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janeyseymour · 2 months

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Love Thy Neighbor- pt 5

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4

Summary: Melissa helps you out. It's not helping the feelings that you have for her.

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You’ve been teaching for a few weeks at Abbott a this point now, and you are eternally grateful for this job. You get to take Ellie with you to school, you don’t have to race around to pick her up after. The staff is nice enough, and your kids are wonderful. They absolutely adore you more than anything. Receiving drawings and cards is an almost daily occurrence, and it melts your heart- your students out in Utah never did things like this.

You work closely with Melissa during your preps to make sure that your room is going well, and any questions that you have you’re able to ask her. She’s so willing to help you with both big problems (realizing that you have no teacher’s manual for the science unit that you’re set to start the next week) and the small (standing in between your classrooms when you have to use the bathroom so desperately you’re afraid you’re going to get a UTI).

( “Fuck,” you curse softly during your prep while you’re ripping every drawer and cabinet open in your room.

“What’s going on, hun?” She magically appears in your doorway. “You look frazzled, and I can hear the cabinets opening and closing over in my room.”

“Shoot, sorry,” you turn and sigh softly. “I can’t find the science manual that I’m supposed to be basing these science lessons off of.”

“That may be my fault,” the redhead admits with a smirk. “I hated it, so I burnt it and made up my own lessons. You have all the materials for what you have to get done, and I can help you out at home tonight if you bring your planner home.”

“I’ll make dinner.”

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You’re squirming in your chair, desperate for the bathroom. But your kids are taking a test, and every time you pop your head out the door, there is no one there for you to pull into your room for a quick three minutes while you rush down the hall to relieve yourself.

Melissa appears in your door though to ask you a quick question, and she can immediately see the discomfort written into your face.

“Are you okay?” she asks softly as she makes her way over to your desk.

You shake your head. “I really have to-”

“Go,” is all she has to say for you to take off in the direction of the bathroom.

You come back a few minutes later, much more relaxed now. “Thank you. What’s up?”

“Just came to see if you needed any copies made- I’m sending Ashley to do some… woman’s driving me nuts lately.”

You roll your eyes fondly. “There’s a stack of papers there to be copied and filed if you want to send her in… and I can always come up with other ways to keep her occupied and out of your hair.”

“That would be great,” the redhead smiles at you softly. “Thanks.” )

All of these situations at school, combined with the ones at home are not helping the feelings that you have developed for the fiery redheaded second grade teacher.

At school, she’s sweet enough, but outside of school hours… it’s even worse.

You have your car now, but she still insists on carpooling with you.

( “It’s more cost efficient, and Jacob isn’t on my ass about burning too many fossil fuels now that we come in together,” she rolls her eyes.

“At least let me drive,” you sigh.

“Her booster is already in my car,” Melissa retaliates. “Just get in.” )

Ellie insists on spending time with her whenever she can, and when you think that it’s getting to be too much for Melissa, she’s waving you off and telling you that having the two of you around is the best thing that’s happened to her. She helps Ellie with homework while you’re lesson planning, she insists on making dinner at least twice a week, your little girl is on her hip at dismissal everyday and falls asleep- only for the redhead to shush everyone around her before she carries her out to the car, the two watch cartoons together and snuggle… she’s really stepped up and stepped in for your daughter when she needed some extra love and care.

And with doting on Ellie the way that she does, she’s also doting on you.

( “You eating enough?” she asks you one day when she sees that you’ve hardly touched your meal. You’re instead pouring over your kids’ essays and grading them frantically.

“I’ll eat after I finish grading these and putting them in,” you wave her off. “You and Ellie eat.”

“We already did, Momma,” your daughter says from the couch, reaching for the television remote. How’d she get there?

Before you can respond, there’s a forkful of gnocchi being held up to your mouth, and Melissa is sitting there giving you a look that says not to argue.

“Thank you,” you sigh softly as you open your mouth. She feeds you the rest of your dinner, despite your daughter begging for attention from the redhead.

Only when you’re finished eating does the woman go and pull the little girl on the couch into her lap.

You continue to grade until you have both of them standing at your side. Or, Melissa is standing at your side while Ellie is clinging to her, settled on her hip.

“Momma, you have to come tuck me,” your little girl yawns out. “Miss Mel said it’s bedtime.”

You glance up at the clock to see that it is indeed Ellie’s bedtime. Your heart melts at the thought that the redhead has so seamlessly integrated herself into your life that she not only knows your daughter’s bedtime, but is able to implement it without your daughter making a fuss over it.

The two of you get the little girl into bed and read with her before flicking off the light. You make your way back to the kitchen table to continue grading, and when you expect her to leave, she instead sits down and takes a hefty portion of the grading that you still have to do. Her glasses are on her face, and her eyes are trained on the work in front of her. She grabs one of the pens that you have sitting on the table and opens it to mark a few things.

You’re so busy watching her that you forget to continue grading yourself. She nudges you gently.

“I’m tryin’ to help you, hun,” she chuckles. “You gotta do some work though too.”

You take the graded papers are start entering them into grade book with a sigh. With the two of you working together, grades get put in rather quickly. You can’t help but grin at her sleepily as she grades the last one for you, and you enter the number.

“I think you just saved my life,” you sigh softly. You lay a gentle hand over hers and squeeze it gently.

“I think you need some sleep, hun,” she tells you gently. “Get to bed, and I’ll see myself out.”

“Or we could just hang out on the couch?” you suggest. “I like when you’re here with me… and I love when it’s me, you, and El, but having some adult time is nice.”

She chuckles but nods and leads you to the couch. She settles into the corner of it, and you slide in next to her, grabbing a blanket.

It’s warm, it’s domestic, it’s cozy. Her arm is draped around you lazily, your head nuzzled into the crook of her neck as you curl up and find a program to watch.

You doze off, and you’re not quite sure for how long because the next thing you know Ellie is climbing on top of you with tears in her eyes. Melissa is still there with you, eyes opening blearily.

“Momma,” the little girl whines and settles herself, half in your lap and half in Melissa’s. “Miss Mel.”

“What’s wrong, sweetness?” you ask her gently, teasing the little wisps at the base of her neck. You press a delicate kiss to her temple, and you see Melissa also move the arm not wrapped around you to soothingly rub your daughter’s back.

“Bad dream,” she mumbles as she lays against the two of you.

