your car alarm through a peek through the window. Smirking in his glance out into the distant lingering storm while you pulled your cuddle buddy by the wrist to your bed to continue your rest since it wouldn’t be arriving for a week.

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THE TAIL OF THE GHOST : Tales to Read AFTER the Lights Are OUT! : (1 part)

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THE TAIL OF THE GHOST

by De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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He awoke to the almost feathery sensation of tail hairs flirting softly across his face. Again. The soft, sweet voice of the young mare offered, “Up, Old Warrior! It is time for us to battle another night away!”

Opening one eye, the Old Warrior beheld two things. One, the young mare was right. The sun was setting. Time for him to get up and fry a few hay twists for breakfast.

The other was a bit more awkward to see. The young mare herself. Other than the fact that her mane and tail were darker than the fur that covered the rest of her, there was simply not much to be seen. Her outlines were slightly hazy and he could see the wall mount with his old battle honors and medals right through her.

Years ago, needing to reduce the size of a peacetime army, Master Sargent Warrin had been mustered out for his age and infirmity. Some Infirmity. True, he was missing the tip joint of his right wing. That had failed to slow him down any. Only dumb headquarters brass saw it as an infirmity.

When mustered out, Master Sargent Warrin had got from his forward post in the forest to Fort Everfree Edge faster than the overweight but “fit” pegasus Lieutenant that had delivered his Orders. The scene that followed had got “insolence” added to his mustering out Orders.

All that he had done, after all, was point out to Base Commander Morrgripe that the UNFIT pony that they were mustering out could out run, out fly and carry a heavier battle pack in the air or on foot than ANY officer in the Fort. That might have been bad enough, but the 950 golden bits that he had won while proving it, including a bet from the BC, had earned him the insolent tag.

Then the Prance border heated up a few years later. For the fourth time! They tried to get him to sign a forced reenlistment.

He had taken great pleasure in rubbing the Infirmity Muster Out in their faces! At that time he was employed flying express post for Princess Luna’s Royal Road Commission. AND had racked up SIX commendations for his swift deliveries!

He was smiling as he looked up at his second wall mount. The commendations for swift post and two of Luna’s Crescents for gallantry in dealing with deadly civil emergencies were in it.

The sweet little mare poked her head through the wall near the stove where he was seasoning his frying hay twists with assorted dried flower tops.

With not a care in the world, she walked on into the kitchen, hooves about 10 cm above the floor. “Smells lovely, Old Warrior. I wish that I could eat some along with you. That is something that I miss a lot.

“Until you came, ponies that stayed here at this old chateau were afraid of me. I just saw you smiling. Was it remembering your Insolence or was it the Fast Post Service that you were remembering?”

He looked up and offered her a small plate of his seasoned hay twist. “It was a little of all three things, Sweetie. The third being you, of course. Mostly you.

“Here, this plate is yours for now. If you cannot eat what I cooked for you, at least you can smell it and share breakfast with me that way.”

Her eyes twinkling, the little mare, Sweetie, sat. On the air. And sniffed appreciatively. He poured her a small cup of the strong Rom black tea that he favored. She smelled that too, a blissfully happy expression on her face.

He watched in fascination as she reached out a hoof and the day’s mail appeared in the same ghostly form as herself. When she took back her hoof, all of his day’s mail was solidly there on the table. She seemed to be pleased at his expression.

He sorted his mail and made a sour expression when he opened one with the Army Retirement Board seal on it. He brightened considerably at the contents of a different envelope It bore the seal of Chancery Court of Princess Luna’s Royal Road Commission.

“I have to go down to Everfree Town, Sweetie. I wish that you could come with me. I enjoy your company.”

She smiled like a conjurer doing a clever slight of hoof trick. “I can. I have followed you to your garden that is in the glen. Because it was daylight, you could not see me but I was there. I am hard to see in bright lamplight too. That does not stop me from seeing you, only you from seeing me.”

“I thought that you were haunting this chateau.”

“I was. Then you came. You were not afraid of me. You even started waking at sunset and spending the night awake, just so that you could see me and talk to me.

“It took some time for me to learn how to talk to you so that you could hear me. Nobody else can hear me at all. I love being able to talk to you. The stories that you tell me of your adventures are endlessly fascinating. I especially like the one about your meeting Princess Luna on the Prance frontier.”

The ex Master Sargent Warrin grinned! “You learned how to move real things and that led you to writing too! I must say that I admire your determination. I would have loved to have you in a platoon of mine!

“Now, let’s go to Equesrian National Bank and try to settle this business!”

Sweetie smiled happily, “I love going out with you! What is Equestrian National Bank?”

Bemused, the old warrior paused in the doorway and looked over at Sweetie, who was simply strolling through the wall of the chateau. There was no porch under her but she did not seem to notice that.

He mused, “Forgot how long ago you died, Sweetie. A bank is a business that takes money from many ponies and then loans it out to businesses, farms and home buyers. They make money off of the loans and then share some of what they make with the ponies they got the money from.

“Usually, everypony sort of wins. While they hold my money, they keep track of how much I have and add on my share of what they earn with it.”

Sweetie had no wings but she easily kept pace with him, seeming to trot along like a pegasus on a well made cloud. Except, of course, there was no cloud!

With a luminous smile she explained, “I have managed to change from haunting the chateau to haunting YOU! That means that I HAVE to stay close! That makes it easy to keep up. The magic of haunting and all of that.”

He flew with happy strokes of powerful wings. She trotted ahead and flirted her ghostly tail in his face sometimes! It made him get a goofy smile on his face every time that she did it. He spiraled down to the Equestrian National Bank and walked in.

He requested a meeting with Mister Horshiz, the branch Vice President of Operations. Instead of having to wait, Mister Horshiz, a really sour gray maned red pony, demanded, “There you are, Warrin! Why are you six days late on the rent for the Royalmont Chateau? You owe us 1500 golden bits plus six days of penalties!”

Warrin looked askance at him. “Not possible. I was PURCHASING the chateau from Princess Luna, who owned it. There is a title deed transfer that my agent told me has been delayed. My making the purchase was the Princess’ idea.”

“I have the DEED right here!”

Horshiz held out a blue scrolled edge document. Warrin’s battle trained reflexes snatched it faster that Horshiz could pull it back. His eyebrows rose at what he saw.

In a saccharine voice he asked, “Where is the original? This is a Chancery Copy and it has been altered. The Royal Seal is a copy, not an original, as required by Crowns Law.”

“That is a trivial detail! Pay the past due rent and penalties or be evicted at once!” Horshiz demanded.

Sweetie’s voice caught Warrin’s attention. “Keep him talking love of mine. I see some very interesting things in this file on his desk!”

Warrin grinned like a shark seeing a helpless swimmer. “When Princess Luna’s personal property deed was so severely delayed in transfer, I wrote to her.”

He held up his envelope with the seal of the Royal Road Chancery Court on it. He read, “Dear Master Sargent (Ret.) Warrin: It is with great pleasure that I enclose your latest Royal Road Fast Post Commendation for assistance in the recent Dappleton Grist Mill dam failure.

“In spite of your Retirement from our Postal Service, your heroic over flight in thunderstorm weather and precise damage assessments made all of the difference for some hundreds of our subjects.

“In response to your request for an audit of the title problem concerning the Royalmont Chateau, I have disturbing news. The Title Deed was sent to the Everfree Town branch of Equestrian National Bank to have the deed transfer to you notarized and the transfer registered.

“Celestia and I jointly agreed, after the Dappleton disaster, to gift the Chateau to you for your many services to our Realm. Along with the deed, all needful fees and a full refund of all the monies that you have paid were sent to the Bank.

“The deed, fees and refund were directly stolen. A Royal Audit has shown other irregularities concerning your accounts at the Everfree EQNB. Among these, your retirement payments from both Our Army and the Royal Road Post System have subverted. The direct golden transfers on the Royal Treasury are being made to Everfree EQNB. They are issuing DRAFTS, which they fail to pay until thirty days have passed, giving them unlawful access to the use of your honorable retirement funds.

“The whole scheme has been directly traced to General Morrgripe of Fort Everfree, who appears to have a grudge against you concerning how your took your Muster Out. Something about losing a bet.

“I may add that due to My personal friendship, stemming from your heroic shielding of my person with your body during a surprise attack by Prance forces, it was my request that you be kept in our Royal Armored Pegassi. However, in the end, such decisions do properly belong to the Base Commander. Then Colonel Morrgripe ordered you Mustered Out.

“I will never forget that you lost your right wing tip when protecting me during the Third Prance Incursion.

“Both General Morrgripe and Branch Vice President Horshiz have been summoned to Our Royal Court to answer charges Under Our Royal Wing, concerning the theft of My personal property and gift. They must also face the subversion of our Royal Retirement System.

“Please find enclosed a fully transferred Title Deed formally Sealed by both my sister Celestia and I. This Deed supersedes any previous documents and is already Registered in all of the appropriate Courts of Law.

“I remain your loyal friend, Princess Luna.”

While Warrin was reading, he noticed with amusement that he could, just barely, see Sweetie. She was laying her hoof on documents from the file on Horshiz’s desk. Like when she picked up his mail at home, the documents faded slowly away while Sweetie grinned.

For his ears alone, she said, “We called them Sharing Associations when I was alive. Losing needed documents is still a favorite ploy, I see. He is losing some that he will wish that he still had!”

Warrin grinned even more widely. He held up his copy of the Chateau’s deed. “You are effectively dead, except that you will be working on the Royal Roads! This one is ALREADY registered by the direct order of BOTH Princesses.

“I was coming to let you know that both the payment by draft and the Deed issues had been taken care of. I was going to let you off the hook on all of this and shaft General Morrgripe, whom I do detest.

“Unfortunately, you just had to try to extort a rent from me for a property that I own outright as a Royal gift.”

Sweetie strolled through Horshiz’s desk and laid her hoof just above Warrin’s lap. A number of documents faded into existence in his lap.

She hugged him, which felt like being surrounded by the softest of feathers.

Whispering in Warrin’s ear, she said, “Come, my love, let us go to our home and leave this pony to his fate.”

Agreeing, Warrin stood, folding the documents into his shoulder pouch. He turned to the stunned Horshiz, “I would love to see you try to claim either rent or eviction. The first thing that the court will do is look to see who owns the property. The Registry will show that it is ME. That will make you prima facie guilty of fraud. You know it, too.

“A pleasant evening to you.”

He stopped by the Police Station and delivered the documents that Sweetie had purloined. He explained, “These are part of the evidence in a case Under the Royal Wing.”

He produced his letter from Princess Luna. The desk pony checked his Wants, Warrants, and Summonses file to confirm the Royal Summons and took the documents, saying, “I will be see to getting these forwarded to the Royal Road Chancery Court.” Shaking his head in disbelief he added, “Stealing from Princess Luna? Not a wise thing to do!”

Warrin’s flight home to the Chateau was in no way hindered by Sweetie getting in front of him and flirting her tail in his face from time to time.

~THE END~

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fantasiesescape · 5 years

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Cookies with Eva

The sounds of the Tower trying in vain to pull Diana’s attention from the vast sky, dotted with snowflakes as they lazily danced to their resting place. Passing conversations, yelps and cries of victory as the “whump” of snowballs found or missed their targets. A few people had tried to speak to her, to wish her “Happy Dawning”, and she had successfully ignored them into leaving her be. Only one showed concern for her out of ordinary eccentricity, Shaxx had tried to convince her to her feet or at the very least to sit up and look at him properly rather than lying on the ground above the Eververse shop. He had been the only one Diana had not been successful at ignoring.

“I’m fine, Shaxx.” She told him flatly, looking blankly up into the orange and white helmet.

“I would believe it if you were running about and trying to hit someone with a snowball like last years Dawning.” Shaxx boomed at her, his hands curled into fists at his hips. “You’ve laid here for hours, just…watching. That’s not like you hunter.”

