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canyouhearthelight · 1 year

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The Miys, Ch. 209

Thank you everyone who is still here after the last chapter... Your patience with the world’s weirdest plot point is appreciated. Also, everyone who came for the story and has stayed for the doodles.

Also appreciated: @baelpenrose for beta work on this chapter, as always.

Happy Halloween, Samhain, and Day of the Dead (I don’t know the correct salutation to that lost one, so apologies and let me know if you know what it should be) to everyone who celebrates them, since the next chapter won’t come until afterwards.

The first thing I thought as I walked into my office was Why does it smell like jalapeno and cinnamon?

That particular train of thinking ended as abruptly as my stride when I noticed the walls. Immediate impressions were simply “orange”, and only slightly improved when I realized why - everywhere I looked, my office, my sacred working space, was covered floor-to-ceiling in pumpkins.

“Floor.” I blurted out in emphasis. “Why floor?”

Hannah just waved the question away. “Why not floor? Why not ceiling? Why not both?”

With no small degree of dawning horror, I slowly rolled my eyes upward at the ceiling. “Puh,” I squeaked as I took in the sight of my ceiling coated in a thick layer of moving yellow fuzz, only scant patches of orange showing through. The bags in my hands hit the floor with a dull thud, and all I could do was gape.

Something warm was pressed into my hand as I tried to comprehend what I was looking at. I started piecing together that the pumpkin art was being removed by Else, who seemed to be enjoying their treat with singular abandon. “Parvati?” I asked.

“She found the paint pens, yes.” Hannah’s voice was suddenly deeper, far more droll, and severely British. Her hands were also noticeably larger as she steered me to a chair to sit in front of her. I only realized it was actually Alistair when he plunked a lid and a straw on my coffee. “I don’t trust you to drink freely in your current state.”

Definitely Alistair.

I took a couple of careful sips, focusing on the artificial alertness sizzling in my half-shocked brain. “Extra espresso?”

“And extra sugar, yes.”

“Thanks.” Gradually, I took everything in while slurping contentedly. Pumpkins really were painted everywhere. It was like a fever dream, a sensation only enhanced as I watched Else trundle along the ceiling in blissful ignorance of gravity. “Did she have to do the ceiling and the floor?”

Hannah sighed and screwed her mouth to the side. “Just be glad she ran out of paint halfway through your desk.” When I started to snap my head around to look, she placed a hand over mine and squeezed gently. “Else already ate that, it’s clean.”

I slumped in slight relief. “Then it could have clearly been worse. Somehow.”

An ear-splitting shriek proved me horribly wrong. All eyes turned toward the door, and both Hannah and I were half-standing as it slid open to reveal a bouncing, squealing version of my sister that was clearly summoned from the depths of hell. “My office is covered in ghosts and skeletons!” she cried in delight as she bounded forward before stopping short. “Oh wow, that’s a lot of pumpkins….”

Parvati was one step behind her, wiggling a finger in her left ear to banish the inevitable ringing that would have resulted in such close proximity to a noise that penetrated bulkheads. Karma at its finest, in my judgment.

Half-glaring, I nodded. “Eyeah. Helluva scene to walk into half asleep, I’ll go ahead and tell you that. Also, why don’t I have skeletons and ghosts?”

“Why don’t I have pumpkins?” Tyche demanded.

Flicking her braid over one shoulder, Parvati drew herself into a confident pose. “Different colors evoke different emotions. I made sure to use oranges in Sophia’s office because I know she struggles to wake up in the mornings, and it’s a bright and wakeful, but cheery, color. It evokes energy! And the spicy scents of jalapeno and cinnamon are warming and comforting, reducing possible anxiety in the face of a full workday - “

Hannah interrupted. “She also ran out of white and gray.”

“Shut up, Hannah,” her counterpart hissed playfully. “I used whites and grays in Tyche’s office because the subtlety of the colors against the neutral bulkheads would be less distracting and also lend itself to the ethereal quality of the skeletons and ghosts….”

I rubbed my temples gently in mock frustration. “Promise me you didn’t do this anywhere else?”

She paused before venturing slowly, “I may have also painted Professor Farro’s office.”

“SO HELP ME CTHULU if you used red in his office…!” Alistair shouted, panicking.

Hannah started snorting, and Tyche pulled an about-face to hide her smile. To her credit, Parvati looked extremely confused. “I used blue? You know: trust, detachment? And a big dose of ‘chill the fuck out’ just in case?”

Alistair was still scowling until Hannah was able to get her laughter under control. “Also, you already ate all the red on your scones, Worthington. I promise, there wasn’t even enough to fake a mild sunburn, much less paint Arthur’s office with it.”

He reached a shaky hand for a chair to steady himself until he could sit in it. “The mental image of Farro steepling his fingers and staring over them like some creep from those anime he enjoys was simply too much. I daresay he would wear his glasses and leave his office door open, just for the occasion.”

I started to laugh, but then the exact image he was talking about popped in my head. With my third, fresh dawning horror of the day, I turned my head toward my assistant. “Please tell me neither of you possess a hair straightener?”

“I do not, but I can only speak for myself.”

As hilarious as the mental image of Arthur Farro dressing up as Gendo Ikari for Halloween was, I had serious doubts that everyone on the Ark would be well versed enough in late-Twentieth Century pop culture to know it was a costume. I was entirely sure that not enough would know it was a joke to persuade anyone that Farro had not, in fact, gone full genocidal dictator overnight.

“Fuuuuuck fuckfuckfuckfuck,” I started chanting. Finishing off my coffee, I started giving out directions. “Parvati, do nothing. Seriously. Nothing else. Hannah, I need you to call Charly and let her know not to make any more red paint without authorization from myself or Xiomara. Alistair, Tyche, I would tell you to hold down the fort, but it would be like telling you to breathe, so just do what you do, please.”

“Where are you going?” Tyche demanded as I bolted for the door.

“To warn Xiomara that it’s a joke!” I shouted over my shoulder. “Potatoes in bags on the floor, help yourselves, I’ll be baaaaack!”

The door closed behind me just as I heard a confused voice ask “Potatoes?”

I was panting when I reached Xio’s office and frantically started requesting entry. The door was only slightly cracked when I heard her snap “WHAT?”

“There was a prank!” I shouted as the door opened enough for me to enter. “I don’t think it was meant to be a prank, but there was a prank and Arthur got dragged into it, and I need to make sure you know that he isn’t actually a genocidal maniac hellbent on bringing a deceased love back from the dead at the cost of his own child and any others he can get his hands on.” I was gasping for air when I finished, and entirely unphased by Xiomara’s expression.