You sigh softly. “Do you want to talk about it, or try to head back off to dreamland?”

“Dreamland,” she yawns as she rubs her eyes. “But I want you and Miss Mel with me.”

At the mention of her, the redhead’s eyes widen just slightly.

“Please,” Ellie mumbles as she curls into your neighbor’s side. “Please.”

“Momma will come lay with you,” you try to placate softly. You attempt to pull her into your arms, but she desperately reaches for the woman next to you. “We won’t all fit in your bed, sweet girl,” you tell her.

“Momma’s bed,” she mumbles as she wiggles out of your hold and into Melissa’s. The redhead glances at you, and you shrug.

Knowing that if you deny Ellie right now, she will have a meltdown, and you just don’t have it in you to deal with that. You nod, praying to God that your room is clean.

“Mel can stay for a little bit,” Melissa tells the little girl in her arms. “Until you fall asleep.”

The three of you make your way to your bedroom, Ellie sandwiched between the two of you in bed. Ellie clings to the redhead as she starts to fall back asleep. Melissa hums a sweet little tune before she quietly starts to sing a lullaby in a different language. You realize that it’s Italian quickly, and her voice is so gentle and smooth- even at the soft volume. While it lulls your daughter to sleep, it also lulls you to sleep.

When you wake up again to your alarm, Ellie’s little head pops up from Melissa’s chest before flopping back down gently. If the redhead wasn’t already awake, she is now. “Oof.”

“You stayed,” Ellie whispers.

“I didn’t really have a choice when you decided to use me as your body pillow,” the woman chuckles softly.

You look over at your girl, who is in fact fully on top of Melissa the way that she usually lays on you after a nightmare.

“Oopsies,” Ellie grins. She doesn’t look sorry in the slightest. Then she jumps up. “Time to see Mrs. Howard?”

“Yeah, sweetness,” you chuckle. You love that she adores her kindergarten teacher. “After we get ready, and you have to let Miss Melissa up.”

She uses the two of you as launchpads to sprint into her bedroom, and the two of you fall back into the pillows gently. You turn your head to look at her.

“Thank you,” you say softly, a smile on your face.

“For?”

“Being here for El and me,” you sigh. “It’s made this adjustment to this new life a lot easier.”

Her eyes are so warm as they stare into your own, and she flits her gaze down to your lips.

As much as you want to kiss her right now, you know you shouldn’t. It would be unprofessional… and you have morning breath. Instead, you throw the blankets back on your side and roll out of bed.

She watches you. She’s thought you were gorgeous for quite some time now, but in the morning when you’re just you and not ‘Miss Y/N’ may be her favorite look of yours.

“Stop,” you laugh awkwardly as you feel her gaze while you try to pick out your outfit. “I look like a mess right now, and you should be getting ready for work too.”

“You’re stunning,” she tells you honestly. “But yes… I should probably head over to my apartment to get ready.” She rolls out of bed and starts to make her way out when you catch her arm gently.

“Thank you,” you say softly as you squeeze her arm.

“Of course.”

She heads for the front door, and you can hear Ellie yelling her goodbyes from her bedroom.

“I’ll be back in a little bit,” the redhead promises. “And then we’ll go to school together. I think your momma’s driving too.” The door closes after that, and as you get ready, you let your mind wander about what would change if you decided to just say fuck it and kiss her again. The two of you would probably end up together…

But really, with her across the hall and practically being a part of your family already, what more would change? Not much. But if you were to date and then split? That would be… hell.

Maybe she’s worth the risk though. You shrug in the mirror and shake your head as you try to focus on what has to be done today.

Maybe with time… only time will tell.

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desdamona-evangaline · 3 years

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Karma, Kayano, Nagisa and Sugino were excited. Well. Kayano, Nagisa and Sugino were exited.

“Are we really going to spend our Friday night looking at bones?” Wines Karma.

“Come on, they got a new exhibit! It’s the fourth largest bone found ever!” Said Sugino.

“”I heard it’s a dinosaur hip.” Chimed in Kayano.

“Plus,” said Nagisa “Koro-sesei said it would be a learning experience”

“Fine whatever”

Kayano leapt to her feet “Forget the bones!”

Exclamations of dismay ensued. Karma had just gotten on bored.

“No, no! Apples releasing a new iPad! And giving away free ones as a promotion! All we have to do is make a video about apples to win!”

“Come on, I want to see the museum.” Said Nagisa.

“I’ll help” said Sugino. “We’ll get Okajima to film.”

“Yes! Get ready. I feel a brainstorm coming on”

They grabbed a napkin and started drawing their heart stopping Apple based videos. This would be epic. Tales of Apple drama, costumes, lighting. This would be bigger than the Titanic!

“Didn’t that sink?”

“Shut up Karma!”

Karma laughed at their antics. Nagisa on the other hand frowned. “I wanted to go to the museum. It’s closed for repairs for a week starting Saturday.”

“We can still go”

“Um....” Nagisa mumbled vaguely. Things had been a tad... awkward since Karma had come back. They hadn’t really hung out together for long since the whole.... friendship break up. He didn’t want to be stressed all evening.

“Look, it’s fine. It’s not like... a big deal.” Pointed out Karma.

“It’s just hanging out.”

“”I guess. Sure”

Kayano popped up smiling. “Aww, like a date?”

Nagisa nearly fell off his chair. Oh God. Mortified.

“No, not a date” hissed Karma. “Just. Hanging out.”

“Have fun on your .not. date.” She cooed before running for dear life. Sugino looked at Karmas face and made a swift exit. Nagisa’s was trying to fight his blush. Oh God he was all red. Idiot!

“It’s not a date.” Karma said again, rather forcefully.

“Just. Hanging. Out”

“Got it.”

“See you at 7”

Karma casually walked away praying his face didn’t rival the colour of his hair. He was not going on a date with Nagisa. And his heart certainly wasn’t beating any harder than normal. Nagisa buried his head in his school bag. It wasn’t a date. Stop panicking! What should he wear?

It took Kayano took zero seconds to convince Okajima to film their video. The thought of an IPad with high zoom camera filled him with glee. Disturbing glee but glee all the same. Nakamura’s blackmail sences were tingling. A date? Between the two most oblivious boys in the class? She new what she was doing this evening. She grabbed Hinano. Now her sights were set on the boys she needed a new accomplice. The girl was easy to convince.