“Maybe it’s a new me.” Diana sighed, folding her hands onto her stomach, “Maybe I’ve calmed down a little.”

“A little would look different.” Shaxx persisted, his helmet cocking to the side. “What’s got your mind so snared?”

Diana sighed heavily and closed her eyes, struggling to find a way to put voice to the feelings whirling around inside her mind. She didn’t want to admit to them, if she didn’t give them voice and identification then she could not admit to their existence. Shaxx waited patiently for a response, a retort or a snap but Diana laid there with her eyes closed. She didn’t bother thinking about time, and when Shaxx gave a dissatisfied grunt and his footsteps faded away, Diana was upset she didn’t feel any better.

“Hello my dear,” The warm, elderly voice took Diana by surprise. She opened her eyes to see Eva standing over her with her gentle hands clasped in front of her. “Happy Dawning.”

“Happy Dawning Granny.” Diana sighed, feeling too pre-shamed to no reply to Eva. “Are you here to set up for the Festival?”

“Oh Yes,” Eva looked behind her, and Diana was forced to sit up and look behind her to see several manual worker frames carrying supplies. “This year I decided to set up over here, it’s closer to where everyone will come home, but out of the way enough that people can visit without making too much fuss.” Eva turned and gestured in her slow, matronly way for the frames to get started setting up the temporary shop where she would be staying.

Diana finally climbed to her feet, noticing that Shaxx and Banshee were watching from afar. When she took notice of them, Banshee raised one hand in silent greeting and turned to go back to his shop, leaving Shaxx standing with his arms folded across his massive chest. Diana raised a hand as Banshee had and the former warlord gave a tip of his head before leaving his spot to return to his designated area.

“I think you will like this year’s festivities,” Eva said softly, touching Diana’s elbow, bringing her mind back to the present before she could slip into voidless thought. “I had so much fun with you last year, baking treats for everyone and more people have decided to help—so I had a commission made for a bigger oven.” She pointied to a large, blue pot like oven with Dawning symbols painted white to make them stand out against the blue and dark metals. “I’m afraid my little lantern oven just wouldn’t be enough this year.”

The elderly woman smiled but Diana couldn’t find the heart to force a fake one back, which drew the older woman’s attention and concern. “What’s the matter my dear? You look so glum?” When Diana couldn’t meet her yearning eyes, Eva put a hand under Diana’s cold metal chin and lifted her head. “How about you make some cookies with ol’Eva hm? And you can tell me what is bothering you?”

“Granny I’m fine, I’m just a bit down right now is all. Tired I guess.” Diana lied and replaced her gaze to the ground.

“Nonsense.” Eva scolded lightly, waving a finger at the exo, “You are the liveliest person I know. Come, we will make treats and you can tell me what is really wrong.” Diana looked up and was shocked to see that the frames had worked quietly and deftly, constructing the makeshift shop with ease. They were in the process of hanging the curtains and cloth that would keep the chill and wind down while standing at the shop and two frames had just finished constructing a pull-out table which Eva assembled and began covering with ingredients and utensils.

“Come my dear, I am afraid my joints won’t let me go quite as hard as I used to.” Eva began pouring dry and wet ingredients into a bowl before picking it up and placing it and a whisk into Diana’s hands. “You want it to be nice and thick dear, so don’t over work it if you please.” Eva turned and busied herself with the oven, leaving Diana to start mixing the mixture in the bowl.

“How is the city Granny?” Diana asked, the pressure of silence occupied only by the sounds of work too much to bear quietly.

“It is recovering,” Eva smiled over her shoulder as she placed logs in the oven. “People are getting things back to normal after the Red War. What about you? How are you with everything?” She closed the oven and stood, glancing into Diana’s bowl as she approached to show her work. “That’s good love,” She sprinkled flour onto the tabletop and took the bowl from Diana who moved to the other side to assist. “I know at the Festival of the Lost you were not quite as…present as you were at other years.”

“I…had a lot going on.” Diana tapped the side of her metal head. “Been uh.” She glanced around as Eva worked, “Been missing Dad a lot lately, been…messing with me. Just didn’t fee like partying as much this year. But it looked amazing as always Granny. So does the Dawning.”

“I had a feeling it had to do with Cayde’s passing.” Eva sighed, watching as Diana fiddled with one of the cookie cutters. “DD.” Diana looked up, her hands freezing. “Cayde would not want you to carry on like this,” She reached out and cupped Diana’s cheek, “He wouldn’t want to see you this way. Missing out on times with your loved ones and beating yourself down.” She watched Diana closely, “You know he does not blame you, he told you as much, did he not?”

“Granny,” Diana’s voice broke, the pressure swirling around her threatened to crush her into scrap metal.

“You hunters,” Eva removed her hand from Diana’s cheek and waved it in a circle as she went back to prepping her surface, “You have this…debt ritual you go through yes? When someone you love is killed in cold blood and you…oh how did Cayde say it?”

“Settle the debt.” Diana finished, “Yeah. We uh, we avenge…or get revenge, depending on who you talk to.” She watched as Eva put the cookie dough onto the table and rolled it out with a wooden rolling pin. “That’s just the thing Granny.” This made Eva pause as she put away the rolling pin, “I went through hell to find Uldren Sov. I took down every one of those Barons he made and put a stop to them. I killed countless Scorn to work my way up to Uldren.”

Eva worked more slowly, listening as Diana ranted, her eyes unfocused and staring into nothing as she continued. “I pull him from the maw of a giant meatball with tentacles and teeth and put one of three bullets into him myself.” She lowered her voice, the feeling of pressure shifting from an overwhelming, towering force into the pinpoint of a knife in her side. “But that…that bastard.”

“DD.” Eva scolded lightly, watching as Diana began pressing the cookie cutter into the cookie dough a little to hard, the tone in her voice shifting from loss and pain to anger and hatred. Her posture went rigid, her arms shaking slightly, causing objects on the table to rattle slightly.

“Uldren Sov, is walking around…hiding out near the city…as a guardian.” Diana finished, going still, the cookie cutter still pressed into the dough. She waited a few moments before pulling it free and moving on, making more. “It just…makes me so angry to think that he, he of all people Granny, gets to come back as a Guardian. The one who took away one of the greatest Guardians of all time…” When Diana had reached the middle of the dough, she let Eva take the cookie cutter from her and start on the other side. Di busied herself by placing the freed cookies onto a pan to be put into the oven, grateful that Eva wasn’t trying to lecture her the way some of the Warlocks and Titans had when they had witnessed her reaction to the rumors.

Neither spoke for a while, finishing the prep work for the cookies and sliding the pan into the new oven before taking up the task of cleaning up the station. A few people stopped by to wish Eva a Happy Dawning, get recipes and ask about cookie deliveries, offering a nod and a Dawning greeting to Diana. Some had remarked how they were happy to see Di up and moving again rather than lying in a open, strange area as she had taken to doing when she had no work to be done.

When the timer on the counter buzzed, Eva turned it off and removed the cookies from the oven before lying them on the counter to cool. Diana watched as the old woman worked, making icing in different colors and preparing bags to start decorating the cookies with. It wasn’t until she started washing dishes in the small make-shift sink that she spoke again, drawing Di’s attention.

“I understand how, complicated the matter must be.” She offered as Diana picked up a rag and began drying the bowls and utensils they had used. “You had a lot of justified hatred toward the Awoken Prince and his Scorn.” She said the word with a level of distaste that surprised Diana. “And you ‘settled the debt’ as Cayde would say. But…” Eva dried her hands and sighed, “The Traveler thought that one worthy of fighting on the side of humanity.”

“He—” Diana felt the rage boil inside her chest, an itch to her finger that longed to kill something that deserved it.

“I said ‘that one’, I didn’t say Uldren Sov.” Eva warned her with a stern look. “When you Guardians are woke up, you don’t remember anything of your past life. You wake up with no identity and a clean slate, right? You do not hold any grudges toward anyone you would have known in your past life.”

Diana said nothing, she had heard others try with this reasoning before, but she wanted to hear nothing of it. She was still too angry, too hurt to admit that there was truth behind it as Eva continued. “His body might be up and moving around, he may even still look the same, but he is not Uldren Sov anymore. If he is hiding out, he is probably too scared to come to the City. I would say that those who had taken notice of him and know what Uldren Sov did while he was alive, have tried to settle the debt again.”

As she spoke, Eva tapped the cookies, testing their temperature before handing Diana a bag with the end clipped off, black icing inside. She started decorating her own portion of the cookies, covering them in the black icing before using a small metal stick to fill in all the holes and move on to the next cookie.

“He has no memory of what he did to Cayde because the man who killed Cayde is dead. This is a guardian. Not Uldren Sov.”

“Just the meat-suit,” Diana mumbled, remembering something that Cayde had told her long ago, before the Red War—when she was still new to being a Guardian and didn’t understand the new concept of Death to the world.

“I don’t like to word it quite like that…but yes.” Eva offered, nodding her head as she swapped bags to a red one and began decorating the outer edges. “Cayde’s debt was settled and while it does not mean that you should go out and be best friends with this new Guardian—I think it does mean that you need to learn to let go of some of that anger concerning Uldren, my dear.” Eva glanced up as Diana’s hands stopped moving, her cookies less immaculate than Eva’s. “You did your part. Uldren paid his price. You wouldn’t want to be held responsible for something you feel you didn’t do, would you?”

Diana closed her eyes, and felt the twist of the knife in her side, how could she start to feel guilty about holding a grudge now? To him? She remembered the shock on his face, the way he replaced his helmet and how deftly he had gone into hiding. Rumors hadn’t circulated in a while about a new Hunter on the edges of the city. Would she ever be able to forgive the walking body that had been Uldren? Would she ever be able to look at him and know him by another name? Or would he always be Uldren Sov. Reef born Awoken Prince. Cayde’s murderer?

Diana slowly went back to working on her cookies, lining the sides with red and attempting the lions crest that Eva walked her through as her mind walked in circles. The knife pain subsided, the pressure faded away as Eva loaded the cookies into a box and held them out to Di. On the box was a little sticker, a label written. To: Zavala, From: Diana-3.

“Oh no,” Eva complained as she looked through the cabinets the frames had constructed, “I am out of ingredients.”

“I’ll get you some Granny.” Di offered as she lowered the box to her hip level, “I think I need some fresh air anyway.”

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kita-lavellan · 5 years

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Rogue Locks

Happy Dragon Age. A bit late on delivery... Okay... So I fell asleep before posting this yesterday, but here’s a little One-Shot between my newest Warden-OC Ghilana Mahariel, and Zev in honour of Dragon 4ge <3

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“Fenhedis!” Ghilana cursed, her arrow going wide of the rabbit, and hitting a tree trunk with a deep solid thunk that told her instantly she wasn’t getting that arrow back.

She glared at the arrow for a long moment before turning on her heel and heading back towards where the others had set up camp for the night, slinging the bow across her back as she went and snatching up the four rabbits she’d already collected.

Leliana would just have to dip into their small collection of rations, she grumbled to herself as she stepped lightly through the underbrush, barely disturbing her surroundings even in her frustrated state.

They’d been on the road for weeks now. Since Ostagar and Lothering, the group had made their way to the Circle of Magi, saved the mages from an infestation of demons, blood mages and Templars thirsting for the Right of Annulment. They’d had an Antivan Crow attempt to kill them, recruited said assassin, and saved the small village of Honnleath from a Darkspawn attack when they’d gone south in search of a Golem.

Now that the mages were safe though, their allegiance pledged to the remaining Grey Wardens, their small group should be heading for Redcliffe and Arl Eamon. Offering the, by all accounts sickly, human Lord the use of their mage healers, if he would only pledge his own soldiers to the cause against the blight.

