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a little bit of sugar a little bit of spice & a whole lot of SASS seventeen. astranaut. small & mighty.

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jamesjhook:

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There were a few people he had no desire to see after the horrible time he had in Paris. Zarina was one of them, given how happy he figured she’d be at seeing how she made him suffer, but he wasn’t going to get rid of her anytime soon. He could honestly go without seeing someone like Tink again too but clearly he’d done something to seriously piss off whatever god there was in a past life. 

He was sitting with his feet in the pool, honestly trying to relax when he thought he heard someone talking behind him. The voice sounded all too familiar, but he repressed a groan and simply rolled his eyes. “Can I help you? I’m assuming you’re not just here to sign my cast.”

if there was one thing tink was used to hearing, it was gossip — back home there was always some sort of gossip running around whether it was with the housewives spreading morning gossip as she made her way out and about of her neighborhood, or at school where the following monday after a party, there was endless talk about what had happened during the weekend. which was why, when tink heard about what had happened to hook, the gossip had been music to her ears. one, because it made her feel a bit more at home but also because of what the gossip had been. hook and a broken arm? now that was something she had to see for herself, which was exactly what she did as she wandered around the complex looking for hook.

 unsurprisingly, after about fifteen minutes the petite blonde was able to track him down by the pool. a smirk forming on her lips as she walked toward him, stopping as she stood right behind him. “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” she asked, snickering at the sight of him. “no, not really,” she shook her head, “glad to know your common sense is up to date. honestly? just had to see if the rumors were true. though, now that i’m here, i’d love the name of the person who did that. i’d love to take them out for a drink or two. they did such excellent work.”

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maddenhatter:

 Madden had been on a plane for far too long with the urge to play piano. He’d barely given himself time to put his stuff in his room before he went to work. So, the piano in the place wasn’t exactly private, but at this point, he wasn’t going to be picky. He had more energy than he knew what to do with, his cousins were asleep, and that meant Jerry Lee Lewis. He hadn’t had a proper instrument in a month, and that hadn’t helped any. But of course, as was usual with The Killer, the music attracted an audience.

 “Hello. Sorry, I must have been loud..”

bored, exhausted, and antsy were some among the few things tink was feeling after having to have sat in a plane for what felt like ages. hour after hour, the petite blonde had tried to entertain herself with movies and window watching only to want to rip her hair out by the end of the second hour. the anticipation to return back to the states had been killing her, which was why as soon as she stepped foot back in her room to drop off her bags, she was out and about again. wandering the complex in more detail than she had before as she hadn’t had much time to check the place out when she first arrived. she’d been wandering around for about an hour now, headed nowhere in particular when a melody caught her ear. following it, she ended up in front of a piano played by someone she hadn’t seen before.

“hey,” she answered, tone nonchalant as she eyed the curly haired stranger and the piano. “i wouldn’t exactly say loud — i mean, sure, it was loud but your choice of song was what was more interesting, to be honest.”

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jamesjhook:

There was nothing James Hook dreaded more in life than running into his old friends. If one could even call them that after everything that they put him through. There were old friends he wouldn’t mind running into as much, but of course it had to be her. He could tolerate her in the past, but now not so much. If their mutual friend wasn’t already on his way to Paris, then he would bet his remaining fingers that she would be telling him she saw him. 

He was just lucky that no one he made friends with at Astra could see him yelling at the younger girl. It might ruin his reputation, which wasn’t bad for once in his life. The sound of her voice made him grind his teeth. In a split second, he was flashing her a wicked grin. “Me? Dramatic? I thought it was Pan that was always one for the dramatics, not me.” He bit his tongue to stop himself from continuing. Perhaps ‘make me’ wasn’t the best argument in this situation.

His eyebrows shot up, he couldn’t hide it anymore. Raising his sunglasses, he stared down at the girl. “Oh is he now? I think I’ll stay. You know, the rumors going around about my hand are amusing. People think I flipped someone off so hard the finger flew off my body.” He chuckled, “Or maybe hell hound would be more appropriate. One of those yappy dogs that no one likes. Yes that seems to suit you more, Tink. Even the name screams it.”

James pursed his lips, folding his arms over his chest. “I think they can, actually. At least I never maimed someone.”

running into james should have been more upsetting than what tink felt at that very moment — annoyance. he was never someone the blonde was found of while on good terms with peter and the falling out the two had, tink’s tolerance toward the older male grew ever shorter. the antics he carried himself bored her, always seemingly having to be the victim in all the stories that included him and peter. stories that tink had long forgotten until this very moment where she stood face to face with him. 

she was bored already, as she pushed out a stray strand of blonde hair from her face. eyes narrowing at him as she raised an eyebrow skeptically. was he trying to scare her? threaten her? the grin spreading on his face was sure sending some sort of message but tink was more amused by it than anything else. “i’m sorry, did i stutter?” she smirked, crossing her arms against her chest as she leaned her weight on one foot, letting her hip stick out. “yes, you, nimwit.” her face grew cold as the smirk from her lips disappeared into a frown. “oh, woe is me! look at me, poor james hook with my little lost finger,” she taunted, dramatically placing one hand over her chest as she waved her right hand in front of his face, pretending to be missing a finger from it.” 

tink snickered at his comment wondering how someone could possibly believe that he would have lost his finger by flipping someone off. “yeah? like a four year old?” she questioned. “dios mio. what morons have you been hanging out with?” tink remained unfazed by his insult, instead a small smile creeped at the corner of her lips. “mm, maybe. careful though hooky, yappy dogs tend to bite,” she placed her arms behind her back, taking a small step forward as she looked up at him, faking a ‘bite’. 

“oh!” tink placed her hand over her lips for a moment, as sarcasm dripped from her tongue. “that’s right. i forgot you were thy holy saint james, pure and innocent, who would never hurt a soul.” 