“Youuuuu need a med eval…” she responded, flicking open her datapad while keeping an eye on me.

Diving forward, I shook her wrist to dismiss the datapad. Three seconds later, I was staring up at her from the floor, shoulder aching and wrist sprained. Probably. “Well, I sure as fuck do now, Jesus Christ, Xio. Just let me explain before you put me in the hug jacket okay?”

“Fifteen seconds.”

Generous of her. “Parvati painted Arthur’s office for the holiday, only he’s going to think it was a prank if it looks anything like mine did. We both know he is going to go overboard in retaliation, because Arthur. My best guess is that he is going to paint his office red and dress up like Gendo Ikari, who you can look up in the database to understand why I came to warn you.”

“Three seconds left.” Impressed, she helped me up off the floor. “So, you are warning me because…?”

“Because we are trying to warn Charly not to make him any paint until we can explain it was well-intentioned, but just in case Hannah can’t reach her in time to head it off from that direction, you are going to get complaints.”

“From students?”

“From passersby. There isn’t a chance this side of death that he would go to those lengths and not let everyone walking past his office see what he’s done. You know how much pride he takes in a job well done.”

“And triple that in a well-executed prank,” she nodded. “I’m going to look up the name you gave me, and if you promise not to try to grab me again, I’ll let you keep the other wrist and skip the psych hold.”

Cradling my already throbbing arm, I nodded. I was still pretty sure it was only sprained, but I couldn’t move it very well so concern was starting to set in alongside the pain.

Her nod told me she found the relevant images, but when her eyes widened I realized that she was reading the background profile. “No wonder you sounded like your grip on reality slipped…. And this was an actual entertainment that people watched?”

“Hey!” I objected. “It makes more sense when you are watching it.” Granted, not much, but at least some. “You would be astonished the number of people who remember it fondly as their first exposure to the genre.”

She just shook her head. “You can keep your religious hallucination television, thank you…. The creator was having an active psychiatric episode while writing this!?”

“Allegedly.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You had Derek plant this, right?”

“Not even I could make up that show, four manga, and six films.”

“SIX?”

“What can I say? We didn’t like the ending. Or the other ending. Or the other other ending.”

She dismissed her datapad and stood, hands held up in a defensive posture. “Nope. Not doing it. You said ‘we’, which means you’re part of it. Thank you for the warning that Farro may go overboard, please leave my office.”

I turned toward the door, grumbling. “Geez, you didn’t even see how bad the ship wars for that one were…”

“OUT! NOW!”

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nirawuu · 7 months

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Full Name: Nira Wu

Nicknames: Ray

Pronouns and Gender: She/They, Nonbinary

Age: 30

Birth place: Buffalo, NY

How long have they been in town?: 10 years

Sexuality: Bisexual

Housing: Fisher's Cove

Occupation: Piercer @ Crescent Moon Tattoo

@aurorabayaesthetic

THE LIFE IN BULLETPOINTS.

originally from buffalo, new york with immigrant parents, nira was an only child with a lot of secrets and a lot of aspirations.

she kept her head low and often avoided social situations thorugh schooling strictly due to lack of emotional care. she would rather spend most of her time drawing in her notebooks over paying attention to class, though she had fairly good grades for the majority of her school career.

they'd always been interested in girls, though typically she never expressed her sexuality to anyone other than herself due to the struggles of being gay in a very restrictive and oftentimes unaccepting household.

tired of being the golden child, they set out to eventually avoid going to college -- instead saving up money through their summer jobs and part-time endeavors between school years.

eventually this led to meeting their first ever relationship with romina cortez, who lived in the same area as nira at the time. nira spent most of their time engulfed in this relationship, suddenly shifting gears with what she wanted to do with her career. this relationship, however, would take a hard turn - leaving nira brokenhearted and ultimately pining for a future she was ready to create with someone she barely knew.

after the relationship died, nira realized she'd nearly abandoned her desire to leave new york altogether. at the age of twenty, she made the choice to ditch buffalo with just a backpack to her name, eventually stumbling onto aurora bay after researching places that could live up to the aesthetic she once craved as an artist.

ultimately all she had ever wanted to do was live in art. originally striving towards a career in cinematography, she drew a lot of inspiration about the sea and the natives of this town. although she never said much to people, she was constantly people watching on her extensive walks around the town.

eventually this gave her the freedom to express her individuality, as well as her realization of being nonbinary. nira would go by she/they pronouns to those closest to them.

instead of returning to a film career, nira took up an apprenticeship at a tattoo shop for piercing. eventually she landed herself a job at crescent moon, where she's spent a better part of a few years now working as their sole piercer.

for now, nira lives to work only in her hobbies, and still tries to connect with the artistry that drew them to aurora bay in the first place.

PERSONALITY.

+ creative, passionate, reliable

- antisocial, pessimistic, perfectionism

BONUS ROUND.

lowkey has a video game addiction

kinda pretentious at times when it comes to movies and television, but has been learning to dial it back now that she's gone over the hurdle of turning 30 (bo burnham vc: nooooo)

is known to be quiet, often mistaken as rude given her lack of socialization/blunt jokes

not really a workaholic but gets fixated about new projects

lovesick over her ex to the point that it ruins most chances of current relationships, but still frequents tinder and bumble.

still has a tumblr they use daily to post favorite movie stills.

drunk snack of choice: jalapeno poppers

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

cod lobby friend - asher ortiz

THE ex-girlfriend - romina cortez

unplanned caretaker / mentor friend - santiago de leon

boss / friend - aeris flores

sworn enemy / coworker - mack montgomery

friend - clayton jeong

client / friend - lorelai lewis

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

friendly.

new york childhood friends / family friends / co-workers / ride or dies / pseudo-siblings / friends / video game buddies / new friends / positive influences

romantic

ex-flings / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / flirtationships

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / former friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence

#aurorabay.intro #tw homophobia mention

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cowboysteakhouse · 7 days

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Winter Wonders: Elevating Sunday Brunch at the Million Dollar Cowboy Steakhouse

Sunday brunch may have its origins in the English countryside, but it is undoubtedly a tradition that is all American. After the hustle and bustle of a busy work week, nothing sounds more enticing and relaxing than a leisurely meal enjoyed on a late Sunday morning or early afternoon. Family and friends can take the time to catch up, socialize, and indulge in food to be savored.