Instead, Alistair had suggested that they go to Arl Eamon with more than just a handful of mages to help, and Leliana had agreed quickly, spinning marvelous tales of the valor of the dwarven warriors and singing songs of their skill in battling Darkspawn.

Between the two of them giving the Cousland girl pleading eyes, Lana found herself travelling North-West along the Gherlans Pass, attempting to hunt rabbits in the snow with her blood-red hair grown to such an extent from their enforced long march that she could no longer shoot straight.

She uttered a few more choice curses in Elvhen beneath her breath as she stalked into camp, and dropped the pitiful hunt beside Leliana. Her narrowed eyes dared the other woman to comment on the catch, but she barely waited for the bard’s reaction, swapping her bow for her daggers, and moving towards the edge of the lake they had camped beside.

“Lana? What are you doing?” Leliana asked, following her and the Dalish elf huffed with annoyance.

“Cutting my thrice-damned hair so we don’t starve to death before we reach Orzammar. We’ll need more than a couple of rabbits once the snow in the mountains begins sapping our strength,” Ghilana all but snapped at the Orlesian, but it seemed the other woman had only heard the first part of her answer anyway.

“Cutting your- With daggers?!” Leliana exclaimed, horrified, and immediately attempting to snatch the blades from Lana’s hands.

Any other day or time, Ghilana would have sidestepped her fellow red-heads attempts, but a combination of the lunge being entirely unexpected, and the fact that her hair had fallen into her eyes, again, meant that Leliana was able to pull the Dalish Elf to a halt both of them grasping the hilts of the weapons, and neither of them relinquishing their hold.

“You can’t!”

“Of course I can, don’t be ridiculous!” Lana snarled, tugging at the knives, and mentally groaning when Leliana’s cries drew eyes from across the camp.

Some of them were too new to know whether to get involved or not, while Alistair and Briar had been dealing with her prickly nature since the beginning and knew to leave well enough alone.

Zevran, on the other hand, had been travelling with them just long enough not to know better, and had just enough mischief dancing behind his eyes to get involved.

To make matters worse, he’d clearly just finished bathing in the small lake as he appeared out of the quickly gathering night, chest bared and blonde hair still dripping with his shirt in his hands.

“Well, well, if you two are going to fight, you should perhaps wait until we are in a town somewhere. Charge a fee… maybe in your undergarments… in a muddy field…?” he teased, eyes dancing with mirth and his accent wrapping around the words in a way that made Lana’s skin tingle.

“Zevran, please talk some sense into her!” Leliana exclaimed, unphased by the elf’s flirtatious nature, “She plans to cut her gorgeous hair with knives!”

“Knives?” Zev asked, surprised but not seeming nearly as bothered by the concept as Leliana, and after a moment he chuckled before shaking his head, and tutting softly.

“My, but you Fereldens do have strange ways of going about the simplest tasks-” he started, and Lana finally lost her temper, releasing her grasp on her draggers and spinning on the blonde elf with narrowed eyes.

“I am not Ferelden, I am Dalish,” Lana growled, teeth clenched and jaw set in frustration.

“If we were in the Free Marches, I would go to the nearest town and purchase a set of the double-bladed tools they use for such a purpose, but we are not, we are in Ferelden where they use a sharp, fine-edged blade. More importantly, we’re camped within a stone’s throw of the Imperial Highway, with not a village or town for days, and since it appears I’m the only one of us who knows how to hunt, I need to be able to see what I’m shooting!” Lana finished sharply, amber brown eyes flashing when Zev smiled, barely smothering a soft indulgent laugh.

“Just tie it back,” Leliana exclaimed, clinging to Ghilana’s daggers now that the woman had relinquished them in her exasperation, but she continued before the Dalish elf could do more than take another breath in to continue arguing and her next words made Lana freeze.

“Didn’t your mother teach you how to braid it?”

Ghilana was glad that she hadn’t turned to face Lelian then. The sudden and unexpected mention of her mother had shocked her, and if anyone was going to spot the sudden flash of pain that spasmed across her face, she could easily admit that she was glad it was Zev.

Besides, Leliana had been a Bard. She had no need to see Lana’s face to know that she’d crossed some kind of unseen line. The tension in Ghilana’s shoulders and the elf’s sudden silence told her that.

“I… I didn’t…”

“Since you appear to have lost access to your daggers, allow me to assist, my dear Warden,” Zev cut in and slowly Lana turned her gaze from where it had shifted to the surrounding forest, in an attempt to avoid the explanation she was sure she was about to be dragged into, and let her amber eyes settle on Zev once more.

“... Assist?” she asked, and Zev smiled gently. It was a soft twist of the lips that he occasionally shared with her, but never for long.

“With your hair.”

Lana considered him for a long moment, eyes narrowing again as she wondered at the motivation behind his offer, but when she heard Leliana quietly step back and head towards the fire and the abandoned rabbits with Lana’s blades still in her grasp the Dalish elf nodded once.

“Excellent,” Zev announced lightly, turning back towards the lake and after huffing out a resigned sigh, and pushing a few more errant locks of hair off her face, Lana followed after him.

They didn’t go far, just far enough to be out of sight, and for Zev to settle on the ground and beckon her forward to sit in front of him.

Ghilana hesitated a moment and the assassin’s features hardened in response.

“In this, I’m afraid you must trust me not to stab you in the back,” he admitted, voice as playful as ever but there was a layer of hurt beneath it that made her blink in surprise.

“No, Zev that wasn’t…”Lana sighed, and settled herself in front of him, taking a moment to pull her boots from her feet so she could dip her toes in the lake before she continued, “I don’t believe you’re going to betray us… me,” Ghilana said softly and after a moment, Zev shifted forward.

He settled her between his legs, one stretched out beside her with his thigh against her hip, the other bent at the knee, his boot braced against the ground and Ghilana let her arm curl around his calf before she spoke again.

“I hesitated because…”

His long fingers slipped into her hair then and slowly began dragging through the blood-red locks. When Duncan had taken her to Ostagar, the messily cut strands had done nothing to hide away her ears, but as Zev gently stroked the knots and tangles from the strands, she could feel the longest parts brushing her shoulders.

“Because?” the Antivan prompted, and Ghilana blushed when she realised the feel of his fingers had silenced her explanation.

“No one has braided my hair since I was a fledgeling…” she admitted softly, but whatever else he heard in her voice, Lana felt the tension leave the air around them and she sighed, letting her eyes fall closed.

For a long moment, they sat in peaceful silence, Zev gently taming her hair with his fingers, and Ghilana allowing herself to bask in the attention, the affection of being taken care of.

“Do you trust me?”

Ghilana hummed a soft agreement at the mans question and didn’t bother opening her eyes, his amused chuckle drawing a smile to her own lips and she didn’t flinch when she heard a knife being drawn.

She did blink her eyes open in surprise when she felt the familiar sensation of hair being cut though, especially after the argument with Leliana and Zevran’s teasing.

“What are you doing?” she asked, curiosity in her voice as he tugged on another section and slowly sliced through it.

“Making it all the same length,” Zev answered, voice just as quiet as her own, “While it is enticing that you always look as though you have just stumbled from bed after a night of wild passions, such differing lengths will not make braiding your hair any simpler,” he explained with his usual charm and flirtation returning full force, and Ghilana laughed softly, aware of and ignoring the flush his comments brought to her cheeks.

“With a knife?” she teased back, feeling his soft laughter at her back more than hearing it.

“Yes, my dear Warden, with a knife. As you so eloquently pointed out, we are not in a position to procure anything better suited to the task,” Zev admitted and the pair of them fell back into a comfortable silence.

Ghilana knew he wouldn’t press the issue about her mother. He wouldn’t ask her why Leliana’s casual mention had caused her such pain, and he wouldn’t question why she chose to wear her hair so short when a Dalish warrior’s braids often told the story of their hunts.

It was exactly because she knew he wouldn’t ask that she suddenly, desperately wanted to tell him.

“My clan… I was always told that my parents had died,” Lana started softly, and while Zev’s hands paused momentarily, he quickly continued. His movements were slower and her was clearly listening, but she was grateful for his casual display of nonchalance.

“My father… he was the Keeper of our clan. A band of humans and… and city elves killed him,” she continued softly, stumbling slightly as she reminded herself not to use the term ‘Flat-ears’ around her non-Dalish companion.

“That was before I was even born… and my mother, they told me she died too, but nothing more than that… Ashalle raised me,” Ghilana continued, her voice quiet but this far from camp, and with the stillness of the night closing in, she had no need to speak louder.

“I knew she wasn’t my mother, they never hid that from me… and she used to braid my hair, and sing me to sleep like any mother should. I loved her. Love her... only…”

“Only, despite everything, she is not your mother,” Zev finished when it seemed Lana couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

“I felt guilty about that,” Lana whispered “She should have been enough… but I didn’t want her to pretend to be my mother when she wasn’t. I loved her because she was Ashalle, and she loved me when she didn’t have to… so I cut my hair short so that she wasn’t forced to spend every morning braiding it for me…”

Ghilana startled slightly when Zev’s arms slid around her waist, and tugged her back against his chest, his chin against her shoulder, and pressed his lips against her cheek.

“You were a child,” Zev said softly, lips still against her skin, and Lana sighed, letting the warmth of his body relax her.

“Yes,” she agreed, “but I never told her. I was ashamed I had ever thought such things as I grew older, and so I kept my hair short so she never had reason to ask about my change of heart… and so…”

“And so, you never learned to braid it yourself,” Zev finished, catching the threads of her story, and Ghilana shrugged the shoulder that he wasn’t resting his head against.

“I thought to tell her… after Duncan recruited me, after I was tainted by the Darkspawn and destined to leave the clan, I wanted her to know. Wanted to apologise…”

“But?” Zev prompted when Lana stalled again and watched the young woman bite her lip, her expression thoughtful while her eyes were a thousand miles away, lost in the memory she was relaying.

“When I went to her, to speak with her… My mother didn’t die,” Lana said softly, and Zevran was very careful not to react, watching her features intently.

“I mean… I suppose she might have, eventually… but… she gave birth to me and then… she just left. Walked off into the forest one night and never came back to the Clan, and they never told me. I never knew.”

“Would it have changed anything if you had?” Zev asked and Lana sighed, brows furrowing in thought.

“I don’t know. Maybe? Maybe not… the point is, I was confused and frustrated and even a little angry… I didn’t tell Ashalle, and now… with the Darkspawn and the blight… I might not get the chance…”

“Ah, so you wish to keep your hair a short, tousled mess in honour of this Ashalle?” he asked, smothering a smile at the blush his teasing always brought to her cheeks. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed, he had come to learn. In fact, the Dalish in his arms often teased him just as much in return, but she couldn’t seem to control her blush, regardless and, he admitted to himself, it was utterly charming.

“Is that so strange?” Lana asked, and it took Zev a moment to pull his mind from her features and back to their discussion.

“Not so strange, no,” he admitted, considering for a moment what he could say to comfort Ghilana, “What did this Ashalle do when you hacked off your hair, as I suspect you did it away from your guardians?” he teased, watching her lips twist into an amused smirk that confirmed his suspicions.

“Well, the knife slipped… I have a scar on the back of my neck still… so she took one look at me, neck covered in blood, and after making sure I wasn’t dying, she helped me cut away the rest of it,” Lana said, eyes sparkling with mirth, “and then instead of braiding it for me every morning, she sat with me just as we are now, and brushed it.”

“And do you think a woman like that, so supportive of your choices, even though you were, clearly, already a rebel child, would care one whit if you chose to learn how to braid your hair now, away from her care?” he asked gently, a note of uncertainty in his voice that made Lana smile, knowing he’d taken a risk in attempting to comfort her.

“No. No I don’t think she’d mind at all,” the Dalish elf admitted a moment later and Zev smiled, releasing his arms from around her waist and pushing her to sit upright once more.