“Finally!! My OTP!!”

“Whatever, bring your binoculars.”

“Trust me. We won’t miss a single second of this legendary meet up”

After school Kayano, Sugino and Okajima asked/begged/bribed Koro-Sensei to fetch them costumes. Their grand idea? An interpretation of apples through ballet. The competition would never see it coming. Kayano wore a green tutu, Sugino a red ballet jacket and shorts. Okajima stood by with the camera. The only problem? None of them knew anything about ballet.

“Don’t you like.... stand on your toes? And sort of spin?”

“I think I can do an arabesque.”

“Jumping is involved?”

The bone museum was just as eventful as one could expect. By which it wasn’t eventful at all and Karma was going insane.

“Are we done yet? It’s a rock! It’s not like it can move”

“It’s a fossil and I want to look at it a little longer”

“It’s a grey rock. I’ll find you 20 outside, can we go now?”

“Don’t you think it’s lovely?”

“It’s almost as picturesque as you my darling little bon...”

“I will hit you with the bone if you finish that sentence”

The Apple ballet plot line was fabulous. Stupendous. Electronic. But the skills? Less so.

“Just twirl. Twirl. Kayano for the love of God TWIRL!”

“I’m basically standing on my big toe do you think this is easy!”

“Sugino, you twirl then!”

No response came from the pile of body that used to be Sugino. Arabesque’s were harder than you’d imagine. Okajima dumped the camera and leapt onto the podium they were using as a stage.

“Just go on one leg and spin like this!”

Kayano didn’t know exactly what happened. After blacking out for a moment she came to under a desk, Sugino’s knee on her head and Okajima stuck in a broken floor board. Time for the good old YouTube tutorial.

Karma kicked himself internally. What was he doing? Why did he say that? This was supposed to be a causal meet up between friends and he was ... flirting? Could you even call that flirting? What ever it was it certainly wasn’t casual. Nagisa was staring straight ahead at the bone. Stop blushing stop blushing stop blushing. Karma was just teasing. This was not. A. Date. He didn’t really mean it. Blushing harder under Karma’s grin, he fought off any unacceptable emotion. But.

He had called him lovely.

Hinano and Nakamura lurked behind a display of elderly bow ties. They came armed with a romance magazine including a stage by stage guide to love. Stage one. The Compliments. Already a solid start. Hinano screamed internally.

“Lovely?” Thought Nakumura. Interesting choice. He’d have to up the anti if he wanted to get anywhere with Nagisa. The boy was completely oblivious. Get down on one knee and he’d ask if your shoelaces were untied.

“I’m hungry.” Announced Karma, formally ending their bone viewing.

Since it wasn’t a date they didn’t plan on getting dinner anywhere fancy. What they were getting was barbaque food. From a literal hole in a brick wall. The smell alone was enough to throw romance out the window.

“It smells like..”

“Best not to think about it.”

“My leg is broken”

“Your leg is not broken”

“It’s broken!”

“Sugino your fine! Do the jump!”

“I swear to God Kayano I quit!”

“If you quit I’ll make you wish you’d never been born!”

All in all, thought Okajima to himself, letting the camera roll through out the afternoon showed scenes more entertaining than traditional ballet ever could.

“That is the most disgusting food I’ve ever seen” hissed Hinano.

This couldn’t be right. Even Karma couldn’t be idiotic enough to bring a date to this mess of a restaurant. They were sitting on the side walk for goodness sake. And the guy running the place looked like he was considering a murder. Come to think of it that’s probably where the meat came from.

“This tastes terrible Karma. Amazing job!”

“Karma laughed and took another bite of the thing that resembled a burger. See? They could hangout. No feelings. Just good friends. Nagisa was just a good friend who was illuminated by the white street light like an angel. Who’s eyes almost glowed and who was sitting close enough to Kiss...”

“OTP for life!!!” Hissed Hinano as Nakamura punched the air. 10 more inches. 5! 4, 3, 2

Nagisa’s phone made all 4 of them jump.

He answered to hear Kayano’s frantic whispers.

“We need help. Susan needs a hospital!”

“Hospital? Who’s Susan?”

“We were pirouetteing” explained Kayano as she dodged a thrown plate, “and Sugino accidentally threw me into a tree, the branch broke and I fell on a deer. Her antler broke! Her names Susan and she’s trying to kill us!”

“I don’t think girl deers have antlers”

“THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU SHOULD BE TAKING FROM THIS CONVERSATION!”

“Alright I’m on my way. Karma, we need to go save Kayano and Sugino from a distressed deer.”

“Sure” he muttered. “Why not”

Nakamura comforted Hinano. She would kill that deer with her own bare hands. Or maybe with a baseball bat.

It took a long time to get the deer into an animal hospital. He (or she) was a biter. The nurses criticised Karma’s method of transportation. In fairness it did look pretty odd when they arrived dragging a basket full of deer tied up with fairylights. But, as Karma argued, they did arrive at their destination. All they had to do now what wait as the nurses got the animal painkillers and possibly anger management therapy. Now Nagisa, Kayano, Sugino and Karma were in the waiting room recovering.

Exhausted Nagisa rested his head on Karma’s shoulder. Not in a romantic way or anything.

“Awww” cooed one lady.”Your such a cute couple”

“Oh! No.” Said Nagisa quickly lifting his head.

“We’re just friends.”

“Why?”

“Ummm”

“You’d be great together” man joined in.

Karma shook his head “no, all the dating stuff wouldn’t work out”

“If I may chime in,” Said another guy in a hat.

“Are you avoiding romance because of your fear of separation?”

“My what?” Karma looked personally insulted. “I don’t have a fear of separation”

“Listen young man” said a women behind Nagisa.

“You need to reassure that red headed fellow you will always be there for him.”

“I don’t want to talk about this” said Nagisa, mortification flooding through him.

“Perhaps that’s what’s driving you apart” said hat guy. “Your worried he won’t appreciate and except your efforts”

Sugino and Kayano took turns holding vending machine popcorn.

“No, I just don’t want to date him. Karma’s my friend”

“Is he. Or is he just putting up with you” asked some girl to the left.

“Excuse me?”

“Hey, I’m just telling you what you tell yourself buddy”

Karma stood up angrily. “Let’s stop this right there, our love life is none of your business”

“So you do have a love life?”