The Brunch Experience at The Million Dollar Cowboy Steakhouse

We are known for our menu of incredible steaks but are quickly gaining a reputation as the brunch spot in Jackson Hole. Our commitment to culinary excellence is revealed in every meal we serve. Still, our Sunday brunch has become a crowning jewel in our repertoire with its curated menu that caters to the refined palates of our guests. Let’s look at some of the highlights of our brunch menu.

The Monte Cristo. Its taste is as decadent as its name. There is nothing quite like a Monte Cristo on a wintery Jackson Hole Sunday. Crisp Texas toast is stuffed with Snake River Farms ham and layered with melted Swiss cheese. It is the best combination of savory and sweet.

Bison Eggs Benedict. The Million Dollar Cowboy Steakhouse has reinvented a brunch staple. We love to showcase the culinary appeal of the Old West with a modern twist. Tender bison is topped with poached eggs and rich hollandaise sauce. If seafood sounds more to your liking, then our crab cakes benedict will surely please. And for those guests who like a bit of spice with their brunch, the chorizo benedict with chipotle hollandaise has just the right amount of kick.

Stuffed Jalapenos. Date-filled and prosciutto-wrapped, these delectable treats are the perfect fusion of heat and flavor. Paired with the chorizo Benedict, these brunch selections will light up your palate.

Fried Brussels Sprouts. Our chefs have created a side that is more than a dinner staple. Crispy yet tender, this vegetable favorite is an excellent complement to bison benedict or the quiche of the day.

In addition to these signature menu items, our brunch includes timeless favorites like homemade cinnamon rolls iced with a velvety frosting, fresh seasonal fruit paired with honey yogurt and house-made granola, deviled eggs, breakfast tostadas, and roasted potatoes.

Artfully Crafted Drinks to Complement Sunday Brunch

We would be remiss if we did not showcase our extensive selections of wines, cocktails, and signature drinks made with our brunch menu in mind. Start off your meal with our specialty Bloody Mary or a sparkling mimosa. And nothing can kickstart a brunch like our Insomnia cocktail, a blend of Kahlua, vodka, cream, and a shot of espresso. And to warm you up on a cold Jackson Hole Sunday, our waitstaff is quick to serve piping hot coffee or tea.

Beyond Brunch: A Premier Steakhouse

After enjoying The Million Dollar Cowboy Steakhouse’s Sunday brunch, we invite you to return and experience what put us on the map- the finest steaks and the most welcoming ambiance. If you love our brunch, then you will love our dinners. From grilled rib-eyes to New York strips to the most succulent filets, our chefs are magicians in preparing amazing steaks and an array of innovative sides.

A Culinary Treat in the Heart of Jackson Hole

We are proud that visitors flock to Wyoming to take in the vistas of the Grand Tetons and experience the Old West charm of Jackson Hole. In the midst of these winter wonders, the Million Dollar Cowboy Steakhouse beckons you to enjoy a meal that transcends the ordinary Sunday brunch. From the sweet prelude of cinnamon rolls to the spicy stuffed jalapeños and the decadence of our trio of Benedicts, every dish on our brunch menu is a testament to our dedication to providing our guests with the finest Jackson Hole steakhouse experience. Join us as we redefine the leisurely art of brunch, where each bite is a burst of flavors, and every moment is a celebration.

Have you tried The Million Dollar Cowboy Steakhouse’s Sunday brunch? If not, then you are about to love our Western flair on a tradition that evokes the pleasure of an incredible meal with family and friends. Make your reservations today!

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lauvra · 9 months

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On Thursday night I worked at my friends bar in St Kilda, travelling home under sheets of rain blown across by the cold winds of where ever. I stood outside flinders station watching groups hang around outside the gentlemens club with open cannisters taunting the cops. When I finally decided to wrap my hands around a 7/11 cardboard cup of tea, I just got back in time to watch the late tram leave. I couldn’t help glancing at an Asian man sat leaning against the outer wall of the store, I pictured asking him home and this is exactly what I mean when I say I struggle to contain my love. It took hours to get home but I was still warm from the mash dinner my friends served me while working.

On Friday I took up a recommendation and spontaneously hit a gig by myself at the Curtin hotel and saw Emotion Picture, Bitumen and Batpiss perform, went outside between sets and heard my name from a distance. Spent the remainder of that evening with a good friend who ran into friends of his own too.

On Saturday I went to a few galleries on Sydney road and Lygon street. The owner of Gloria recommended Unassigned gallery, the exhibition was a series of photographs taken in the peculiar fashion of using a scanner as a camera. The idea was so interesting to me, the artist achieved a real sense of depth in the photographs overlaying natural materials like plants and florals with water, glass and household fixtures. Not being fully privy to how this was achieved is exactly what draws me in. The owner sent us off warmly with the recommendation to visit Daine Singer’s gallery for an exhibition by a Syrian artist in the next street over. I wandered around Counihan gallery, resisting my innate urge to lick the black coal off tapestries inspired by the 2020 fires and colourful pastels from unframed dystopian pieces collaged up to the ceiling on the back wall.

My friend said his therapist has a comfy couch with cushions and blankets, I told him I’d prefer a hard wooden chair but thought he wouldn’t understand when right then we came upon a gallery exhibiting African hand-built furniture, mostly chairs. They were carved one-of-one with intent and exactly what I meant. Earlier I’d explored the strange creations in This Is Not A Toy Store. AJ at the desk told my housemate and I there was an exhibition that evening ‘Adventures in Zoomorphic Idolatry’ so we came back later, drank our free sparkling wine and geeked out over the pieces. I’ll examine the paintings when there are far less people. The Artist was present and eccentric as the work with his darkly shadowed eyes, top hat and hot pink hair and beard, I was so stimulated by the colour combinations, the scale of the work and it’s Hieroglyphic symbolism. I said I’d use my Art words; “cool as fuck.” Afterward we met some friends in the maze that is the Edinburgh Hotel before moving on to Flippy’s together where we gathered around the fire, pummeled by the plume, theorising alternate dimensions. We parted ways with acquaintances and continued on to The Penny Black for a packed out queer event where we sang and drank and danced.

There was a lot going on, the sads have caught up with me almost every day even on the better ones. Mulled wine helps, while it’s in my hands and the slice of citrus bashes my lips but my eyes are always on the entrance. Or exits. I figure I should spend more time alone to leak onto less people, my disposition too severe to conceal. Today I walked around the neighbourhood alone past sutured factory buildings and multi-story heritage-home porches crumbling with rot. I tried to ignore the walls, tried to absorb every wholesome interaction I could. Bought a large old oil painting of a blue toned landscape in a wooden frame and a dark wood table for board games. My housemate and I just cooked burgers together, sautéing rings of onion and jalapenos with vegan patties then retreating to each our domains.