“Very well then, I shall instruct you to the very best of my abilities,” he teased, and Lana grinned softly before it softened into a smaller smile that she tossed over her shoulder at the assassin.

“Zev, do you think you could braid my hair in the mornings before we pack up camp?” she asked softly, “just until I learn how to do it myself…”

“My dear warden,” the Antivan all but purred, “I have seen you stumble around camp before the sun has risen, are you inviting me into your tent each morning, before you are awake enough to defend against my charms?” he teased, watching her blush again, in spite of the wicked smirk growing across her features.

“Not at all,” Lana shot back, “I figured I’d invite you in the night before, have you braid my hair before we emerge for the day… Saves time, you see, and there’s no stomping across the snow-covered camp once we’re up in the Frostback Mountains,” she teased, and Zev studied her for a moment, an eyebrow raised.

“You are… genuine in this request?” he checked, and the laughter in her eyes softened until she nodded, a simple confirmation of her invitation.

“I am,” Lana whispered, and Zev offered her a smirk to mask sudden storm of almost unrecognisable emotions in his chest.

“Then perhaps we should return to camp before I ravish you by the lakeside,” he purred, and Lana laughed.

“Giving up on my hair then?” she teased, pulling her feet from the water, and collecting her boots in one hand as she stood, willing to pad back into camp barefoot.

“It is neatened, and I shall braid it for you in the morning, Lana,” Zev promised, lifting her free hand to his lips, and kissing the back of it playfully, forcing himself not to smirk at the sudden flare of interest in her amber eyes.

“Come now, we should head back before Alistair consumes all of the rabbits you tracked down for our dinner.”

He released her hand then and turned back to the camp, but Ghilana took a moment to pull in a deep steadying breath. She’d known Zev was going to be trouble the moment he’d woken up and proceeded to call her utterly gorgeous, while held at knifepoint, and now she had just invited him into her bed.

She did trust the assassin, despite his profession, but Ghilana took a single moment, alone in the dark, to close her eyes and pray to the creator’s that she knew what she was getting herself into.

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elopez7228 · 4 years

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Scenic Route 3/47

If the receptionist was surprised by the disheveled, wide-eyed, young woman who was dragging a battered suitcase behind her, she had the grace not to show it. She greeted Rey with an amicable smile instead.

“Hello, welcome to Four Seasons, I’m Heather. How may I help you?”

“Hello, I have a reservation under the name Rey Jakku.”

“Sure thing, let me look that up for you,”

The receptionist wore a perfectly pressed uniform, her hair pinned up in a flawless chignon. Her fingers clattered against the keys of the keyboard and she paused, pursing her lips in dissatisfaction.

“I’m sorry—I’m not finding anything under that name. Are you sure about the check-in date?”

Rey was utterly embarrassed for a moment, but then she looked up with conviction:

“For Mr. and Mrs. Storm, please,” she amended, shakily.

The receptionist’s face lit up.

“Oh, right, Mr. and Mrs. Storm, five nights in our honeymoon suite. Congratulations from all of us, may I please have the credit card you entered for the booking, Mrs. Storm?”

Rey had been prepared for them to bring up the “honeymoon suite”, but definitely didn’t expect them to ask for Finn’s card.

“The credit card? What for?”

Heather must have gotten used to that question, her voice was gentle when she responded:

“Your booking was guaranteed by a credit card on which the first night will be charged ; I need this card to confirm your identity and charge the rest of the stay. This will also ease the check-out process, as you'll just have to put your keys in this box right here on your departure day and will be able to leave the hotel without having to go through the front desk again,”

“Okay, great, how can I cancel the other nights?”

Now she was taken aback.

“You want to leave sometime tomorrow? I can cancel the other nights without a fee, but I’ll need your passport please,”

Rey handed her passport over, and the receptionist began typing something out for the hotel records. Soon, she looked up at Rey again.

“The room is booked under the name Finn Storm. Without the credit card that made the original reservation or some form of corresponding identification, I can’t give you access. Do you have a marriage certificate?”

Rey felt like the fatigue had won over. Was this fate or something? Was Finn having fun poking needles into a voodoo doll in her likeness, was she headed for the gallows at this point?

She knew what she had to do but she really didn’t want to take it that far.

Boneless, she stepped back awkwardly and slumped into one of the overstuffed armchairs in the lobby. She had a headache. She was drowsy. She aspired only to a semblance of serenity, was it too much to ask?

Taking her phone out of her pocket, she unlocked it, scrolling mechanically past several apps, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram…Contacts. In the Favourites section was “Finn Love”, accompanied by the photo of a charming young man with brown skin and soulful eyes.

She threw her phone onto a coffee table and got up, pacing. Finally, giving in to an impulse, she pressed the call icon.

Ring.

He didn’t answer.

Voicemail.

She hung up, dialing the number again.

Ring.

A faint voice answered, as though from millions of kilometers away…literally.

“Rey, peanut, is that you? Where are you? It’s three in the morning, are you okay?”

“Finn, I’m in Denver. At—at our hotel. For the honey moon.”

“That’s madness, peanut! You went by yourself? Oh, I’m so sorry babe, really sorry!”

“Stop. Just stop it. Don’t call me peanut. I’m not your babe. Listen to me. I’m at the hotel and I need you to talk to the receptionist. The room is under your name and she refuses to give me the key,”

On the other end of the line, she can hear his breath hitch. Behind him, she then hears Poe’s familiar voice, thick with sleep. He says something she can’t quite make out, and Finn brings him up to speed in a few words. Finally, Finn gets back to her.

“Get me the receptionist.”

“Thank you.”

Rey approached Heather again, who took the call. She wrote down some numbers on a notepad as she spoke. Finally, she thanked the mystery caller politely and handed Rey the phone again, smiling.

“It’s alright ma’am, I verified his credit card information and room number. Here’s your key, room 2187 on the second floor. The elevators are behind you, on the right. Breakfast is served from seven to ten-thirty in the morning. I hope you have an excellent stay.”

“Thanks,” Rey said, not smiling more than she had to.

She fiddled with the plastic keycard with one hand. She held her phone in the other.

“Finn?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for the room. Goodnight.”

“Rey, wait! I’m not okay with the idea of you doing this trip alone. Nothing good can come of it. I mean, you’re so emotionally unstable, I have a bad feeling about this—“

“Finn, I don’t even want to hear you say anything. Not anymore. It’s over. Rey, the sweet little damsel in distress— bollocks! I’m getting on fine without you. And don’t call me. If you want updates, go bother Jessica. Goodbye.”

She didn’t wait for him to respond before hanging up.

The room left her speechless.

A bay window as wide as her London apartment offered a gorgeous view, which glittered softly in the twilight. A huge bed was anchored in the center of the room, definitely a “king size”. Everything was ready to welcome a couple of newlyweds : a path of red rose petals led to the bed, and a tray carrying a bottle of champagne in a silver basin was seemingly waiting for them.

The sight of what should have been the scene for a magical wedding night clawed at Rey, but she felt she had shed enough tears for the day. She went to the bathroom, whistling in admiration in front of the Jacuzzi, and following an impulse, turned on the faucets all the way. She poured a whole bottle of bubble bath into the hot water, and added a few handfuls of rose petals (let’s have it all!).

After flicking through the room service menu, she phoned the front desk to order dinner. Everything would be put on Finn’s credit card. Was it not the most natural thing in the world to make him pay, literally, for this wedding night alone?

A flute of champagne in one hand and a strawberry in the other, Rey slid into the hot water with delight. She wouldn’t have the pleasure of such luxury from now on. The rest of her trip would be decidedly Spartan. She closed her eyes.

“There’s no time like the present, tomorrow it’ll all be over.”

Tomorrow she would have to find lodging that was within her limited means. And where would she get a cheap rental car to drive to California? Her returning flight would depart from San Francisco exactly two weeks from now. At least she had time instead of money. She could indulge in some tourism.

Rey woke up at five in the morning, around noon in London time. She tried to go back to sleep, rolled over in bed without even reaching the other side, burying herself under the cushions, in vain. Finally, she got up, dressed, struggled against the twisted zipper of her suitcase, and repacked her things. Sitting at the end of the bed, she pondered what to do next. Was it better to wait until the restaurant opened for breakfast at seven? Or should she go hang out at the spa, or return the key and get some coffee from down the road?

The spa seemed like the most comfortable option, but deep inside, her mind was already racing. She needed paper money, a new suitcase, a cheap rental car, and probably a GPS. Procrastinating—bubbling away until checkout—would give her nothing but another chance to wallow in her misery while rehashing the events of the past few days until she went mad. She had to be proactive, to set objectives for herself.

Right, then.

Objective A: find a place to get a coffee.

Dragging her suitcase - which was no longer rolling behind her - Rey put her key in the checkout box and went out into the street. The air smelled like sage and lilac, and the city seemed at peace. Taking a closer look, she could see volleys of delivery trucks, buses, and various other vehicles, as if the city had awakened after a good night's sleep.

Aimlessly wandering the streets, Rey spotted a neon sign, and painted letters on a window advertising "fresh coffee all day and night, come and taste our homemade cinnamon rolls!"

The idea of a home-made cinnamon bun and a hot coffee made her speed up. She paid no attention to the black pickup parked a few meters away.

The shop was warm and welcoming, the décor simultaneously rustic and cozy: refurbished wooden benches, weathered paint, exposed brick, hardwood, and rusted metal.

Rey put her suitcase down near a bench, and walked to the counter. Her stomach growled at the smell of hot pastries and freshly brewed coffee. She spoke to the waitress, a young Asian woman with a round face and a cheeky smile.

“Hello, I'll have a coffee ... Americano. Grande. With cream. And a cinnamon roll.”

“Excellent choice, they come out of the oven soon, tell me how you like ‘em. That’ll be six twenty-five please. Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll bring it around for you,”

Rey paid with card, and took a seat on the bench. Apart from her, there was only one other customer, a man with broad shoulders and very long dark hair. He was facing the other direction and she couldn’t see his face, but she wondered if he was anything like the bloke from yesterday, the one who had smashed her suitcase with his monstrous pickup.

It was probably a good time to call Jessica. Considering jet lag, it was early afternoon in London, and her friend was probably worried about her. It would do Rey good to talk to someone.

She pulled her smartphone from her bag and was stunned for a moment when the screen refused to light up. Well, it wasn’t broken, she knew that.

She realized she hadn’t recharged since leaving London. Nine hours of flight, a whole night after: the battery was dead.

She searched around for an outlet, and found several under the tables. The place was decidedly welcoming; everyone could charge their smartphone or laptop with a coffee, and now she could readily imagine the place would be overrun with college students in an hour or two.

Her smile froze. The outlet consisted of two tiny vertical slits, nowhere near the triangular kind that was used in England. She cursed. What would she do? The purchase of an adapter was thus added to the already long list of things to think about, and in the meantime, she had neither emails, nor service, nor Google Maps. How convenient it would be to find a rental car company now…

When the waitress approached, placing a steaming cup and a cinnamon bun on the table, Rey gently touched her arm to get her attention.

“Excuse me, do you happen to have any adapters for a charger like this?”

The waitress pursed her lips.

“No, where does it come from?”

“From England…”

The girl's face lit up.

“Oh, that explains the adorable accent! So charming…sorry, I can’t help you. There’s a mall like two blocks from here, you will definitely find an electronics store that sells adapters.”

“Okay, thank you very much.”

Rey stirred her coffee mindlessly, added a packet of sugar, and resumed stirring. She stared blankly at the shoulders of the man sitting at the other table.

Oh, bollocks, what did she have to lose?

She went up to him slowly so as not to startle him.

“ Sir?”

He turned to her. She paled. He was the guy in the pickup. But she kept her calm, maybe he wouldn’t recognize her.