Two nurses restrainted Karma from attacking the hat guy.

Nakumura crashed through the door with Hinano at her heels.

“Everyone shut up! It’s time for your moment! Stage 3 happens 4 hours into the date! You have 86 seconds!”

“The hell are you talking about?” Yelled Karma as Nagisa buried his head in his hands.

“Oh God!” Screamed one women, “It’s about to get real!”

“Lady you need to chill” hissed Sugino through his popcorn. “Karma! This is your time! Tell him how you feel!” Wailed Hinata.

“What is going on?” Whispers Nagisa.

“It might be too late soon!” Called hat guy.

“Am I dead?” Whispered Nagisa.

“Do it! We support you!” Yelled the nurse.

“Am I in hell?” Nagisa asked himself.

“Take the initiative Karma! Kiss him!”

Kamra threw himself at Nakamura with the sole intent to kill.Nagisa tackled him.

“No killing Nakumura. Or me after this”

The audience gasped. Hinata cheered. Kayano clapped. Nagisa kissed. And kissed. And kissed.Silence. Staring down at Karma Nagisa waited for his fist. It never came.

“I can’t believe this was our first date. Do-over?”

The whole room cheered.

The next day Karma and Nagisa headed out for first date round two. Nakumura and Hinata spread the news. Kayano and Sugino met to discuss their aid to the Karmagisa cause. It was worth it, even though they never got an iPad.

Then Sugino frowned

“Hey, what happened to Okajima?”

Okajima bowed as he received his prize. His short film “What two mental ballerinas would do for an iPad” won him first place. Life was good.

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magic-and-moonlit-wings · 5 years

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Chapter 39: Many Matters Up For Consideration

Content warning for this chapter: some unintentional misgendering of a gender-fluid character occurs. Walt knows Bernie's preference is "if it's unclear which pronoun set I'm currently using, use 'they/them'," but Walt is also out of practice checking if there is a pronoun set Bernie is currently using other than 'they/them', and so refers to Bernie as 'they/them' while the audience knows Bernie is using 'she/her'.

Becoming the Mask

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"So, what did Blinky say when he dragged you off earlier?" Toby asked Jim.

The Changeling rolled over in his sleeping bag and propped himself up on one arm, facing the bed.

"He apologized for some stuff he said when he found out what I am, and he told me where troll babies come from. Whelps incubate in Heartstone chunks called 'birthstones' – which I think explains the thing about Gunmar's Birthstone being 'a rotten Heartstone'. It makes a lot more sense now. Like calling someone 'a bad seed' or 'a bad egg'. Birthstones are kind of like fish eggs, except both parents fertilize it externally. And it takes thirty years for one to hatch."

"Wow."

"I know, right? I wonder if some Changelings might've been taken as birthstones instead of whelps. I mean, it's got to be easier to carry a rock than a squirmy baby. I know I'd already hatched by the time I was changed, because I kind of remember it, but that's probably just so we actually know stuff by the time the age pause switches over to our Familiar."

"You remember getting turned into a Changeling?"

"Kind of," said Jim again. "It hurt a lot, especially my hands because I grew an extra finger on each one. And there were other Changelings there, too, and … our Creator."

He said the last part softly. Toby took that to mean Jim didn't want to talk about it. Them. Whatever.

"… Do you remember anything from … before? Like, your first family?"

"No, that's mostly blocked out. I half-remember being warm? And some blurry noises and smells? But I don't know if any of those are real memories or just something I invented. Like, I figure one of my parents must have been blue, but I don't remember that, I just think it because I am. And I've always been really drawn to soft things, so I think one of them might've had fur and I subconsciously remember that? But I don't actually know."

Toby didn't mean to snort, really, but –

"One blue and one with fur? So, Blinky and AAARRRGGHH?"

There was a moment of silence before Jim huffed amusedly. "Well, Blinky did just give me The Talk. But if I were going to claim any troll as my dad, I'd probably say Stricklander."

"Wait, if you guys are both Changelings, doesn't that make you the same age?"

"No, no, he's, like, centuries older than me. Enrique's around my age, though."

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Bernie increased magnification and switched forms. It was a habit of hers. Trolls and humans had evolved in different lighting conditions, so troll eyes could catch a detail that human eyes could not, and vice versa.

Bular's death was tragic, of course, a deep setback to the Order's plans and an agonizing blow to the Underlord (or would be, once someone was brave enough to bear the bad news), but his remains offered a wealth of knowledge. Bernie intended to wring every scrap of information possible from the stones.

The Janus Order had not had troll remains available for study since before most of Bernie's lab equipment had been invented. Changelings who died in troll form tended to explode. Bernie had samples of the dust and was eager to see how Bular's chemical composition compared. She felt like a human paleontologist studying a mostly intact dinosaur fossil after decades working with tiny bone fragments.

First she was running a series of passive tests on the stones. More intrusive testing could wait until she and Otto and Stephan had rebuilt Bular enough that she could take samples from pre-determined areas. There could be any number of factors differentiating between what had been his horn or his stomach or his tail, and the chemical analysis would run more smoothly if she knew what she was testing.

The stones were not responsive to blacklight and showed no response to infrared other than warming up. Bernie hadn't quite dared expose Bular's remains to ultraviolet light yet – it shouldn't do anything, with the tissue already dead, but she didn't want to risk degrading the samples so early on when there was such a finite quantity. She was using infrared and ultraviolet cameras as well as a standard one to record everything.

"So far," said Bernie aloud to the video cameras, "Bular seems to be composed of a sedimentary version of the same mineral that comprises Changeling dust. That suggests we aren't as different from unaltered trolls as previously believed. Possibly the changes are more noticeable in live tissue."

She wished he had been willing to provide tissue samples while still alive. The Son of Gunmar had made it clear in life he was not interested in indulging Changeling curiosity. Decades ago, Bernie developed a formula that should work as a sunblock for trolls, but the Gumm-Gumm prince had taken offence at the request that he, as the one sun-sensitive troll available, consider testing it, and the Changeling scientist had gotten broken ribs and a broken wrist for the 'insult'. After that, Bernie stopped asking for the troll's aid in experiments.

Between comparing Bular's remains to Changeling dust and cross-referencing that with some of the old notes recovered from the Pale Lady's workshops, Bernie might be able to reverse-engineer how Changelings were made. Their numbers were limited with their Lady currently inaccessible, but if new technology could substitute for raw magical power, then their numbers could grow once more.