#me #word #tired now idk whatever

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jalapenocupcakes-shenanigans · 1 year

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Happy Valentines

#valentines day #valentines day cards #darkstalkers #vampire savior #felicia #jalapeno tries to art

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keefwho · 1 year

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November 14 - 2022

4:00 PM

I’m a bit stressed. Today has been difficult because of my tummy but I’ve done a very good job doing everything anyways and I’m proud of myself. I did all my work, then over half my workout and I cleaned up. I couldn’t pull off the whole workout but I’m okay with that, I know I tried my hardest today.

Now I’m stressing out a bit over some personal projects. I fear I may be in a natural art rut right now and it’s getting in the way of some important things.

Im trying to be weary of my stamina so I can make sure I rest appropriately but I also want to be tough and productive. I guess I kinda feel like I haven’t been as good as I want to be in any field lately.

I think its time to rest for a bit right now. I feel tired and mentally overwhelmed. Everything feels at least a little unstable right now so I need to recuperate myself before I can be effective. A small readjustment in attitude might help to. I stress about some things that just dont need it. Things that are supposed to be creative and fun don’t need the overwhelming importance I apply to them sometimes. I gotta chill out.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve really changed all that much since I’ve started trying to better myself. I feel like I must have. I used to be aware of my phobia but suppressed it, then in June I had a tummy incident that had me feeling like shit for a few weeks straight. At that point I had hit my lowest point where I think my level of anxiety around my stomach could have been disorder-level. Thinking about it has me wondering how I was THAT bad because I must have improved beyond that point. I’ve gotten a lot more realistic and “brave” about it since then. Maybe my worry is unfounded. Clearly I’ve gotten a lot better and am still improving. I know the direction I’m going, I’m not lost or anything anymore. Now it just takes time.

Recap

This morning I tried to get everything done real early. I had leftover hashbrowns with jalapenos in it which I think was a mistake. I had to do the other half of a paid stream today and my tummy imploded during it, but I kept strong and pushed through it.

After that I did my workout but only about half of it. I felt really tired today, Im not sure why. I also cleaned up like I was supposed to so I ended up getting all my tasks done today in some capacity.

My tummy hurt a good chunk of the evening too but I didn’t let it get in the way of bestie time. I ended up feeling better for the most part, like usual.

I have a lot I could rant about right now but it’s extra late right now and I gotta sleep. I feel like I’m fighting on like 3-4 fronts right now.

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servin-up-surveys · 1 year

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survey #082

Is there anyone who is tryna do sexual stuff with you currently? Uh not right this very minute. If your last ex got his heart broken, would you feel bad for him? My last ex is a female, and regardless of everything, I would. Heartbreak is the most painful fucking thing I've ever been through and empathize with every single person who goes through it. Are you a seafood fan? No. The one and only seafood I've tried and enjoyed is shrimp, which I DO love. Have you ever had an operation? Yeah, tubes in my ears and a cyst surgically removed. Now getting my wisdom teeth taken out is in my future and I'm dreading it... What is something you find romantic? Handwritten notes.