“Hello, excuse me for disturbing you. My phone has no battery, may I use your phone to call someone?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as though considering her request carefully.

"Aren’t you the Brit who rammed her suitcase against my car yesterday?”

Rey blushed slightly, then frowned.

“Well, yes, but actually, no. I did not "ram my suitcase against your car"; it was you who barely failed to crush me, and ruined my suitcase, in fact.”

He raised an eyebrow, and turned slightly, propping an elbow on the back of his chair.

“And what do you want?”

“To call someone. Please. My battery is dead and I have to buy an adapter ... well it's complicated.”

“Call where?”

“England.” Her voice broke in the middle of the word.

She realized that it was too much to ask for a long distance call on a stranger’s phone. Then she began to talk very quickly, a habit of hers when she was embarrassed:

“I can send a text message and ask to be called back. Please, it's important.”

“Nothing is ever simple with you, is it?” His tone was glacial but she thought she saw him smile.

He handed her his phone.

“Go ahead, call. I have unlimited international minutes. Just don’t drain my entire battery, okay?”

Rey breathed a sigh of relief. She realized that she had been holding her breath and tensing her shoulders. She smiled gratefully.

“Thank you. I'll give it back to you right away. By the way, my name is Rey.”

“Ben Solo.”

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Read on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18268208/chapters/43229774

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heoneyology · 5 years

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Can I request 5 (fluff) for Jongho? I’m in such a soft mood oML

jongho is baby!!! hopefully this is soft and fluffy enough for you 💕

—fluff; prompt 5; “OH you’re jealous!”

For the past few hours, the muffled static of the cafe had served as a rather soothing background noise. It had, indeed, helped you focus. On an overcast Sunday afternoon, those who had holed themselves up within the establishment were simply seeking a quiet place to work. Somewhere to focus and tackle any last minute projects before the beginning of a new week came at them.

You were almost in the same boat as everyone else in the quiet little cafe. You were there to focus, though you weren’t working on any last minute projects. More like a semester-long school project, and Sundays just happened to be the one time you and your partner were both free to meet up. Today, you’d chosen the cafe, needing a change of pace from the usual places you typically met. You were grateful for the change of pace, as it had renewed you with energy to apply towards the assignment. However, the more the hours began to drag on, the more the lack of busy noise was making you drowsy.

“I need a pick me up,” you declare, breaking the silence that hangs between you and your project partner. You push your textbook and notes away from you as you do so. “Do you want anything?”

Your partner, Yeosang, with a hazy film over his eyes, blinks up from the statistics he’s been working through. For a moment, he purses his lips—almost as if he’s going to turn the offer down—but then he answers with a slow nod. “An iced coffee. Something sweet.”

You nod, picking yourself up from your seat. Something sweet does sound nice. A little extra added sugar to the caffeine, to keep you going for however much longer is needed. As you walk up to the counter, a smile begins to tug at the corners of your mouth, and when stop in front of the counter and lift your gaze to meet the warm and familiar brown eyes of the barista, you can feel the smile overtake your expression.

Immediately, the barista, whose name tag reads Jongho—your boyfriend—leans forward across the counter towards you, glancing sideways toward the table you’ve occupied for most of the afternoon.

“Who is that?” He whispers, an urgent note hanging in his voice; curious, as though he wants every single detail about a secret he doesn’t know.

“That’s Yeosang. My project partner for my biology lecture. I told you I was studying here with him today,” you kindly remind Jongho. Though you’re almost certain the only part of that he remembers is probably you telling him you’d be at his workplace, and that the two of you could walk home together.

Jongho glances at you in surprise, and you can physically see the confusion in his eyes. He really didn’t remember you telling him anything, having conveniently blocked out the part about studying with your partner. Pursing his lips, he puts his professional face back on. “What would you like to order?”

“Can I get two iced caramel macchiatos, one blueberry scone, and a cranberry scone?”

Jongho nods, beginning to type in your order. You watch quietly as he works for a moment, admiring his handsome side profile and the way the dim cafe light falls upon his tan skin, and soft yet strong features. You find your smile softening as you admire, and just as he turns his attention back to you when he finishes, you sheepishly glance down to shuffle through your wallet.

But before you can hand over your card for payment, another hand flashes in front of you. You and Jongho both blink in surprise. When you glance up, Yeosang is standing next to you, arm outstretched over the counter with his own card extended. Feeling your gaze, he glances down at you. His expression is a little more awake, now—staring at data for so many hours must have friend his brain earlier.

“Sorry, I just remembered that you paid for all of lunch last time. That was a lot of food, and the delivery fee… I’ll cover this one, next one too.” He glances back to Jongho, then, giving a small nod to his card.

“Okay… it was really no big deal, though,” you start, but Yeosang immediately interrupts.

“Let’s keep this entire project fair. It’s no big deal to me, either.”

You nod, pulling your hand back and putting your card away. The action causes you to miss the dark flash in Jongho’s eyes, and the way he glances between you and Yeosang with a tightened jaw. When you pick your head up, Jongho is taking Yeosang’s card and going through the payment process, as though nothing out of the ordinary had transpired.

After everything is ordered, the two of you make your way back to your seats and continue your studying. Jongho is the only one working, but he’s always been diligent. Unable to focus still, you find your eyes wandering over to him now and again. From afar, you admire him as he works behind the counter, watching the way his broad shoulders move and the way his shoulder blades shift beneath his shirt and his arms move about.

When your order finally comes, your gaze is back on the textbooks that sit open in front of you, attempting to refocus on the material in front of you, which hasn’t worked.

The tray on which Jongho carries the two snacks and drinks practically slams down onto your table. You haven’t been able to focus at all, this entire time, so you’re surprised at the clattering sound and the force of which it reaches your ears. Glancing up in surprise, Jongho has a smile on his face, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes in the way that you love so much. His smile, no matter how deep, always manages to melt his brown eyes down into a soft shimmer, which it lacks now.

“Here are your drinks. Can I get you anything else?” You notice that, as Jongho carefully places the two cups and the scones on the table and steps away, he’s not addressing Yeosang. You frown, but shake your head and give a polite, no, thank you. Jongho’s curt nod in response leaves you distracted for the rest of your study period with Yeosang.

The next couple of hours pass by uneventfully. Despite the coffee and food in your system, now, you still find yourself distracted and unable to concentrate. Thankfully, Yeosang doesn’t seem to notice you aren’t really able to concentrate, and you get through sharing your findings and data without much difficulty. You cut the session off with brainstorming ideas on how to organize everything, and Yeosang’s departure leaves you alone in the cafe for a bit.

You return to watching Jongho work as he preps the cafe for the shift that comes in after him. He’s always complained to you about coming in and finding the place a mess, so you aren’t surprised by the amount of effort and arm work he puts in to cleaning every single surface he can think of. It’s cute, you think as you watch him, the way he seemingly forgets to clean something and will backtrack—or will pass by something, and you can almost hear him think in his head, I should clean that too.

When the next shift comes in, you wait patiently as Jongho goes through the necessary process of updating them on his own shift, before clocking out. He comes to join you at the table, haphazardly carrying his belongings in his arms.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, sitting down across from you.

It’s been hours since your coffee and scone, so you nod. “Where do you want to go? Surely you’ve worked up an appetite after all that cleaning you just did.”

“Burgers sound pretty good right now.” You watch as Jongho sorts through the things he’d been carrying, carefully folding his apron and work shirt to put in the backpack he had with him.

Without thinking, you blurt out, “So, why were you so rude to Yeosang earlier? That wasn’t your best customer service face—”

Before you can continue, Jongho pauses in zipping up his backpack and looks up in surprise, blanching. “What?”

The look on his face says everything. Although there’s surprise written all over his face—you take note of the way his jaw tightens a fraction at the mention of your partner, and the dark look that suddenly creeps into his brown eyes. The surprise is at being caught, not at the question.

“Oh,” the word falls from your lips, realization dawning on you. “Ohhh… you’re jealous!”

This time, the surprise that crosses Jongho’s features is that of sincere surprise. “What?!”

You bite back a smile, collecting your things and standing up from the table. “That’s cute.”

“H-hey! I’m not!” Jongho stammers out, scrambling out of his seat and following after you in a hurry as you exit the cafe. Complaints suddenly begin to spew out of him like a dam that’s been broken, and it takes all your self control to keep from laughing at how adorable he is, trying to cover up his emotions.

#kpop-4-ever #atzwriters #jongho scenario #jongho imagine #jongho fic #ateez jongho #jongho #m.writes #me at myself: this was cute!!

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14. College Wasteland

So, somebody was recently asking me about these kiddos’ jealousy culture and whatnots and it just so happens and we get to see some of that in this chapter! Granted, a lot of this is zodiac information that I swiped from the web and forgot to cite. Not tryna plagiarize. Got ‘em in quotations.

This is the longest chapter that I’ve written in this story, I think. I wasn’t tryna, but it was actually gonna be LONGER, and I wound up separating it. But... Chile, Idk how y’all gon’ take this one.

College Wasteland

Freshman Year.

Jasper and Charlotte were going to the same college, but on different “campuses.” Honestly, she felt like this entire community was part of the college and even though there were a few blocks between where they studied, in between were really just dorms, apartments, college houses, and businesses that college students frequented. He was more on the outskirts of town and she was towards the center.

At the beginning of the semester, Charlotte already had her things moved into the dormitory that her scholarships were paying for. She was able to get in, unpack, settle in, bless the place and decorate before Jasper even figured out where he would be able to stay. He, too, was in a dorm, but one of the ones that people often rumored about how terrible they were, etc. It was all that he could currently afford, and he’d have to get to work very quickly if he wanted to be able to survive another semester!

“The Leo man craves fun and excitement and nothing is more displeasing than being home alone or with one other person."

Jasper honestly didn’t feel above any particular type of work. He was willing to try anything, if it meant that he could buy all of his books for class and still eat regularly. He figured that his tuition and lodging were probably the most important, so that was what he paid first, then he remembered that he might need supplies, and he didn’t even fathom the cost of books. Like… for what purpose? How could ANY book be worth what these were???

“Do you need help with anything?” Charlotte had asked him, a hint of concern in her voice as she stared at her worn out lover, this being the first time she’d been able to actually see him in a couple of weeks.

“No!” He said and laughed, shaking his head. He needed help with everything. But, he’d be damned if he told Charlotte that and made her worry, or worst - feel bad for him. “I’m just tired and I’ve missed you,” he told her (which was true, even if it wasn’t the whole truth).

“I’m sorry. I’ve tried to free up some time for us, but I put our schedules in my calendar and it’s a biweekly, sometimes monthly match up possibility at best, for like, this entire semester.” They both frowned, until she changed the subject, “Have you talked to Henry?” She asked, a little more cheerfully.

“Have I talked to Henry? I’ve hardly been able to talk to you! Have you talked to him?”

“Yes. We have free Wednesday nights, after I’m done with my lab, so that’s the time that we have scheduled our phone calls. I’m thinking I’ll probably head home every other weekend, for right now. Until I’ve adjusted, more, to being away. What do you think?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m working every weekend, so I can’t come along. But, tell everybody that I said ‘hey.”

“You know… You could try to call them?” She held out her hands in a shrug. Jasper seemed a little moody or something. Maybe he was homesick. Maybe he missed Henry, the Man Cave, hell, maybe he missed his mom. She didn’t know for sure, because he wasn’t telling her something.

“Yeah, I know. I just don’t really have anything to say, yet. I’m working two part time jobs, pledging to a fraternity, getting my ass handed to me by entry level college classes…” He shut up abruptly. He didn’t want to spend what little time he had with Charlotte whining. But, he must’ve needed to vent, because he couldn’t help but to mutter, “Maybe, I’ve overshot my capabilities with this.” She furrowed her eyebrows and he immediately regretted admitting that.