Bernie would meditate at the gramophone to seek Her Ladyship's approval before actually trying to recraft the formula, of course. Bernie Sturges was a lot of things, but not a blasphemer.

(Bernie thought of herself as 'Bernie' all the time, regardless of how her gender fluctuated, but classically-gendered names like 'Bernard' and 'Bernadette' were a useful verbal shorthand, to sidestep having 'the pronoun conversation' with every casual acquaintance and speed up telling those 'in the know' which pronouns to use at the moment.)

She switched back to human form to write a few more notes. She liked having a written record as well as audio-visual.

"The fact these remains are Bular's, specifically, raises another possible field of comparison," Bernie mused. "A comparison to the Eye of Gunmar may yield vital data, not only on how our eyes work, but on how genetic ties manifest in living stone. It is hypothetically possible some Changelings are related and don't know it."

Maybe siblings, maybe cousins, maybe an aunt or uncle and their niece or nephew.

"Will investigate the vault and determine which security measures I need to override to access the sample."

Bernie had been living on the base since Stricklander had sent the Order into deep cover. She was between human identities at the moment, so her disappearance would draw less notice in the world above than trying to slap a new cover together in a rush. Fortunately, she maintained a small apartment just off the lab, in case of projects which couldn't be left unsupervised.

The base had three underground stories. Bernie's lab was on the middle one, but off to the side so that any explosions could be contained by the emergency blast doors and nothing was directly above or below.

The vault was down a level and on the opposite side of the base. It had been built to store the gramophone, before it was determined that the magical wards interfered with the signal, pieces of Killahead Bridge, before construction had begun, and two other artifacts which were considered too vital to move about without direct instructions from the Order's head or the Pale Lady herself.

Bernie swapped her safety glasses for a mask and brought a few of her smaller scanners along. If she could get into the vault, she could run some tests on Gunmar's Eye before reporting the security system's weaknesses.

To her surprise and concern, the Order's head was already standing at the vault's door.

"Stricklander," she greeted. Bernie never bothered with introducing herself to him, because –

"Dr Sturges."

– Stricklander always called her that. She had a few doctorates by now, from decades infiltrating human universities to keep up with their scientific progress. 'Bernadette Sturges' was not so accredited as 'Bernard Sturges' yet, but the degrees under Bernadette's name were more recent.

"I'd like to access the Eye of Gunmar," she said, because it wasn't like Bernie had any other excuse for being on this level and Stricklander usually supported her studies.

"… Why?"

"I've been examining Bular's remains," which he'd know if he'd read the reports she'd been leaving on his desk, but he might not have been to his on-base office recently, "and I wanted to do a comparative study. Since we know they're related."

Stricklander frowned.

"You have fortunate timing, Dr Sturges," he said after a moment. "The Eye of Gunmar is about to be moved to a classified location." More classified than a secret underground bunker? Well, if Stricklander was the only one to know where the new location was, that would be more secure than a vault most Changelings knew about. "I see no problem with you studying it under supervision for the next few hours."

Opening the vault was a complicated affair. There was a Changeling lock, of course, to keep out any other trolls or humans who somehow got into the base, and then a combination lock, and then some other form of combination lock involving floating, glowing runes that Stricklander rearranged into what was probably a password – Bernie could read trollish but it still looked like gibberish – and then some kind of scanner for which Stricklander changed to his troll form.

Inside was dark and surprisingly spacious. Perhaps not surprising, considering it had held about half of the Bridge at one time. There was a shelf along the back wall, which held two boxes, kept a respectful distance apart from one another. Each box sent a faint light up the wall and to the ceiling.

Bernie was mildly surprised that both boxes were open. One would think they'd be kept sealed so that, on the off-chance a thief made it this far, they might still grab the wrong artifact.

One, the Eye of Gunmar, glowed blue. The other, the Inferna Copula, glowed golden.

"I should study the Inferna Copula as well," said Bernie. "Not now, but at some point. Legend says it's a metamorphosed piece of Angor Rot's own flesh, which he sacrificed as an offering to our Lady when he swore himself to her service."

Stricklander took the box with the eye. Bernie stayed near the vault door, ready to bolt for it if her presence set off another security system.

"He could avenge Bular," Bernie realized. "He's slain Trollhunters before, in our Lady's name."

Stricklander let out a sharp but quiet gasp. He handed Bernie the eye box and took the ring box.

"I think I had best keep this close for now."

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Walter was nearly positive that Dr Sturges was working with Otto. Sturges hadn't been told the full story of Bular's demise, or they wouldn't be so open with Walt about their current project.

As Sturges examined Gunmar's Eye, talking to the various recording devices set up in the lab, Walt examined Sturges' notes. Sturges had copies of papers recovered from several of the Pale Lady's workshops, which the Order's linguistics and cryptography team had done their best to decipher and translate. Sturges was no linguist, and only a hobbyist cryptographer, but insisted on having copies of the original pages as well as translations.

The papers Walt was studying had to do with Angor Rot.

Angor had turned to the Pale Lady midway through Gunmar's first war for the surface. A few history records that Jim had recovered from Blinkous' library claimed Angor had been a hero, once, defending trollkind from the Gumm-Gumms. Perhaps that was what had driven Angor to Morgana, seeking the same power that her rival Merlin had bestowed on the Trollhunters?

If so, it seemed she had gifted him with even greater power, because at least four Trollhunters were confirmed to have died at Angor's hands, and half a dozen more were rumoured.

Angor was controlled by the Inferna Copula, the ring which contained his soul. Wielding it was hazardous; every past bearer had died gruesomely, either as or shortly after it was taken from them. The assassin himself had vanished centuries ago, supposedly having been imprisoned by Merlin, but the Janus Order had acquired his ring.

Walt could not let Otto get it. If there was a chance Angor Rot was still alive, Otto could set him against Jim, and Walter himself.

But, looking at Morgana's notes about her Champion, and the weak and sentimental heart which brought him to her … If Angor were alive, and Walt were to get to him first …

It would be a foolish quest; more foolish than the quest for the Triumbric Stones, considering that those, at least, were known to still exist.