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cheflabeau:

“If you could choose to have any dish while we’re here in Paris, what would it be? Forget the cost, forget the accessibility - if you were able to eat anything, what would you choose?”

“uh—” green eyes shot upward and narrowed as tink racked her brain for an answer. what would she have? truth was, she wasn’t sure. paris wasn’t actually somewhere she had imagined herself ever stepping foot on, much less trying a real parisian dish. “would a bakery full of french pastries count? because that’s as far as my knowledge goes, to be honest.” 

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jamesjhook:

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James felt more uncomfortable in Paris. It was an unfamiliar setting, somewhere he hadn’t been despite traveling for the past 5 years. More romantic people would be drawn there immediately, but not him. It had been places like Barcelona, Rome, Pompeii, and other places where he could keep his mind occupied. Fancy museums and a giant tower held no appeal for him. He was thankful for the trip, but he was ready to go back to America.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he thought he saw someone familiar out of the corner of his eye as he stared up at said giant tower. In that second, he felt a phantom twitch from the missing part of his finger. His back tensed up and he took a deep breath before he lowered his gaze, turning to the side. He was glad that his eyes were hidden behind his dark sunglasses so the girl couldn’t see the flicker of fear in them as he glanced around. 

Finally, he settled his gaze back on the girl, pointing at her. “You. Where’s your keeper? I didn’t know they let little demons into Astra. Guess since they let me in, standards are low. They let anyone in,” his tone was smug as he smirked at the girl. No use in letting her know how nervous he was.

so far tink’s time in the astra initiative had been interesting to say the least. expecting to land in california, tink had been in for a surprise when her acceptance letter placed her in barcelona and in an eight hour plane right east instead of west, as she had originally thought. no big deal, really. but the whole thing with jumping from one country to another did take a toll on the petite blonde. 

spending her day getting some rest, tink had spent the first day cooped up in her hotel room getting some well deserved rest. recharged and ready to go, tink grabbed her small backpack and went her way. her fingers wrapped around a map she had picked up at the front desk, though it wasn’t very helpful considering she didn’t speak a word of french. the tiny girl stood at the corner of the street with a hand running through messy curls as she tried to make sense of the map in her hand. the unexpected voice being one she could recognize anywhere as she turned to face the familiar man. 

brows raised as tink placed a hand on her hip and titled her head toward his direction. while surprised to see hook in paris, she wasn’t annoyed by his presence — well, not really. more amused than anything else. “you?” she mocked, “dramatic much? god, hook. tone it down a notch, will you?” a small smirk curved on her face as blue eyes narrowed so slightly. his attempt at insulting her doing the opposite. 

“oh, you mean peter? don’t worry, he shouldn’t be too long. in fact, if you leave now you may have enough time to leave with all five fingers on your left hand,” she winked. “demon? awe. i’m so touched! you’re the sweetest” she chuckled. “well, like you just said — they let you in so ..” she pursed her lips and shrugged, “guess they can’t get any lower than that.”

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doeyedfaline:

it wasn’t the first time faline walked alone through a crowded city. her mother was free and adventurous like that, she‘d convinced herself that the best way of learning about life was through living it– mostly the reason why she was even allowed to enter the atra program. today, however was her first day in the astra program and her very first day walking the streets of barcelona all by herself. 

she’d heard about the architecture, she’d heard about the art, she’d heard about the food– but honestly, once she heard about a magic fountain she was convinced it was her place to be. a replacement for not being sent to italy instead to walk though the lover’s alley and walk up to the balcony and pretend the love of her life was on the balcony from across, holding her hand and whispering love songs…

she’d ended up at the magic fountain of montjuïc and nobody had warned her about the long stairs she’d have to climb before getting there. with only a bottle of green juice in one hand and her small purse on the other she attempted to climb the stairs, only to stop halfway there to drink her entire green juice in hopes she could summon some more energy. “i should hit the gym more often”.

rarely was tink the type to stay in a spot at once. back in new york, home was the streets of east harlem instead of the one bedroom apartment that her mom could barely afford. it was exploring the city where the petite blonde felt the most safe. her entire childhood known as la gringita who was passed around from one family to another, as mama bellanger was either off bombing on audition after another or getting fired from yet another job. the four walls of her room never feeling like her safe space. not back in new york, not in the complex, and certainly not in this beautiful city that tink was dying to explore. 

so she rose before the sun, making sure she had a satchel filled with the trinkets and pieces she stubbornly decided she needed to explore the city and went about her way. she’d been out for a few hours now, stopping at a small cafè to grab a quick bite before asking some of the locals what sight they recommended to see. she was determined to see as much as she could before she had to pack up her belongings and go back to the states. this day’s highly recommended sight was ‘fuente mágica de montjuic’ as they called it. a place they didn’t have to tell her twice to visit as the name caught her attention alone. 

pulling her polaroid camera as she was halfway up her journey to the fountain, she began snapping pictures of the view in front of her. taking pictures of the view of the city, the surroundings of the fountain, and the rest of the visitors that surrounded her. she had just snapped a picture of a doe eyed brunette in front of her when the girl said something. “what?” she asked. 

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“shit,” the petite blonde stood in the middle of the plaza with a pout on her lips as she flipped through the pages of her journal, trying to find the map that had been scribbled down for her. she’d been roaming around the streets for about an hour trying to find the small cafè the receptionist at the front desk had raged about. admitting defeat, she finally looked up realizing she had probably dropped it somewhere. locking her eyes on the first person she saw, she took a few steps toward them as she tapped them on the shoulder. “oye. sabes donde esta el caravelle?” she asked, a slight accent in her lips, “llevo casi una hora buscandolo y creo que ya estoy más perdida que un juey bizco.”