A musician comes out to the foggy cliffs to practice with the sound of wind and waves to back him, a performance he expects to be lost to the ocean. Little does he know, his music has drawn in an audience, one who is a little too curious.
@jaspvid-week day 1: Guidance/counselor/luck
"You survive it all, but can you really call this living?"
Okay, so, I was honestly torn on whether or not I'd even join jaspvid week because my adult jasper is a trans girl, and I was like "uhh, idk if having a trans girl in a normally mlm ship would fare well in the fandom", so this is more or less me testing the waters
They like to take day trips out to the coast and hang out until the sun goes down, sitting on the roof of Jasper’s old jeep to watch the stars and enjoy the peace. It gives Jasper a good excuse to wrap an arm around David and squish him close, under the pretense of ‘keeping warm,’ not that David needs a reason but he still likes to do the whole bit.
It's easy to get lost in Jasper's movements. Easy to match every step he takes, every turn, every pivot - they flow naturally like the river behind his house, easily maneuvering around each rock, each log, each obstacle in their way as though nothing can break their rhythm. When Jasper twirls him out with a grin, his grip remains strong as David is pulled back into Jasper's waiting arms, a giggle escaping David as he's held close to this stranger he swears feels more familiar to him with each passing second.
Which can't be true. He barely knows the man. But as Jasper continues to smile and spin him around, he finds himself dizzy with the idea of being around him more.
Maybe actually getting to know him.
Wouldn't that be simply divine?
Not So Dumb for Investing in Door Stoppers, Now Am I?
@jaspvid-week day 6: cycles/loops - in which two souls spend lifetimes looking for each other, over and over until they finally catch hold of each other, based on another @jubilantwriter production, linked above!
They’re making bread today. Or David is, and Jasper wants to help, so an impromptu bread-making lesson it is. They’ve added all the ingredients together and mixed it into a gooey mess and now he thinks they’re about to embark on the really messy part. The fun part.
David clears some space on the counter and sets out a large wooden cutting board. He instructs Jasper to sprinkle the surface with some flour before and he picks up the bowl and carefully turns the dough out, helping the last strings of the sticky mixture release from the container while Jasper watches on curiously. It looks gross and squishy and he’s kind of really excited to touch it. But he also doesn’t want to mess up David’s bread. But he wants to touch it.
“Alrighty!” David announces, bringing him out of his musings so he can pay attention. “There’s a certain way to knead the dough, I can show you first, instead of just telling you if that’s okay,” David offers.
Jasper turns to look at him, a big, silly grin on his face as the classic pops up in his head without a second’s pause. “Are we gonna do that scene from Ghost??” he asks in delight.
David snorts on a laugh at the suggestion, a blush dusting his cheeks both at Jasper’s excitement and the idea of the scene he wants to reenact. “I suppose we could,” he relents, earning a happy sound from his boyfriend. “Okay,” he says, clearing his throat as he walks up behind Jasper, wrapping his arms around him. “First of all,” he says in a very important tone, leaning in to plant a kiss on Jasper’s cheek, making the shorter man scrunch up in his arms with a snicker. “You’re so very cute,” David teases softly.
“Shut up, you’re way cuter,” Jasper snorts, turning his head to smack a real kiss to David’s lips, starting to turn entirely in his arms, seeking more of that contact-
“Did you actually want to learn, or are you trying to con a make-out session from me?” David chastises playfully, smiling at him.
“Okay okay, I’ll be good, teach me!” Jasper insists hurriedly, grinning as he turns back towards the counter with hands at the ready.
“Alright,” David says cheerfully, leaning in close against Jasper’s back and positioning their arms. “The dough will be sticky to start out with, don’t worry, that’s what the scraper and the extra flour is for,” he instructs, turning Jasper’s hands palm up and rubbing some flour onto each one from the measuring cup. “First, we’re going to flatten it out, use the heels of your palms and your body weight to push it out away from you,” he says, guiding the man’s hands to push the dough out in even directions.
The dough stretches out under Jasper’s touch, and it feels just as weird and sticky as he imagined. David continues, picking up the bench scraper and handing it to Jasper.
“Then we’re going to pull it up, use the scraper to help get it off the board, perfect, and fold it in half. It’s not too sticky, so let’s hold off on any extra flour, too much will throw off the balance of the dough. Now we’re going to repeat what you did before, push out the dough away from you. Perfect. Once it’s spread out, you’re going to do the fold again and give it a quarter turn.”
Jasper stares down at the dough as David guides his hands, feeling a hazy sort of comfort as they work together, that voice in his ear soothing and patient. David’s warm presence against his back, arms framing his, hands guiding. They knead the dough together, folding and turning and scraping, repeating the process. The whole thing puts Jasper into a comfortable haze, focusing on the repetitive task and David’s hands on his.
It’s nice, he likes doing things like this with David. The man is always delighted to teach him something when he asks and he loves the look on David’s face when given an opportunity to do so. He loves listening to him talk about his hobbies, loves the way he lights up when he’s invited to share these things with Jasper.
He smiles to himself. The whole thing is probably very similar when David invites Jasper to ramble on about his own topics of choice, video games or space or the beach, that warm smile David gets while watching and listening to him, how he’ll let Jasper go on forever with obvious delight.
“You’re so good at this stuff Davey, you’re really amazing,” he says after some silence, glancing at the ginger from the corner of his eye.
David goes a little red, his happy smile widening and crinkling the corners of his eyes in the way Jasper loves so much. God he’s cute. “Thank you, I’m glad you think so,” he says, turning to give Jasper another quick peck on the cheek.
David lets out a pleased sigh after that, leaning over his shoulder to look at the dough and clicking his tongue. “Well, I think it’s ready! Feel how it’s not so sticky anymore, it’s smooth and it’s keeping together?”
Jasper hums and picks up the dough ball, tossing it in his hands briefly. He gets the sudden urge to toss it into the air like a pizza dough, but he fights it down. Not today. “Ahyuh, what’s next chef?”
“Now we let it rise, so let’s get a clean bowl,” David says, moving away to a cabinet as Jasper feels the distinct loss of his warmth, making him pout as he holds the dough aloft. He eyes the creation, thinking he might need a second lesson on bread making, maybe a third…