Walt couldn't just pack up and leave Arcadia. It wouldn't look entirely suspicious to his fellow Changelings, for him to up and leave the town guarded by a Trollhunter strong enough to slay Bular, but it could incite panic and mass exodus.

And who could he leave in charge in his stead, who wouldn't be killed or overthrown but also wouldn't overthrow him? Nomura, maybe. 'A last chance to redeem yourself after the Bridge was stolen from your post.' But could he trust her that much? Could he afford to put her in the position of becoming the scapegoat if anything went wrong with the Order in his absence?

He couldn't send someone else to retrieve Angor Rot. That only raised the same questions, of who wouldn't either be killed or keep the assassin in their own service.

And could Walt really afford to take away the token protection his presence gave Jim against Otto, even for a short while in exchange for a chance to acquire a more powerful ally?

He put down the papers and examined the ring. Gold, chunky but spiky; its bulk reminded him of some Borgia rings he'd seen or worn in the past, with their hidden compartments for poison. He couldn't find any mechanisms. More out of curiosity than anything, Walt tried it on.

Vines and moss and the crushing weight of stone. Sunlight filtered through gaps in an old roof, not quite able to reach him and burn him. Arms and legs spread uncomfortably and held firm, even after centuries. Tired. Hungry. Thirsty.

Walt pulled the ring off quickly. He didn't have a perfect internal compass, but the connection between the ring and the troll had created one, if only for a moment.

Angor Rot was alive, and Walter Strickler knew exactly where to find him.

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In the episode It's About Time, Jim gets a vision of where Angor is when he puts on the Inferna Copula. This 'inner compass' idea explains how he found him so quickly when Arcadia has a lot of sewer tunnels and there was no reason Jim should recognize that particular spot, and in this fic I'm using it to explain how Strickler finds Angor without Otto also along on the journey.

I'm ignoring the spinoff novel which claimed Angor made his deal with Morgana after the Battle of Killahead, because I don't think that makes nearly as much sense as it being a pre-Killahead thing. Angor specifically mentions that Gunmar's war ravaged his village. It could be interpreted as Angor wanting to protect his vulnerable displaced/rebuilding people after the war is over, but I think his phrasing makes the most sense if Gunmar is still free to threaten them further.

I am keeping, at least as a rumour, the spinoff novel’s claim that Merlin was the one to chain Angor up and trap him under a pile of rubble in an isolated building.

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Little Monster part 1

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Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual activity (NSFW) and accusations of abuse. Oh, and foul language. Skip the NSFW by skipping the cursive part! (that’s why it’s cursive too hehe)

Word count: 1.707

Summary: You’re an arts student on the verge of graduating when you get the verdict: either you do an extra year or you take one extra, mandatory course to salvage your reputation. You hold a grudge against history and would rather be fooling around with your boyfriend than sitting in a bleak auditorium listening to some old fart’s war stories. Turns out that fossil isn’t as old as you thought he’d be and soon you’re begging for taste of Professor Rogers, taking advantage of the high life.

A/N: As I’m finishing up on Manhattan Mistress, I’d like to pitch this little series based on the newly released photographs Chris Evans did for Vogue (and Esquire). They just screamed recently divorced college professor/high society beau/sugar daddy to me so here it is!

The day you first let your mind wander to impure thoughts about your professor is the first day you dropped your panties on the bathroom floor of the ladies’ toilet. He’s everything you never knew you wanted and everything you know you shouldn’t want. That time you caught him palming himself through his skin-tight jeans, moaning sinfully, moaning your name and cursing under his breath, it changed your entire view on him.

Hell, it’s not a secret Professor Rogers had been screwing around here and there with a couple of his female students. The guy is notorious for his sex drive. Nor will you ever forget that night you were studying late for finals and on your way back from the coffee machine to the library, walking past his office and hearing him obscenely fuck the brains out of an exchange student that you knew for a fact would be gone the next week. A proper fucking and no loose ends, that’s how he operates. He bent her over his desk, ripped her panties down her legs and slammed into her without a warning.

Rumour has it that he wasn’t always such a tease but that since his divorce he’s been rather indulgent with his status as high society’s most favourite beau and the sexual perks that come with it. Professor Rogers can be described in three words and three words only: filthy fucking rich, emphasis on fucking.

His head is between your legs faster than you can turn around, his fingers digging into your ass cheeks and parting them so his tongue can lick a broad stripe from your clit to your cunt. Your palms sting with the coldness radiating from the tiled wall, your entire nervous system focused on one thing, your professor eating you out from behind. And to think that just three months ago you were going to quit this course.

Three months ago

“I’m telling you, Clint, if I ever get the opportunity to weasel my way out of this God damn assignment, I will seize it with both hands,” you whine to your best friend, absentmindedly drawing circles onto the cover of your notepad while waiting for inspiration to hit you like a speed train. Since you started dating Bucky Barnes, senior and notorious bad boy, your grades plummeted dramatically causing you to retake most of your exams and eventually resulting in getting assigned to a shitload of mandatory coursework for one of your least favourite subjects: history. As an arts student, you’re obliged to follow course on the history of art such as film and photography. So what’s the downside of this class, you must be wondering?

Clint casually shrugs, pausing the music he was listening to and taking off his earplugs. “You know, if you weren’t so busy sucking off Barnes, you wouldn’t be in this position. But I get it,” he says looking at you from the corner of his eye, “Barnes takes care of you. He loves you. So why not spend all your time riding his cock?”

You gasp at Clint’s brash words, covering his mouth with your hand as he laughs heartily. “We’re in a freaking library, Clint!,” you whisper forcefully, trying not to gain any unwanted attention from the librarian who’s been eying the two of you for a while now, stalking you like a hawk and waiting for a reason to kick you out without further notice.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t act all innocent,” Clint nudges your shoulder, “You’ve been going at it as soon as he took you out dancing which was, if I remember it correctly, only your second date. I didn’t peg you as the kind of girl to put out on the second date.”

“That’s because you don’t know me that well, jerk,” you shoot back playfully with a wink. “Buck and I, we have our own thing.” You shrug and card your fingers through your hair. “I can see myself marrying him, you know.”

Clint turns his body, facing you with obvious interest. “Marriage? You still have one year to go, Y/N. and then you have to find a job and make money. I think marriage isn’t something you should be worrying about now. First you should get your education right and then you can make as many babies with Barnes as you’d like.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Clint!,” you exclaim in a fit of giggles, “You are insufferable. Marriage does not equal getting knocked up, you fool.”