What makes you attracted to the person you like right now? I think more than anything else, how obviously and strongly he cares about me and has for well over a decade. He's never given up on me. Has someone ever made you a Build-A-Bear? Uhhhh maybe? I feel like Summer might have... or did I make that one myself? I don't remember. Who was the last person you were “in a relationship with” on Facebook (including anyone you may have put “in a relationship with” for a joke)? It's like that now with Girt. Have you ever had a reptile for a pet? I've had two snakes, have a snake now, and have also had a Chinese water dragon and briefly a baby iguana. Have you ever kissed anyone with a tattoo? I'm actually not sure; I feel like Tyler MIGHT have had a Triforce tattoo on his arm or something? I might be remembering poorly, though, maybe that was something he'd just mentioned wanting because he was a massive TLoZ fan. How long have you been with your boyfriend/girlfriend? A year and two months. What kinds of alcohol do you like? Pretty much exclusively VERY light ones, especially the fruity ones. I absolutely hate the taste of alcohol itself, so the less, the better, honestly. Did you have a swing set when you were a kid? Yes. Can you do the alphabet in sign language? No. Is the person you last kissed yours? I absolutely hate the wording to this question, he's his own independent person. We're dating, yeah, but I absolutely hate the insinuation of ownership here. State you most want to visit? Wyoming. Yellowstone is mostly there and that is where I want to spread Teddy's ashes, and I'd actually like my own spread there too, in the same general area as Teddy's. What genre was the last song you listened to? Power metal. What is something that you really want to try, whether it’s a hobby, food, etc.? UHHHHHHHHHHH herping is one big hobby I would LOVE to be able to engage in. I'd just need to get far physically healthier and also like, find a place where it's not only allowed, but productive. What sort of things do you like to post or look at on Tumblr? The Rammstein side of Tumblr is a fucking (100% cursed) treasure trove and the people are fantastic. And feral. :^) What is currently on your desk? Oh jeez, it's a mess right now. My laptop, mouse, mouse pad, phone, purse, art supplies + sketchbook, a book, water, and some continuing education paperwork. This room is a mess right now. How often do you take naps and how long do they usually last? I THINK it's still usually everyday, but there are definitely more gaps in-between them than there used to be. I usually set an alarm for two hours, sometimes one, but if I'm truly fucking beat, I don't set one at all, but I usually avoid this because after two hours, I'm really putting myself in nightmare risk territory; sometimes they even happen when I sleep less than two hours, but that's kinda rare, I think. Who was the last person you recall dreaming about? I actually don't remember; my last dream/nightmare involved me being literally tortured by people I'm pretty sure I didn't know. It really upset my mom because apparently I'm was screaming things like "ow/ouch" in my sleep. What was the last spicy food you ate? Do you eat a lot of spicy food? Jalapeno pizza a while back. I like spicy food, but I don't eat it nearly as much as I used to. When was the last time you admired some flowers? What kind/colour were they? I honestly don't know; it's mostly leaves I admire this time of year. The colors have been INSANE. What was the last thing you ate, that you considered a treat/luxury? I had a pair of Reese's the other day, and I very rarely have chocolate. What type of cake did you have for your last birthday, if any? ... That's a good question? I actually feel like Tobey decided to get my cake without asking me or my mom, which annoyed us both. Like I can see how it seems like a kind gesture, but she isn't family, doesn't make decisions for me, and also doesn't know what I like? It was just overstepping, which she is VERY good at doing. This mighta been last year though, I really don't remember. When was the last time you asked for someone’s advice or opinion? Well today, because I had therapy. It was a heavy one. Has anyone you know got a new pet recently? Mazzy got Cecil the jumping spider!!! :') I also feel like some Facebook friends have gotten cats and dogs kinda recently? No one I'm super close to, though. Who was the last person you knew that had a baby? How long ago was that? I believe that would be an old high school acquaintance having her second daughter, named Sage. This was at the VERY least a month ago, maybe longer though, I'm bad at measuring time, especially with something like this and with someone I'm not immensely close to. And is anyone you know expecting a baby anytime soon? I know two people off the top of my head, but I don't think either are really soon. What was the last fundraising event that you took part in? Well, we actually had a kid knock on our door a few weeks back selling chocolate. Funny thing, it was the same chocolate *I* grew up having to sell for school, haha, and it's my absolute favorite. Mom bought a few bars, so I guess that's considered helping/engaging with the fundraiser. How old were you 10 years ago? Who were your closest friends at that point? 16... wow. Jason was #1, then I was still friends with Hannia, MAYBE Mini (I really can't remember when we started drifting), Girt and I were close even then, I know Tez was a constant in my life... Those are the ones that come to mind fastest. ^Do you still speak to any of them? Girt is my boyfriend that I totally fucking adore and Tez is still one of my closest buds! The other three I don't talk to anymore. Have you ever cut your own hair? No, I'd never try that. What do you eat most frequently? Um probably chicken in some form, idk. Are you a fan of video games? Yes, but not as much as I was when I was younger. What's your favorite color combination? Probably black and gold. Have you ever sang karaoke? No. Have you held anyone's hand in the past week? Yeah, Girt visited last night after work and we cuddled for a while. Ended up falling asleep with him there, which is always the best. What's your favorite perfume/body spray/cologne? I have zero idea. Do you think you're a good secret keeper? I very genuinely do. I'm pretty positive that I've only ever not kept a single secret in my life, but I didn't keep it for a damn good reason. It was not a safe or healthy secret. She certainly begs to differ, but frankly I don't give a fucking rat's ass. Name one fashion trend you could never follow. Fucking Crocs. I don't know HOW they're suddenly in, they're hideous and so goddamn uncomfortable, like they actually hurt my feet. Has anyone besides your family seen you naked? If so, who? My first real boyfriend Jason, as well as hospital staff when you have to strip to prove nothing's on you and change into scrubs. Do you want kids when you're older? Yes and no, but I don't plan on having any ever because I know in my core it would be a fucking awful idea and probably traumatize the kid and/or end up with me killing myself. Did your parents sign you up for anything you hated as a child? Yeah, I remember I absolutely hated soccer, so much that Mom didn't make me stay on the team. She also wanted me to do cheerleading with my other sisters, so I did for like, one "season" or whatever the hell they were considered and then joined the basketball team I'd been cheering for, haha. My mom also forced my sisters and me to go to a Catholic Sunday school, which I THOROUGHLY absolutely hated. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? I always go with chicken. An egg doesn't just... appear outta nowhere. Something has to make it, and even from an evolutionary perspective, I just feel like a new species would be recognized before an egg of that species was, if that makes any sense? I'm incredible at explaining things. What are your feelings about Octomom? I would, from the total bottom of my fucking heart, rather die. Like it's not even a debate for me. I don't feel anything in particular regarding her as a woman though, I know literally nothing about her other than she had eight kids. Do you know of Smosh? Yes, but I never actually watched their content. Honestly I don't even remember what KIND of content they made. Do you drink enough water daily? Probably not *enough*, but holy cow do I drink a load more than I used to. Sparkling flavored water has saved my ass. What's your favorite fruit? Strawberries. Have you purchased any cool objects from a foreign country? No. :( What do you think is your biggest flaw? I think at the very, very root is the fact I overthink EVERYTHING, good and bad, to absolutely ridiculous lengths. Would you rather have strep throat or an ear infection? Strep. I've had a double ear infection before from a fucking idiot doctor rinsing my ears of earwax but not even bothering to properly dry them at all (get water/any dampness OUT OF YOUR EAR!!) and I felt like death, the pain was unreal. I'm talking the kind of pain that literally makes you contort and grab your head. Do you have neat handwriting? Yeah, most people say it's really fancy. Is being thin really all that great? Coming from an obese woman who once was thin but thought she was fat: yes it fucking is. I'd give pretty much fucking anything to be even somewhat thin again. Who is the best artist you've seen live? Only seen Alice Cooper, who was great. Btw I very recently found out Girt didn't know who Alice Cooper was and I very legitimately thought he was fucking with me, lmao. Was shocked to learn that day he really doesn't know a lot of classic rock/metal bands. Do you knock before you open doors? Of course, I think it's rude not to unless it's like, a life or death emergency situation. Think of the second to last person you kissed, did that person ever give you a piggy-back ride? Dude I would've snapped Sara's back in two on the very moment of impact, no lmao. Who has the ability to hurt you the most emotionally? I don't like thinking of this. Probably Mom, or Girt. Sometimes I feel like Jason still could to a terrible extent if we were still in contact. What are you listening to? "Adrenalize" by In This Moment started a minute ago. Have you ever kissed anyone and it made things weird? No. Have you ever been used? Probably. Do you think the person whom you like will break your heart? God I fucking hope not. I genuinely don't, but it's always a worry that he'll have enough one day. Is there a guy who knows everything or almost everything about you? No. I almost instinctively said yes, thinking of Jason, but that mf knows NOTHING about me anymore. I am so, so, SO very different now than I was at the start of 2017. Girt definitely knows a lot about me, but not everything. There's a lot I don't talk about, and it's very obvious that he doesn't want to push me into topics I'm uncomfortable with or are triggering, so there's still things he certainly doesn't know. Is there a girl that knows everything or mostly everything about you? My mom. Kind of Sara, but to be honest I stopped talking to her about many things, like moral belief directions, LONG before I cut her out of my life. The more and more politically left I became, the less I told her unless she'd like, directly ask, which never happened anyway. Who was the last person you hugged in public? Either one of my nieces or my nephew. How was last night? Fine. I was happy to have Girt over for a while. Last time someone tickled you? G U Y S this is gonna sound so fucking dumb and strange but I've actually discovered that in-between my shoulderblades/the middle of my back, I'M KINDA TICKLISH THERE and Girt was torturing me w/ it yesterday, who the FUCK has a ticklish back Have you ever hugged someone for over a minute? Well yeah, I've fallen asleep hugging people. Even when conscious, I'm sure I've done it in like a cuddly space. Do you have a thing for shy/awkward hot guys? ngl yes lmao What’s your favourite Lunchables meal? The nachos one hits DIFFERENT, y'all. Do you like Bob Marley? Noooooo. Would you be mad if your best friend went out with your ex? Girt would never date "the" ex because he's straight and I am almost 100% certain hates his fucking guts. As for the most recent ex, Girt would absofuckinglutely not date someone with her political compass, and not to mention that following the recent meltdown I had over Sara saying some high quality shit, he literally said "well fuck Sara" so yeah, he doesn't like her, nor would he EVER date her knowing the damage she's caused me. Do you have to see something to really believe it? No. I can't see the oxygen I'm breathing but sure as hell know it's there. Are your eyes sensitive to sunlight? I'd say abnormally so. I've HEARD blue-eyed people generally react stronger to a change in lighting than other colors, but idk how true that is. Regardless though, I absolutely feel it when I step into even mild sunlight. [TW: OVERDOSE/SUICIDE] Have you ever escaped death? I mean, I suppose so. I took quite the overdose of cold medicine when I tried to kill myself, and literally all it did was clear the FUCK outta my sinuses, lmao. I'm guessing I just got fluids in time, idk, but man I was breathing better than I ever had in my life lmfao. Who do you wish you were with right now? Since yesterday I've been like way more "I wanna be with Girt" than what's already normal, so him. He's coming over again tomorrow but god when I get clingy, I get clingy, and I get self-conscious about it because I'm afraid of annoying him. He's never said it does, like I've directly asked, but still, I worry. When were you the saddest in your life? The entire year (and then some months) that followed the breakup with Jason. I never, ever, EVER, want to experience a pain and loneliness that deep ever again, it went so far beyond words. I didn't know it was fucking possible to hurt that bad. I would very sincerely rather die than go through that experience again. It was a fucking nightmare. Next concert? I don't know. :( Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? Well, I don't know her well, but I've taken pictures twice for a woman whose boyfriend/fiance/whatever is total fucking garbage. He VERY clearly emotionally abuses/manipulates the fuck out of her. He's in and out of she and her son's lives like every few weeks, but I feel like she's venting about someone that sounds like him at least twice a fuckin week. I really hope she finds someone better, she seems like a wonderful person that just wants peace for her son. Are you one of those people who don’t like children of any kind at all? No. They stress me out and drain me VERY easily, but children are fucking gifts. As I've regularly joined my mom in watching my sister's kids on Fridays, I've also gotten much better with dealing with them and just seeing the beauty of kids in general. Can you see a cat from where you’re sitting? Yes, Roman is snoozing on the floor to my left. If your parents searched your room, would they be mad at what they’d find? No; my mom knows everything that's in there, and I'm also an adult, so...