“I don’t think that you did. I think that you’re selling yourself short right now, though. What are you having problems with? I can help you study!”

“You just said like 10 minutes ago that you’d only be able to see me like once every two or three weeks!”

“Can you only study with people in person? I was gonna do so over the phone or video call or something. You can even send me images of your chapter pages (or lend me your book) and I can notate what you’ll most likely be expected to know.”

“That… Sounds like you putting a lot into me not failing.”

“Maybe. But, I mean… If you fail, we fail. We’re a team, still, right?” She made a pouting face and he melted against her.

“Of course. Char… I’m… Everything’s not okay...”

She nodded her head and stroked his hair with her fingertips as he rested on her tiny shoulder. “I could tell. But… You know that it’s gonna be okay, right? You don’t have to do any of this by yourself, Jasper. I’m busy, but I can figure out how to make time for you.” He squeezed her tightly and then actually fell asleep in the cafe, on her shoulder. He hadn’t really slept well since they’d been in college and he never got the chance to lay down with her anymore and well… *Snore sounds*

"During Happy times the Leo man can bring out the most of loving side of the Taurus woman and he can boost her confidence and self-esteem too. She in turn can offer him some grounded common sense for his more airy fairy grandiose plans and she supports him through thick and thin."

Yes, Jasper worked every weekend. He did overnight stocking at a home improvement store every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night. Yes, he also had classes on Monday mornings, and yes, he also had pledge things taking place during this time. His other job was simpler. He cleaned up at a tattoo shop right outside of campus Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings. Fortunately, all of his classes were on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

SO, if he got himself some sleep late Monday night, he slept well into Tuesday. He also slept late Wednesday, into Thursday, and a few hours on Thursday night between closing the tattoo shop and Friday morning class, and a few hours Friday afternoon until his nighttime shift on Friday. Saturday mornings he slept unless he was asked to pick up a few hours at the tattoo shop. Sunday, he HAD to sleep all day, because once he got up for his night shift, he wasn’t even going to see his bed again until the following night.

Charlotte had planned to spend every other weekend in Swellview, but the weekends that she stayed around campus, she asked Jasper if she could come over. He’d be asleep, but if he really wanted to sleep well, he’d NEED her there. Plus… they really didn’t get that much time together, considering how close they lived to each other. Her first few visits, she was most concerned with the condition of his dorm. Not in the way that people rumored about - the crime in the neighborhood, or the alleged pests, and slow management. But… It was a mess.

When she got there on Friday, he’d told her that he’d be awake and waiting for her. He was asleep and she was fine with that. He needed that sleep, based upon his terrible schedule that she’d tried to talk him out of. She began to pick up his things and place them in mplaces that made the most sense to her. He didn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason to this mess, but knowing Jasper, he probably did, or at least had gotten used to it and controlled the chaos mentally, somehow.

While she was cleaning, she accidentally woke up his computer and saw several open tabs of payments that he’d made, and a calendar where he was trying to figure out when to pay what. She took a seat in front of the screen and began to study the tabs and make some notes. She was there for a while, and eventually got up and finished cleaning. She returned to the computer a few more times along the way.

Jasper’s alarm sounded on his phone and he jumped up and gasped when he saw a clean, organized room and desk. Charlotte came from the bathroom, cleaned up and a little dolled up, but in night clothes. “Hey, Sleepyhead,” she said, positively glowing as she sat down next to him.

Jasper shook his head, “I’m so sorry that I fell asleep and we didn’t really get to spend any time together!”

“I expected you to fall to sleep. It’s good, Jasper. I had a chance to get some things done for you that I suppose you haven’t had the energy to do.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that too. I should’ve cleaned up before saying you could come over. My punishment is now I probably won’t know where any of my stuff is.”

“It’s in places that make perfectly good sense, but since I presumed that what makes sense to you is likely different from me, I made you a list.” She pointed to the computer. He mouthed a thank you to the skies. “I also got all up in your financial business.” He frowned. “Jasper, before we started dating, you’d ask me for help with anything in the world, from popping pimples to feeling how sweaty you are. I’m not sure why you didn’t want to come to me for help with this, but whatever your reasons, I made some decisions for you. I set up a budget for you based upon what you have to pay and what you make. I set everything to automatic withdrawals from your account on dates that made the most sense. I also signed you back up for that text therapy, because you can afford it and you need it, so if that’s too much of an issue, I’ll just wire you the total every time. If you won’t talk to me, I need to know that you’ll talk to someone. Plus, I arranged for weekly grocery deliveries. There’s a co-op place on campus that puts together nutritious grocery lists and you can add on or take away whatever they have for a certain additional fee. They deliver it to you at your convenience each week, even if your time slot changes. You just need to let them know at least 24 hours before the delivery. And, I’ve also allocated a percentage of your checks to go into savings, too. On this budget, you still wind up with an additional $200 every paycheck for whatever else.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah, you can afford to pay your bills, eat, put some into savings and still have $200 left over… if your schedule stays the way that it is for the rest of the semester with your current pay. So… buy something nice for yourself or something. You deserve it.”

“No, you deserve it! Thank you for this. I wouldn’t have ever thought of that and I’ve just been eating on the run and buying the cheapest of everything whatsoever and…” He pulled her to him and kissed her.

“So, did I earn a little… something…?” She gave him the look and he knew it was about to be ON before his shift tonight. She deserved it.

"The Taurus woman can be very possessive in love and quite jealous, but the Leo man doesn't mind this. In fact, probably enjoys it and finds it flattering. In reality he is unlikely to stray far which is reassuring for the Taurus woman who is seeking stability and commitment."

The twelve weeks that Jasper was pledging to his father’s old fraternity was hell. Not even because of the frat, but because of his personal life. He had gotten a little depressed working as hard as he worked and after a while, wanted to at least do something fun. So, he asked the tattoo shop owner about possibly becoming an apprentice. He was told to create a portfolio and after that, his boss would decide.

Jasper worked on some sketches in his little free time (usually at the shop whenever he didn’t really have much cleaning to do), and whenever Charlotte came over on his weekends, he drew different designs on her. “Jasper, this isn’t the same thing. Drawing on skin with a pen isn’t the same as when you’re drawing into someone’s skin with a needle…”

“I know. I just need to practice what I can,” he said. Charlotte ended up with all kinds of tattoo sketch potentials on her body over the weeks.

She was in Swellview and Henry nearly passed out, “WHAT is that???” He wondered. She looked in the direction of his eyesight and saw the orisha goddess she’d requested on her side, peeking out.

She laughed and raised her shirt a little more to show him. “Have you not been paying any attention to Jasper’s twitflash? He’s been using me as a canvas to practice sketches for a portfolio to be a tattoo apprentice.”

“That’s what those were? I didn’t really understand what I was looking at.” He opened the app to go check it out and wound up going through liking every single one of them.

“The apprenticeship would be unpaid, of course, but I’m hoping that he gets it, because once he gets a license, he’d be able to possibly make a lot of money. College kids are always at that tattoo shop.”

“Yeah, these photos have a lot of comments about how people want him to do theirs whenever they get one,” Henry said.

“People, or girls?”

Henry laughed, “Aren’t girls people?” She rolled her eyes. “Uh oh, I feel like I missed something.”

“So. He’s past pledging now and living in the frat house. It’s a little cheaper than his sucky dorm that he was in, so I’m glad for that. Plus, it’s more space there for him, despite all the guys that live there. Now, all of a sudden, all these women know who he is and they just… irritate me, is all.”

“That’s all?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, then.” She could tell from Henry’s face that he knew that wasn’t the case, but he didn’t press, so she spilled it herself.

Basically, during Hell Week, Jasper and other pledges were moving their things into the frat house wearing nothing but loincloths and sandals. Their sister sorority came out to ogle them and make unnecessary comments and whatnot and post pics and videos on their socmed. Charlotte never really got into the frat boy stuff that Jasper was doing, because it was frat boy stuff and she wasn’t interested. However, as Jasper is Jasper, of course, some manner of calamity has to follow him around. This particular event it manifested itself in the form of a wardrobe malfunction while he was carrying a box. Several frat brothers expressed that it would be illegal to post any images of said malfunction, though everyone present had a good laugh about it, and at least 30 girls got a good eyeful as he had to set the box down then figure out how to get that little piece of cloth back around his junk… which Charlotte discovered from all the upcoming whispers is pretty nicely sized.

She didn’t have anything to compare it to, so she figured that the size was great to her, but for some reason, other people knowing what he was working with and the increase of a following that he got afterwards, unnerved her. He always had women sliding into his DMs now and he laughed it off, but she knew that he liked the attention and it frustrated her that he did.

She wasn’t trying to be that way, but in her mind, what Jasper had was hers and she felt like she needed to reinforce that to others on several occasions. Whenever the sister sorority pledges had Mingle Night and Jasper had to take off work on the weekend to attend, she was frustrated that he could find it in him to ask for time off for that, but not to go to Swellview with her, any of the trips that she had made. She made one comment about it, but wouldn’t dwell on it, at least not out loud, anyway.

She usually skipped parties, so the time that he would make for social events, she either had to tough out a crowd of people that she didn’t really care for, or wonder how his night was going and who was taking up his time and space throughout the course of it. She was the one who had to try to make more time for them. She asked Henry if it was possible for him to visit them, for a change in October and it became a practice for her to visit Swellview once a month and Henry to visit them once a month. (Henry rarely saw Jasper whenever he did visit, though.

“Where are we going?” He’d asked as they were heading deeper into the campus.

“The outer gym,” she said.

“The outer gym?” Henry repeated.

“Yeah. Jasper has Dodge-a-leen training, then kite disc practice. He’ll be happy to see you!” Henry made a confused face, because did she say “kite disc” practice? “Dude, you really ought to at least glance at Jasper’s social media at some point.”

“I don’t even really have the time to glance at mine! I’ve been in college, too, Dude. Studying to try to be the heir to Junk N Stuff, plus training hard and working nonstop to take up the Man Cave duties. I only study during the week, sometimes on missions, because my time is so pressed. I do most of the night patrolling by myself. If you hadn’t set a call schedule for us, I’d probably talk to you just as much as I get to talk to Jasper… HELLO!” He said upon coming to the crowded seating area and seeing a bunch of pretty ladies in the bleachers. Some of them had on practice uniforms - cheerleaders, drill team, pep squad, etc. They were practicing, or having meetings. Others just seemed to be there.

“Our spot is over here,” Charlotte said. She had a spot. It was where several of the “alternative sports” fans sat. Alternative sports was what they were calling what Charlotte thought of as “fake sports” or at the very least “sweaty games.” Like Dodge-a-leen, which should not exist, in her opinion, but did and had an entire team that would go to competitions, representing the school. Jasper met a girl that he did a tattoo for who played something called kite disc, which was like frisbee playing, but with a damned kite attached to the discs. Players had to fly the kite and throw the disc to a partner, who in turn had to do the same. She hated it. But, Jasper immediately loved it, joined the growing league and fought for a team to be formed on the campus. She still couldn’t tell if she was impressed or something else about it.

As they settled into her spot, she asked Henry, “So, if you haven’t talked to Jasper, I guess he hasn’t told you about his new best friend?” She pointed at a tall, blond girl who was getting the equipment ready for kite disc practice while the Dodge-a-leen team was practicing several yards away. The blond girl waved at Charlotte and she waved back, hoping that her stank face wasn’t on.

“Um, no. Jasper has no new best friend, but whoever that is, is hot.” Henry admitted. Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Who is she?”

“They call her Ghost. Jasper calls her Casper, because he says that she’s a “friendly ghost.” She’s an athlete here. She loves kites and discs, so whenever kite disc was created, she jumped in and she’s the reason that Jasper took on another fake sport, despite his already busy schedule. They’re together A LOT. Jasper and Casper. Everyone knows he has a girlfriend, but most people think that’s her.”