“Ha! That wasn’t the case with…,” your best friend hesitates, debating the words swirling in his mind. “You know, Nat.”

Natasha. The name tastes both sweet and sour on the tip of your tongue. Natasha was Clint’s everything, his first and if it was up to him also his last love. But she got a better offer and took off with Bucky’s father, ultimately becoming your boyfriend’s step-mother. It’s an awkward situation to say the least, with Natasha scrutinising every aspect of your relationship with both your bestie and your bae. And on top of that, Natasha is pregnant with Bucky’s step-brother or step-sister, worsening the situation by tenfold.

You and Clint receive a couple dirty looks from the librarian and you know it’s time to clear out. Quickly grabbing your things and stuffing them in your bag, you grab Clint’s wrist and guide him to the inner courtyard, spotting an empty spot close by the fountain and out of earshot from the other students relaxing in the early spring sun.

“Clint, I gotta tell you something.”

He nods, setting his backpack down between his feet. “Shoot.”

You explain to him that you’ve found someone willing to study with you. Her name is Wanda and she seems like a nice girl. You’re meeting her for coffee after class. “She’s the professor’s assistant, hence my sudden interest in her. I have no clue who Rogers is but from what I’ve gathered so far, he seems like one tough asshole. Doesn’t hand out grades like Wilson did last year. I reckon an easy A will be hard to earn. I’m a fucking straight A student and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“And why is this of any particular interest to me?”

You sigh exasperatedly at his ignorance. “Do I really need to point it out to you?” You rub your temples and close your eyes as you continue speaking. “She’s got the hots for you!”

Clint’s expression changes from one of confusion to one of pleasure. “You want me to sleep with her, don’t you?”

You should feel at least a little bit bad, using Clint to help Wanda warm up to you just so you could pass a stupid course. Of course there’s more to it. “So, are you in or should I spill the beans to Sharon?”

“Don’t you dare.” Clint is glaring daggers at you and if looks could kill, you’d be roasted. “You do know that Sharon’s maiden name is Carter right? Then you should also know who she was married to.”

“Ah crap,” you mutter alongside a string of profanities. “She used to bang my new professor?”

“Yeah,” he confirms with a slight nod of his head. “She used to be Sharon Rogers but bailed out on the marriage after her miscarriage. He didn’t take it so well but a little birdie told me that’s not the real reason their love shipwrecked.”

Intrigued, you inch closer to make sure you’re not mission a single detail of juicy gossip because God knows it’s all you live for these days. “Go on,” you encourage Clint who’s smiling smugly at the fact he knows something you don’t.

Beckoning you, he whispers lowly into your ear. “She used to be his assistant and when he tried to get rid of her, she threatened to tell the dean that he raped her. She even got pictures to prove it even though everybody knows she only took the job because she wanted to screw him. There’s also a little home movie or something on her cell phone that might be incriminating to Rogers. I’m telling you, that sex tape is the reason they tied the knot all of a sudden because let’s get real here, he can do so much better than Sharon.”

“Agreed. She’s got a stick up her ass that one.”

“Hey, I’m not finished yet,” Clint grins cheekily and you listen attentively. “According to my source who shall not be named,” he chuckles and even though you already know who his supplier of secrets is, you’re willing to give him this just to keep Clint happy. “So, they told me that the pregnancy wasn’t planned and he wanted her to get an abortion. She refused and ran to her sister’s house where she intended to stay until the baby was born. But you know, the guy’s got juice so she was forced to move back in and sit her days out in that golden cage he calls a house.”

The pieces of the puzzle are falling together right in front of you. “Fuck, Clint, are you freaking kidding me?”

“Oh no, Y/N, I’m most definitely not. He held her hostage and then kicked her out when she conveniently lost the baby.”

“That’s sick,” you confirm, obviously disgusted although you’re also mildly intrigued by the inner working of such a twisted mind. “I really don’t want to take this course, Clint,” you whine and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, tucking you reassuringly into his side.

“You’ll do fine. You’re gonna nail this shit.”

“I hate history,” you deadpan dryly. “And you know why.”

“Ok, well, you’re gonna have to pass regardless. Though you can’t keep hating history just because of him. But if you really cannot deal with this shit anymore, you can always drop out. You got Bucky and his daddy’s money to keep you warm and comfortable at night.”

“Hell no, Clint, I’m an independent woman and I’m going to get that freaking degree so I can at least do something with my life. I ain’t no man’s bitch.”

“That’s my girl, right there,” Clint chuckles proudly. “Now let’s get outta here, you have a lecture to attend and I have a girl to swoon.”

Part 2

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Things to do in Casper Wyoming

I can’t wait to share with you all of my favourite Things to do in Casper Wyoming! This publish and my journey to Casper was sponsored by Go to Casper, however all ideas and opinions are my very own. Thanks for permitting me to work with companions I imagine in to proceed to convey you free content material!

As you noticed in my publish about Cheyenne, Wyoming, we love all the issues this state has to supply: Out West historical past, out of doors actions, prepare historical past, and dinosaur historical past. Identical to Cheyenne, there was a continued theme with these issues in Casper.

Casper is such an awesome place to go to, particularly should you stay in Denver like we do- it’s only a Four hour drive away! It’s a stunning street journey spot to go to by itself or inside a bigger Wyoming street journey. You may see Cheyenne, Casper, Jackson Gap, Yellowstone Nationwide Park, and Grand Teton Nationwide Park. Wyoming actually does have a lot to supply.

So try our listing of recommended issues to do in Casper Wyoming, and let me know if there’s something you’d add to it! Make certain to try the Go to Casper web site to assist make planning your journey as simple and as private to you as doable.

Things to do in Casper Wyoming

Tate Geological Museum

We obtained a non-public tour of the Tate Geological Museum from Patti Finkel, Director of Museums at Casper Faculty. Each of my kiddos LOVE dinosaurs, so that they cherished seeing all the many fossils. The Tate Geological Museum is house to over 6,000 fossils. The largest and most spectacular being the Columbia Mammoth proper smack dab in the center of the museum. The mammoth’s title is Dee and lived 11,600 years in the past through the ice age. They assume Dee was 65-70 when he died of previous age. He’s actually stunning to witness.