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jalapenocupcake · 5 years

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Hey I'm serena and legally im only allowed to draw women

#jalapeno tries to art #oc #artists on tumblr

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celestial-kit · 3 years

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Everything Has Changed

I’m not sure what this is, I was just thinking about what Bakugo might be like when he first feels an attraction for someone... and then this happened.

Pairing: Bakugo x reader

Warnings: Fluff, brief mention of penetration, slight NSFW themes, Minors DNI

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I headcanon that Bakugo doesn’t start exploring his romantic and sexual attraction to others until after he’s graduated high school. He’s always been observant, so he could recognize when someone was attractive, but he was never actually attracted to anyone because he was so focused on everything else. Winning sports festivals, doing work studies, training to stay on top of his rivals and teammates. It just never occurred to him that he could be a hero and be in love.

He starts to recognize that he is a romantic and sexual being when he meets you. It wasn’t love at first sight, but rather a series of events that sparked a heat inside him that he had never felt before.

You meet because you both start working as sidekicks at the same agency right out of high school. He didn’t pay much attention to you at first because you were quiet, focused on doing your work and getting experience in the field. Your boss often paired the two of you together for patrols, your quiet nature making it so that you don’t rile Bakugo up like some of the other sidekicks. It was on your 5th patrol together that Bakugo first recognized your skill as a hero.

It was a rather quiet day, not much happening as the two of you strolled the streets. You didn’t talk much outside of the occasional comment about where you should patrol next. As you were about to turn a corner onto a new street, a man dressed in black pushed past the two of you, running at full speed. Behind you, you both hear a woman cry, “My purse!” Bakugo briefly looks back over his shoulder to try to determine where the cry came from, while you automatically pushed forward to chase the bandit, sprinting after the man that was admittedly twice your size. When you caught up, you took your bo staff and swept his feet, making him fall forward on his face. You quickly clambered onto the man’s back, using your body weight to pin him, kicking the purse out of his reach, and zip tying his wrists together. The whole interaction took maybe 15 seconds, but it took Bakugo by surprise. He didn’t expect you to have the courage to jump into action so quickly, and he hadn’t realized that you were so strong. He knew then that he had been underestimating you, and it made him take you more seriously, and pay more attention to you.

The first time he realized he was attracted to you was the first time you sparred together. After that day on patrol, you started talking more, you learned about each other's training habits and quirks. He learned that you focused a lot of your training in martial arts. Since you were smaller, you knew you needed to know how to counter opponents that were bigger than you, and martial arts gave you the skills you needed to do that. One evening after work, you asked Bakugo if he wanted to train with you, and he said yes, expecting to pin you quickly and go home. You both agreed not to use your quirks and the winner would be the person that could pin the other for 5 seconds.

Bakugo was much larger than you, his biceps the size of your head, bulging when he reached out to try to pin you. You skillfully dodged each of his advances, using his momentum to land your own attacks and keep him off balance. Frustrated, Bakugo finally let loose a growl and lunged at you, attempting to use the sheer size of his body to force you down. You placed a hand on his shoulder when he neared you, kicking your legs over the both of your heads into a semi-cartwheel and forcefully brought one knee down into the middle of his back, the pressure making Bakugo’s legs go numb and his body to topple to the ground. He found himself in a similar position as the bandit that you had taken down on patrol, with you sitting on his back, his arms pinned behind him and his cheek against the ground. He looked up at you from the corner of his eye, a frustrated frown painted on his face. You can’t help but to let out a quiet giggle and a simple “I win” as you give him a small smile.