Henry laughed, then apologized. “Well, do you like her? Is she good people?”

“She’s okay, I guess. I don’t really know much about her. She always tries to be really nice. She loves all the photos that Jasper posts of me and she seems to happy to see me whenever we cross paths. But… She’s super close with my boyfriend, you know? And I know that shouldn’t bother me, because Jasper is capable of having a platonic friendship with a woman in very close proximity. We did that for YEARS, but, then again… it eventually grew into something else and now, even that is… changing.” She said the last word so sadly that it startled Henry and he looked at her, watching Jasper, sweaty and pouring water down his throat now that Dodge-a-leen practice was ending.

“Hey… You two alright?” Henry wondered. She shrugged her shoulders. He felt bad that he didn’t know more about this. These were supposed to be his two best friends, and while he was grateful that he still had regular contact with one of them (he and Jasper did talk, but only in small intervals, or very spaced out conversations, the last one being weeks ago). Jasper was rushing over to Casper. They hugged and immediately started talking and laughing. Hello hugs, huh? Henry couldn’t say that was weird, not knowing whatever changes Jasper had made and not knowing Casper, at all. But, she pointed over to where they were and Jasper only just noticed him. He felt a way about that. Jasper smiled and came rushing over to greet him.

“Henry!” He cheered. “What are you doing here?” He didn’t hug Charlotte, Henry noticed, but maybe that was because he was all sweaty. But… he was all sweaty when he hugged that other girl. Maybe she didn’t mind?

“Ummm… Visiting. You took my friend’s Swellview visits away, so I gotta come all the way here to see her and I guess you too,” he joked.

Jasper looked like there was a slight flinch in his face for a moment, then he nodded and said, “I’m glad you’re here. Where are you gonna sleep?”

“Char’s dorm,” Henry said.

Now, Jasper definitely looked a way. “There’s more room in the frat house. You’re perfectly welcome to crash there.” Charlotte and Henry both looked surprised by that suggestion. He noticed and expounded, “I know we’re all friends, but we’re also grown, Bro. I don’t really want you and my girlfriend sleeping in the same bed.” He shrugged his shoulders and kissed her on the nose. “I gotta get back. We’ll talk after.” He rushed down the bleachers and back to the field and Henry was still stunned.

“Was… was he serious?” Henry asked. “You and me have been sharing a bed since before you even felt comfortable using the word ‘friend’ to describe him and now he wants to call dibs or something?”

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, “I mean, I guess he has a point, but it’s not like with me and you anything would ever happen.”

“Right. Even if either of us was remotely attracted to the other, neither of us would do that to him, or to our friendship! The nerve of him to suggest it, meanwhile, he’s giving that one girl sweaty hugs in front of everybody, knowing that you’re jealous of her and that people think that she’s his girlfriend!”

Charlotte scoffed, “What do you mean, I’m jealous of her?”

“Don’t try to play me, Dude. I saw it within five minutes.”

She flared her nostrils. He was right. “Well, you know… Jasper doesn’t always see the things that we see. He’s you know… innocent in a way. Well, innocent isn’t the right word. Naive.”

“He thinks because the ladies gossip about his big old thang he’s gotta come over here swinging it around?” Charlotte wanted to greet that comment with disdain, but she laughed, in spite of herself. Henry stood up, gesturing swinging around a big… package… and saying, “Don’t get in bed with my girlfriend like you’ve been doing for most of your life. Sleep thirty minutes away at the jock campus for less smart people in the institution…”

“Henry, stop!” Charlotte said, suddenly not enjoying it anymore. “This is their campus! And… that’s not even entirely true. This isn’t a movie, Guy. If you wanna stay in college or on a team, even a fake sports team, you’ve gotta make the grades. Jasper has excellent grades. He’s on the dean’s list, here.” Henry stopped and sat down, looking confused. “I help him study with the stuff he doesn’t get and the stuff that he does get, he tends to take in right away, so…”

“You help him study science and math, right? And the dude that once said batteries was gonna be the next power source is on the dean’s list?” Henry asked.

“Why do you do this to him?” Charlotte asked.

“What do I do?”

“You act like he’s stupider than what he is. He’s your best friend and you’re talking about him like he’s some brute that knocked into you at a bar.”

“I think that you’re maybe getting defensive. I was just fooling around. I love Jasp, you know that. It was honest fun. I’d pick with him the same way.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t like that. You know what he likes? Whenever people tell him he’s great and awesome and they love to just be around him and don’t fuss at him for getting sweat on them in his excitement to see them or crack jokes on stupid stuff that he’s said impulsively, because he thought he had to answer right away. He’s… already replacing you, Hen. For all we know, he’s already replacing me.” She messed with her fingertips. “He’s not as… interested as he used to be… in… you know…” Henry frowned. He was always interested in that area of their lives, but he certainly didn’t want to dive into it when they were having problems. “And I can’t help but wonder if it’s because here, I’M the lucky one. Here, he’s a budding superstar. Everyone loves him. He’s the life of the party, the heart of the team… I’m his uptight girlfriend who gets mistaken as his tutor, like all of the time, even with some of his frat brothers.” She laughed a little, then wiped her eyes, feeling silly for feeling how she felt.

“Have you talked to him about this?”

“Not in these exact words. Because, they sound pathetic, right? I’m out here at practices for stuff I don’t care about, just to get to spend more time with him. He has a ton of people to spend time with. I haven’t made one friend since I got here. I mean… I’ve already got TWO! I didn’t think I needed to add any, but he stays adding them in. Adding so many, I can’t even figure out where I fit anymore…” She felt like she was going to start crying and looked like it, so Henry sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her to pull her in, in case she needed that. Jasper noticed, from the field and missed catching a disc, which the kite was taking away, into the sky. He quickly caught himself and grabbed a grounding shot (it was just a sticky ball, heavier than the kite that if you threw it and it stuck to the disc, it weighed it down enough to bring it back. He got it, then he looked at Henry and Charlotte again, frustrated.

Intimate relationships between Leo men and Taurus women can be a flip of the coin. Either or troubled, and not for lack of effort. The innate stubbornness of both signs tends to rear its ugly head here most frequently.

If Henry was staying at Charlotte’s, so was Jasper, or if he had to ask Charlotte to stay over at the frat house to get Henry to stay, whatever, he wasn’t gonna leave them alone together, though. Charlotte had been insecure lately. Jasper, to the best of his ability, tried to reassure her that he wasn’t interested in any other women and that he wasn’t “tired of” her. That was a ridiculous thought. Had their sex life been less powerful than when they first started? Well.. Yes, but both of them were extremely busy and they really were just kind of squeezing in sexual stuff where they could fit it. Plus, he felt like she was just doing it nowadays to thwart him from cheating or looking around - stuff he wasn’t gonna do, anyway.

The best that it got for them was study sessions. Charlotte would make mock tests to help him study and they were multiple choice, which he answered by touching her in certain places. It was an amazing way to recall the information. He spent tests thinking about how it felt to touch her body and look into her eyes whenever she said an answer was correct and honestly… it was how he wound up getting all A’s now. He’d never been able to do so in the past. He’d make A’s in stuff he understood and be so far off on the stuff that he didn’t understand that his mother thought that he was either cheating in most of his classes, or “mentally retarded at math and science,” which he had to repeatedly tell her wasn’t appropriate and not actually a thing. Charlotte had convinced him to take an aptitude test their junior year, but he got nervous and felt so weird about it that the results weren’t accurate.

She got him to take another their senior year, at the end of the year and it was actually pretty helpful and put his talents into perspective. It made him more confident about finding some direction. Charlotte always added to his life and enhanced it. He didn’t know what condition he would be in without her. He seriously thought that if they weren’t together, he might be one of those people who was so filled with excitement and fervor who went into the world, got beat down and lost the light in their eyes. Instead, she magnified it. And yes, other people were noticing him, other women… but, he couldn’t understand why she would think that would mean that he would notice them.

She still also had time for Henry. He hadn’t been able to squeeze their best friend into his schedule, but figured that they both drifting away from him. Now, he felt like he was the one drifting away from them, and if he wasn’t careful, Charlotte might wind up being Henry’s light, instead. “That’s crazy!” He told himself, brushing his teeth in the locker room after his shower. “That’s crazy.” But, if there was one man that he feared MIGHT be able to get Char’s attention, it was Henry. He didn’t like feeling that way, because he wasn’t a jealous person, at all. In fact, Charlotte had accused him of not even caring if guys flirted with her (which technically, he didn’t) because he figured that it was the same for her as for him - nonfactors. It was only when she looked uncomfortable or like she might be being harrassed that he usually jumped in, ready to defend her space and her comfort. Jasper wasn’t a jealous person, no. But, he was extremely protective, especially of her. He wasn’t a jealous person, until it came to Henry and her. He wasn’t sure when it started, but whenever he saw them together, still happy to see each other. Still having fun, something possessive and territorial was stirred up in him.

He remembered things that he hadn’t really thought about in years or cared much about whenever he had thought about them - how people used to always think they were together, how they were friends almost automatically and he tried to become friends with Charlotte because he was scared she might steal his best friend. Even though she didn’t like him and never regarded him with warmth, he took a liking to her because she was Henry’s friend, therefore, they had to be friends or he might not be able to spend as much time with Henry! And then there were the dreams that they were having about each other shortly before she and Jasper became a thing. He never knew for sure if Henry didn’t actually have some feelings for her, the way that he kept trying to butt in when they were building their foundation. Now, they were on some shaky ground and Jasper just felt uncomfortable with Henry being there, with them like this.

He was overcompensating. He knew it, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Charlotte… didn’t seem as flattered as he was whenever she was acting crazy over him, but she didn’t call him out, either. She just sort of gave him disapproving looks and rubbed his shoulders a lot to smooth him over. Henry was another story. They bickered about his behavior, then they went on to bicker about the time that they weren’t spending together, and it eventually got to the point where Jasper said, “Our entire lives, I’ve had to be the one to always reach out to you, to come to you, to back you up and support you and be your friend. So, I decided that I was gonna focus on me a little bit more and you know what happened, Henry? We stopped being friends, because you can’t even be bothered to toss me a like on Twitflash and if I don’t call you first, THIS is what we have. We didn’t drift apart. I stopped reaching out to you and now you’re seeing just how much I was the one doing so.” Jasper’s fists were clenched and he added, “Charlotte’s the only person who ever makes an effort for me, and just… Don’t try to get in the way of that, okay?”

Henry was floored. Why would he ever try to…? Jasper got up, eyes red and damp, embarrassed and worried about how Charlotte would take that outburst. “I’m gonna go ahead and get out of your way and stop ruining everyone's good time. Call me when you get home safe.” He dared a kiss on her cheek, but she was looking stunned, still. She followed him outside. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say all of that…”

She shook her head and threw her hands into the air, “Jasper… I understand that you’re doing a lot of finding yourself and maybe that means that you and Hen don’t make it, but… I have to admit that I’m insulted that you for whatever reason think that I don’t have any autonomy in our friendship. Henry can’t get in the way of what goals I set for myself. Henry can’t damage something if it’s something that I’m working on, and whatever issues that you have with Henry, you two can try to talk out, but leave me out of it. I’m not taking any sides of something that I have nothing to do with, with two people that I love. It’s not fair.”

“I said I’m sorry, Char. I’m tired. I have to go home and get some sleep.”

“Okay,” she said, sounding and feeling defeated. Jasper gave her a hug. A desperate, tight, but soft thing that she sank into and just wanted to vanish with him inside of. But, then it was over and he was walking away. She felt like he probably needed her to go with him and stay with him, but Henry was inside and he was the one who had traveled the three hours to see her when Jasper most of the time didn’t travel the 30 minutes to do the same. She stayed with Henry and apologized for whatever that was. He brushed it off and insisted that he’d just do better, be a better friend. But, whenever he’d reach out to Jasper after that night, he was less available than before.