There may be additionally a T-Rex dinosaur that’s the primary discovered in Wyoming that will get to keep in Wyoming! You may ask on the entrance desk to see Lee Rex the T-Rex in the brand new Rex Annex.

This can be a FREE museum.

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Hike at Rotary Park- Backyard Creek Waterfall Loop Path

We went on a wonderful 1.2 mile loop hike on the Rotary Park. It’s referred to as the Backyard Creek Waterfall Loop Path. I’ve just lately determined that waterfall trails are by far my favourite climbing trails, and this one proved to be beautiful.

The elevation acquire is simply over 400 ft, providing you with a beautiful view of each Casper and the waterfall.

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Fort Caspar

The Fort Caspar Museum is a reconstructed 1865 army publish that was constructed as the ultimate river crossing of the Oregon, Mormon Pioneer, California, and Pony Specific trails. It’s way more than that, although. It has historical past of prehistoric peoples, Plains Indians, ranching, the power business, and the Metropolis of Casper in addition to the western emigrant trails and frontier military. We actually loved a present political exhibit with political buttons, pins, and souvenirs of the 20th century.

Behind the museum itself is the recreation of the fort. It’s rather well accomplished and reveals all the totally different buildings that made up the fort.

There may be additionally a recreated Mormon Ferry on show. In 1847, Brigham Younger led the Mormons from Nebraska to the Nice Salt Lake in Utah. Once they obtained to this part of the North Platte river and it was flooded, he instructed a ferry boat to be constructed. This ferry boat may take the wagons safely throughout the river.

This museum’s admission is simply $3-Four for adults and free for youths 0-12.

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David Road Station Splash Pad

Usually, when COVID isn’t a problem, the brand new David Road Station’s calendar is filled with occasions and issues to do. However truthfully, we have been nonetheless thrilled with the splash pad! My kiddos cherished taking part in in the water, and I went proper throughout the road and grabbed a scrumptious iced espresso from Metro.

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Nationwide Historic Trails Interpretive Middle

We actually, actually loved the Nationwide Historic Trails Interpretive Middle. It’s the most important museum we went to and was packed stuffed with essentially the most data. It is also located on a hill that offers you nice views of all of Casper. This museum highlights the historical past of the 400,000 pioneers skilled as they adopted the Oregon, California, Mormon, Pony Specific trails between 1841 and 1868.

Our favourite half was an 18 minute lengthy theater present highlighting several types of individuals who made the trek west and the struggles they went via.

The kiddos obtained little booklets that they obtained to work via to reply questions and play video games. Once they full a sure variety of actions for his or her age, they’re given a cute badge!

This can be a free museum.

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Historic Trails West Wagon Tour

The Historic Trails West Wagon Tour was the spotlight of our whole journey. We met on the Nationwide Historic Trails Interpretive Middle and adopted Mr. Morris to the trailhead. We rode in an precise picket carriage precisely like what these heading West used. We have been additionally using on an precise part of the Oregon, California, Mormon and Pony Specific Trails… It was so genuine, and Mr. Morris was stuffed with historic data from the time. He’s been giving these excursions since he was 15, and he has grown youngsters now. He even informed us he took his daughters throughout your entire path in 1993 after they have been youngsters. This man is the actual deal and can enormously add to your Wyoming expertise.

They’ve a number of totally different choices: 2 hour tour (which is what we did), complete day, 3-hour lunch trek, dutch oven night trek, in a single day, Three day, or 5 day aventures. Costs fluctuate.

These treks can be found Could via October.

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The place we ate in Casper Wyoming:

Wyoming Ale Works

Wyoming Ale Works was so shut to our resort! The draw right here is that they have SO many beers on faucet! After consuming out for 5 days straight, we truly opted for the salads! They’ve traditional American appetizers, soups, salads, burgers, sandwiches, entrees, pasta, and pizzas.

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Racca’s Pizzeria

Racca’s Pizzeria is the one licensed Neapolitan pizzeria in the state of Wyoming. Naples, Italy is the birthplace of pizza. It’s additionally a few of my favourite pizza in your entire world.

And right here’s the very best half, y’all. They’ve a GLUTEN FREE NEAPOLITAN PIZZA. It actually modified my world. So should you’re on the lookout for gluten free eating places in Casper Wyoming, THIS is the spot for you.

We additionally had their home salad with spring combine, tomatoes, contemporary mozzarella, and balsamic French dressing, and it was so scrumptious I want I had gotten one all for myself!

Racca’s Pizzeria presents Wooden-fired Pizzas, Pastas & Entrées, Wings, Salads and decadent Desserts all made from-scratch in home.

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Rib and Chop Home

The Rib and Chop Home is a steakhouse providing steaks, contemporary seafood, and award-winning ribs. It was based in Montana in 2001. There are actually Rib and Chop Home places in Montana, Wyoming (together with Casper and Cheyenne), Colorado Springs, and Utah. (Please come to Denver!)

I obtained a scrumptious filet with a loaded baked potato and broccolini. (And a margarita, as a result of YUM!) The children meals got here in paper automobiles that they’re nonetheless taking part in with!

The individuals on the Rib and Chop Home made us really feel extraordinarily welcome! I felt like we have been part of the household by the point we left.

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HQ BBQ

Barbecue is such a staple in the Southern cultures we grew up in. A lot in order that since shifting to Denver, we’ve been weary of attempting any barbecue for worry of being disillusioned. However let me inform you- HQ BBQ is AMAZING and value a go to. It’s in all probability as a result of the proprietor is from Tennessee. And like me, individuals from Tennessee know good barbecue

Chaz and I shared the brisket plus pulled pork plate. It. Was. So. Good. I didn’t notice I used to be lacking good barbecue in my life till we had some! They’re positioned proper off the interstate and so they’re the proper cease in your approach in or out of city.

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The place to Keep in Casper Wyoming

Residence Inn Cheyenne Wyoming

I’m now such an enormous fan of Marriott motels. We said on the Fairfield Inn & Suites in Cheyenne, and now the Residence Inn in Casper Wyoming. We had a two bed room, two toilet suite that was full with a front room, eating desk, and kitchen. It was SO wonderful, that we’ll for positive prioritize the Residence Inn line of Marriott motels each single time we journey. It was like having our personal condominium in town, with the facilities of a resort, and all the advantages of Marriott. I can’t suggest this resort sufficient!

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