Your hair had mostly fallen out of the ponytail you had put it in before your match, pieces of it sticking to your forehead with sweat. Your eyes glowed with pride as you sat on top of him, and Bakugo could feel a faint blush creep onto his cheeks and blood rush south as he imagined you in this position above him, sinking onto his full cock with that same look in your eyes. When he got the feeling back in his legs, he pushed up on his arms, bucking you off his back and stalking towards the locker room, keeping his back to you to hide his semi-hard length.

After that moment, Bakugo couldn’t stay away from you. He never admitted his feelings to you, of course, but that didn’t stop him spending time with you, taking in the way you always greeted him with a gentle smile, how you never flinched when he yelled at the other sidekicks, your lightweight touch on his back as you tried to get around him in the copy room. You started getting dinner together, too. It wasn’t a date, despite what Kirishima said, Bakugo just wanted to eat dinner with a friend who he was incredibly attracted to.

You took turns recommending places to eat, trying new things, and rating them at the end of dinner. This week it was your turn and you had been craving Pho, so you recommended a restaurant near the agency that served it. You laughed at Bakugo as he piled his Pho with jalapenos and sriracha, trying to make it spicier. You enjoyed every bit of your meal, even bringing the bowl to your lips to drink the remaining broth of your soup. After you were both finished, Bakugo paid the bill and you started walking home.

“I rate it a 10,” you say, satisfied, rubbing your full belly. “What do you rate it?” You look at Bakugo expectantly.

“Tch,” he scoffs, keeping his pace slow as he walks you to your apartment. He wants to take his time, he doesn’t want to say goodbye yet. “It wasn’t that good. 5,” he shrugs.

“What? You’re too picky, that was a good meal,” You say with a pout.

“I’m not picky, I just have high standards,” Bakugo says as he feels a water droplet land on his cheek. He pulls a hand from where he had it shoved in his pocket, reaching out to feel more droplets hit his palms. He looks up to see gray storm clouds over your heads, so he reaches out to grab your hand and starts pulling you quickly to your apartment building. Just before you’re about to make it to the safety of an awning, the rain starts to pour and you both get soaked.

After pushing inside your building, you ask Bakugo if he wants to dry off in your apartment. He nods, letting go of your hand and following you up the stairs. Inside your apartment, he finds himself lingering in your living room while you change into dry clothes and search for a towel for him. When you return, you’re dressed in sweats and a white t-shirt that does nothing to hide your hardened nipples from Bakugo’s gaze. You bring him a fluffy towel, pulling him down to your level and plopping it on his head, drying his hair yourself.

He grunts at the action, unsure how to process the affection. When he looks at you from under the towel, he can see a smile on your face, but your eyes are dark and it’s like there is something else plaguing your mind. He watches as your eyes wander down his torso, taking in the way his dark, wet shirt clings to his muscles, and then finally lands on the space between his legs where he can feel himself hardening. You release a small gasp, but don’t pull away, instead simply bringing your eyes up to meet his for a few seconds before you lean in and place a short kiss on his lips.

Bakugo’s eyes widen when you press your lips to his, confused at first, and then closing them after he finally processes it all. You like him. You want him. And he wants you. When you pull away from him, he stands to his full height, dragging the towel off his head till it hits the floor, and then he’s grabbing you by the waist to pull you into a searing kiss. You gasp again and Bakugo takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, doing his best to make it clear how he feels, that he wants you, he needs you, and he doesn’t want to waste another moment without you.

When you part from the kiss, Bakugo looks into your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction, and he finds you smiling with glossy eyes and bruised lips. He gives you a small smirk and you giggle at him, aware that he’s not the type to lay his heart on his sleeve, confess his love and tell you how he feels. But you know how he feels, he tells you in the way his grip tightens around your waist, in how he pulls you into his chest and tucks his head into your neck, in the way he breathes in your scent and hums against your skin. Bakugo has feelings for you, and now that he has you, he won’t let you go.

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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Just one single glimpse of relief

TW: OC death, death themes

“Hey,” Sydnee looked up at the sound of the voice. It was familiar, safe, and it stopped her tears for a moment. She can’t remember where she was or what she’d been doing. All she knew was that she was scared and upset and didn’t know what to do. It felt like she’d been crying forever when the voice appeared. “Hey there, it’s Phantom. Can I come closer?”

Sydnee gasped as the town hero, Phantom, approached her slowly. Syd was a bit of a nerd and she couldn’t get enough of those superhero movies. She always tuned in to Phantom’s fights on TV; he was as close as she’d get to a real life Superman or Captain Marvel. She’d never seen him up close before though. He was younger than he appeared on TV, not more than his early teens. Sydnee, almost 24, was hit by a wave of mortification over how they’d described the hunky, we-thought-he-was-older kid on Margarita Night. This day just got better and better, not that she remembered it.

“How are you doing?” Phantom asked quietly, floating near her but not getting too close. He was watching her warily but not unkindly. She saw how some folks treated him, he was probably worried she’d throw a shoe at him. “What’s your name?”

“Sydnee, with an extra e not a y. Uh Tanner, Sydnee Tanner,” she mumbled. Ugh why were words so hard. Her head felt fuzzy and very far away, she thinks she was going to start panicking again. What was she even so upset about? “I don’t know what’s going on. Where are we and what happened. I don’t- I don’t remember anything.”

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly, floating a little closer. The soft glow he emitted brightened up the dark place they were in. Was she in a collapsed tunnel? What had she been doing here? She’d never been claustrophobic but the debris and rubble of the place seemed to close in on her. “Hey, hey, just look at me.” She turned and met his kind eyes, soft and easy. “We’ll walk through it together. What is the last thing you remember?”

“I was late to work,” Syd said, the memory popping up before her. “I um work at the Donut Delights bakery in that strip mall next to the middle school. My cats had knocked over some of my houseplants in the night so I had to clean them up and was running behind. I open the store on Wednesdays - oh it’s Wednesday! - so I knew I’d be in trouble. But I made it, just barely. I was starting up the ovens when.” Syd furrowed her brow and took in the hero before her. The one who was almost never seen outside a fight. “There was a ghost attack, wasn’t there?”

“Welcome to Amity Park,” Phantom said grimly. “I’ve been here a couple times; the jalapeno bacon topped donuts are my favorite. My mom and sister buy them sometimes if they want to bribe me into doing something.”

“You weirdo, only crazy people eat that weird flavor,” Sydnee chuckled. “You have a family?”