By the summer break, Jasper was definitely taking summer off of school, unlike Charlotte, who not only still had classes, but classes everyday. Henry wasn’t taking summer classes, either. Both of them had a chance to squash everything. In fact, Charlotte suggested that Jasper spend some time in Swellview, since he’d have more time. But, Jasper didn’t want to leave her when he finally had time to work on them. So, he was working and saving up for the upcoming semester, summer training for his alternative sports teams, doing community stuff with his fraternity since he was staying in the house but not in classes, and doing his apprenticeship too. His art was getting good. And people were super into getting free tats from Jasper Dunlop, aka Big Dog. Charlotte had gotten more used to sharing him with a fan base.

He began vlogging whenever he started his apprenticeship and called his channel ExJasperation, but still would use it if he ever decided to go back to podcasts. He talked about his friends, his frat brothers, his girlfriend. Charlotte didn’t make the time to watch his channel, but she’d hear things about it whenever she was on the other campus, or in the frat house. She got used to sharing him with an audience. He enjoyed being noticed. He enjoyed the limelight. She just had to shrink back a little, to make sure that she didn’t wind up in it. She didn’t care too much for that. Not in these settings, at least.

She was doing great in her academic circles, though. Not getting close to people. It was more like being in a room full of loners who loved their fields of work and could muster up the energy to talk about that for a while, then go back to their own devices. Even her calls with Henry decreased and visits became less doable, too. Sophomore year, they spoke less and saw each other occasionally. Junior year… seldom. And Jasper hadn’t really seen or talked to Henry at all, not including a few likes and comments on their social media every now and then.

Junior year marked a lot of significant changes, for all three of them.

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i wanna know about alllllllll your wips bc i miss gryles it's been 84 years

I know me too Nonnie I miss Gryles when will they return from the war ??? Let’s have a little bit from the ‘Gryles DJ Fic’ then (this one I promise I’ll finish at some point in 2019 yes). The whole premise of it is that Nick is some sort of Calvin Harris-esque producer/DJ.

“They kept asking about the new album too,” continues Aimee, “said we are nearing the deadline on your contract. Anna from Legal said the words ‘lawsuit’ and ‘damage fees’ at least twice. They’re going to sue our asses if you don’t have a fucking single ready by next month, and the best thing you find to do instead of making some fucking music is shag another model wannabe. This one doesn’t even look that good !”

The guy next to Nick seems to have retreated under the covers to protect himself from Aimee’s warth, but he stills blurts an indignant “what the hell” at her words. Nick agrees. What the hell.

But Aimee doesn’t seem to be finished. She paces back and forth in front of Nick’s bed, shacking her bright orange hairdo. “And of course, because of your shitty creative block, I had nothing to give to them. No demo, not even half of a first version. Nothing !”

“Hey !” interjects Nick because, apparently, being hungover takes away his survival instinct, “my creative block is legit ! You know I’ve tried to get back into making stuff, you know that ! But it doesn’t work !”

Aimee stops in her tracks and gives him a scathing look. “Well, you’re going to have to get the fuck over with it, because you’re back in the studio from next week,” she spats. “Andy apparently decided to take pity on you and he’s offered a deal. You produce the big collab they’ve managed to get you, and they’ll extend your album delivery deadline of an extra six months.” Aimee makes a frown at this, apparently disgusted by the thought of Andy from Polydor being nice and helpful. Nick can understand. He’s met him too. The man is knob.

“Who did they pull out of their hat, this time ? Please tell me it’s Britney. Am I doing a collab with Britney ?” asks Nick, now fully sat up on his bed. He sounds a bit desperate, but last time the record label had forced him to do a collab, it was with Meghan Trainor. Needless to say it had been a bit of a trainwreck. NME had called it ‘pure garbage’ and Nick had silently agreed.

“Oh, you’re going to love this one,” says Aimee with a nasty smirk. “They want you to produce a single with Harry Styles.”

Oh fuck. Nick is really going to die.

(From the fic WIP meme)

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Flour Girl {5} (Bucky x reader AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Wanda.

Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings: none! Mild swearing?

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Ahh!! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all of your love and support for this series. it means the world to me. There’s a lot more snark and sweetness coming up and I can’t wait to hear what your thoughts are!! Any and all feedback is appreciated. i adore you all. <3

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It’s a rotten morning when you’re awake even before your 4:30am alarm, unclogging a toilet. Your life was so glamorous. Mrs. Carter in 3G had called multiple times in the middle of the night and you finally answered, since she clearly wasn’t giving up. By the time you got back to your apartment, it was almost 5am. You were exhausted and now running late. Wonderful.

A brief, hot shower later and you were walking through the bakery into the safe space of your kitchen. Baking always put you in a calmer state after such a frazzled morning. But first, coffee. You added fresh grounds to the reservoir and hit the button to brew before tying on your apron and washing your hands.

It was a croissant day, so you pulled your chilled dough from the fridge. Carefully, you rolled it into a perfect rectangle and then folded it into thirds before wrapping it again. One more hour in the fridge and it would be ready to turn into croissants. The oven was on with the usual pastries baking when you got a text from “B”, and this time with an image attached.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you opened the attachment, excited and nervous. It was of a mug of coffee, still steaming, with the caption “Most important meal of the day.” No identifiable clues as to who your mystery texter was, and for a split second you were disappointed. Did you really want to know who it was? What happens then? Would you share who YOU were? That was too much to worry about so early in the morning.

Shaking off the thoughts, you clicked the icon for your phone’s camera and snapped a photo of your own mug of coffee with one word added. “Agreed.” Before sending it, you made sure nothing in the background would give the receiver any idea of your location. You hit send.

The oven timer went off then and you went about finishing all the pastries to sell and deliver. Wanda texted that the train was delayed and she would be a little late, so you took down the chairs and got the pastry case ready for the shop to open. Fresh coffee was brewing as Wanda walked through the door.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N!” she exclaimed immediately upon entering.

“It’s fine, seriously, I have things handled,” you assured her with a smile. “But I might have to duck back upstairs in a little while for a nap. Today started even earlier than usual,” you said with a tired sigh.

“Ooh. I’m sorry. Tenant problems?” Wanda grimaced.

You just shrugged. “Nothing I can’t handle. I’m off to deliver. If I happen to be gone when the food delivery truck arrives, will you text me? I won’t be far away.”

“Of course,” she agreed, tying on her own cute apron and pulling her hair back.

“See you in a bit!”

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Your last stop of the day at the Nest proved a little more difficult, since the most convenient parking spot was currently occupied by a Barnes Bakery delivery van. Of course it was. Walking a little further than usual, you arrived slightly out of breath with arms aching as you pushed through the glass door. You staggered the last few feet and placed the two boxes on the counter with a huff. It was then that you noticed your nemesis leaning on said counter. Again.

“Morning, Y/N. Late start today?” he taunted with a grin.

You might have replied more honestly then, but Clint had arrived so you held your tongue. “Limited parking on the street this morning,” you said with a mild glare at the curly-haired brunet. He looked well-rested and perfected styled as usual. Jerk.

Clint looked over the pastries and signed the invoice as you absently rubbed at a stain on the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“Everything looks good,” he replied, handing you the form. “I might have to change my order for next week, though. Just a few less items. I guess the more savory items like the bagels are selling better so I have a little less room for your stuff. Not to worry, though, people still like having options,” the blond patted your hand with a grin.

Trying to return the smile, you let out a shaky breath. “Of course, yeah. Send me an email of what you’d like to change. No problem.”

“Great. I’ll see you two later,” Clint waved before walking over to help a customer.

Jimmy said nothing, but felt content to linger and sip his cup of coffee without a care in the world.

Having recovered, you whirled toward him. “Feeling proud of yourself?” you asked with a withering glare.

He just shrugged with a smirk. “Well, I’m not unhappy with this turn of events. You know how it goes…supply and demand,” he annoyingly explained before taking another sip.

“Yes, I understand that concept. It doesn’t take a business degree to grasp it,” you spat back at him. “Did you have to hog the whole street, too?”

“Looks like I have another…” he glanced at his watch, “15 minutes before the meter runs out, so yeah, I do. No more deliveries, so I might just stay a little longer.” Jimmy pushed away from the counter and settled on a nearby chair.

Fists clenched at your sides, you took a deep breath and grabbed the invoice off the counter. One last glance his way and you left without a word. What an insufferable man. Reaching your car, you got a text and saw it was from Wanda. You rushed back to the bakery just in time to see a delivery truck double parked outside.

“Sam, hi!” you jogged up to meet the man on the sidewalk.

The handsome, dark-skinned man gave you a smile as you arrived. “Hey, Y/N. Just in time, any later and the company starts to charge for late deliveries,” Sam told you regretfully. He had been your regular driver since you had opened. He was always kind to you, but the company did have regulations to uphold.

Catching your breath, you replied. “I know, I’m sorry. Rough morning. I’ll get the cellar door open.”

Rushing through the bakery and briefly speaking to Wanda, you squeezed down the narrow stairs at the back of the kitchen hidden by a door and into the small cellar. Most business, especially food establishments, had to have a storage area but limited real estate meant it had to be underground. You could barely stand up in the cellar and hauling 50 pound bags of flour up the stairs wasn’t fun, but you made the most of it.

You unlocked the padlock from inside and knocked twice before pushing the heavy metal doors open. The knocking alerted anyone nearby to get out of the way. Sam assisted laying the doors flat and then climbed down to help set up the ramp along the stairs. The best way to get everything down the stairs, or at least the non-fragile items, was by sliding them down with someone who could catch them at the bottom. It also helped you check off ingredients as they arrived and you could make sure they were put away properly.

Sam hollered that he was ready to go and you gave him a shout that you were as well. It only took about 15 minutes to unload and catch the items, but by the end your arms were aching and your back was sore from bending down in the small space.

“That’s the last of it,” Sam called down to you, but your brow furrowed at that. Something didn’t add up.

Climbing up the stairs, you accepted the order invoice Sam handed you and you looked it over. “I’m missing a bag of flour,” you told him, concerned.

“Yeah, I know. It busted open all over my truck when I tried to lift it. The loading guys must have torn it. Sorry about that. We could try to get a bag to you tomorrow, but there would be a delivery charge,” he said apologetically.

Biting your lip, you weighed the possibilities. The delivery fee was a crazy amount of money just for one bag of flour and you just didn’t have the extra money. You always tried to order a little extra just in case, but without that bag of flour, you’d just have to cross your fingers that what you had would last you until next week.

“No, that’s okay. Just credit me the bag of flour and I’ll get more next week,” you decided.

“Alright,” he said, making the adjustments to your invoice. “Sign, please.”

After waving goodbye to Sam and locking the cellar doors, you checked in on Wanda at the front.

“Hey, Y/N. Business has been steady, but nothing I can’t handle if you want to take that nap?” she offered.

Pushing away the desire to sleep, you shook your head. “No. Thanks, though. I need to work on a few savory recipes I’ve been thinking about,” you said resolutely.

“Right now?” she asked, concerned.

“Right now,” you replied, squaring your shoulders.

It was time to fight back.

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Oh, snap!! She’s ready to fight!! Ugh, Jimmy and is bagels. And a photo from “B”!! Ahh!! Turned out to just be coffee, but I’d be nervous, too! And Sam!! yayyy!!! I love him. Such a sweetheart. It also occurred to me while talking to Becca that some might not know how croissants are made! Or croissant dough, as mentioned, so I added a link to a youtube video and I’ll link it right here as well. Trust me when I say any homemade croissant you buy is worth every penny! I’ve also been thinking about sharing recipes and/or doing short videos about make the baked items I’ve mentioned. Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in! I love you guys. Can’t wait to hear your thought!! Thank you for reading!! :)

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