“Of course, we all have a family out there somewhere. What about you?” He asked gently. There was something about the soft way he was talking to her, the way his eyes flickered around the dark like he was looking for something. He had news he didn’t want to tell her and she wasn’t ready to hear it. Not yet. Just a few more minutes of denial before she faced the revelation she couldn’t bear to touch yet.

“Yeah, mom and dad and two younger sibs. Folks divorced forever ago, I barely remember them actually being together. Mom is is living it up in Dubai working as a pastry chef in one of their fancy hotels. Dad’s an auto-mechanic down on Maple street, Duke’s Car Services. Pretty sure you got tossed through the window a year ago.”

“I’ve been tossed through many windows but I know the place you’re talking about. So a big family, any friends? Boyfriends? Girlfriends?”

“I have a boyfriend,” she continued on hastily, taking the distraction for what it was. “I like him, a lot and we’ve been dating since high school. Everyone says I should marry him and we’ve talked about it, casually, but I’ve never dated anyone else and wonder if I should see other people first. You know, test the waters before I settle down with my high school sweetheart like my folks did and look how they turned out.”

“Mhmm,” Phantom hummed nodding, encouraging her to continue.

“DeShawn is great though, he’s very supportive and sweet in his own kind of absentminded way. He’s got epilepsy real bad though, I have to drive him everywhere since he’s always at risk of a seizure. Annoying sometimes but its nice, you can learn a lot about a person from a conversation while you’re alone together.”

“Very true, I’m learning a lot now,” Phantom smiled. “What about your siblings?”

“I have a brother and a sister, Kennedy is finishing his sophomore year of college and Janelle will be a senior in high school. She was a surprise baby, one last attempt of my parents to reconcile before the big D. It didn’t help but I got a great sister out of it, she’s a real firecracker.”

“Janelle,” Phantom’s eyes lit up. “She’s the one always dying her hair. I see her in the hallways of Casper, she’s hard to miss. I think she draws too, she won an art award I think.”

“Yeah!” Sydnee said enthusiastically, she reached out and grabbed ahold of Phantom’s arm. It was cold but solid. It reminded her that she really couldn’t feel anything, nothing but him. “Yeah, I swear her hair is a new color every time I see her. It’s a dark purple now, it looks pretty good on her. She was a peachy orange for picture day last year. Mom called her up screaming when she saw the photos.”

“I thought it looked cool,” Phantom grinned, “not that I was there for picture day. Ghost attack, you know. My mom was upset with me too.” They laughed lightly for a minute before it gently petered off leaving them alone in the dark. Sydnee didn’t have any feeling in her toes, in any part of her. She felt light and disconnected and all over out of sorts. She was pretty sure she knew what had happened but she couldn’t face it yet. But talking to Phantom, it seemed a little easier.

“I remember the attack now,” Sydnee stated quietly. “It was a big ghost bear only it was the size of a pickup truck. It rammed into the store there was chaos and screaming. It was so loud, the screaming of the customers, the bear, building coming down on top of us...” her lips wobbled. “We’re still in the store, aren’t we? I haven’t wanted to turn around because... because I know my body is buried underneath the concrete back there.”

“Yeah,” Phantom breathed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get here in time. Most everyone in the area got out but you and a few others in the store got trapped under the rubble. Mrs. McDaniels who lived on Eustis street and was the first woman in her family to go to college plus Eddie Drake who came down from Chicago to check out the ghost stuff with their boyfriend and was a tattoo artist.”

“Did you talk to them too?” She questioned in surprise.

“Briefly, Mrs. McDaniels didn’t stay long, just long enough to tell me, and I quote, “stop wasting time on her dead ass and get to the others.” She already passed on. Eddie, they didn’t take it well. We talked for a while and I think they need a little more time to accept it, see their loved ones first. I warned them that the longer they delay death, the harder it is and the more you lose yourself. You’re the last, all the way in the back of the store. When you’re ready, I’m going to bring your body out.”

“Thank you,” she whispered before breaking out into hysterical laughter. “God I bet I’m a wreck, I think I put my shirt on inside out I was in such a rush this morning,” she sniffled. “What do I do now, as a ghost? I don’t have to, like, attack people, do I?”

“No,” Phantom sighed. “Most ghosts are just normal people, no one else but other ghosts will see you and you’re not going to be strong enough to interact with the real world for a long, long time. You can stick around a bit if you want, watch over your family but it’s like I told Eddie, you forget things pretty quick. Or you can move on, that part I can’t help you with but I’ve helped a lot of others go that route and I’m told it’s easy.”

“Easy, then why haven’t you?” She questioned angrily, the full weight of the situation crashing over her. She shoved him and he floated back passively. “I’m a freaking ghost and you’re here talking to me like you’re my therapist or something. Who’s gonna take DeShawn to his appointments? Or praise my sister’s creative messes? Or badger Ken into picking major? My life is over and you think you can float there and lecture me about it being easy to move on!”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Phantom soothed, scratching at the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry Sydnee, I wish I could turn back the clock an hour, two hours, and prevent this from happening but I can’t. I’ve tried to mess with time and it doesn’t end well for anyone. I just want, I just want what’s best for you now. You can stay or you can go but I want you to make the decision that you feel most comfortable with. That’s all I can do for you.”

“I think I’d be sad,” she said, crying again, “being able to see everyone but not talk to them, to watch them cry over me. I don’t want to forget them either.” Phantom watched her, easily and earnestly. “What made you choose to stay? Why didn’t you go?”

“I’m a little complicated but I can tell you, when I’ve done all I need to here, I’m not hanging around a second longer than I have to. Being a ghost has it’s perks but it’s also, it’s being stuck in a place you longer fit, watching the world go on without you.”

“Okay,” Syd hiccupped. “Okay, yeah okay.”

“Okay,” Phantom nodded. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, please don’t,” she grabbed his hands again. “Please I don’t, I know I died alone but I don’t want to do... this alone. Please stay, ugh, calling you Phantom is weird sorry.”

“I don’t know if it’s any less weird but you can call me Danny,” Phantom, Danny, laughed. It was an ordinary name for a superhero but it fit. There was a special thrill in knowing the ghost boy’s name but it’s not like she was going to be around to tell anyone. It was scary, to think of not existing but also sort of comforting, like a long nap with nothing pressing to get up for.

“Can you tell them that I love them, in my place? I know it’s a lot and I’m sure you’re super busy saving the town and everything-”

"It’s not a problem. I’m sure they know but I’ll be happy to pass on the message,” he smiled and it made him look so young. For a second she was struck by how sad it was that she was relying on a kid a decade younger than her for support. But he was here and he was kind and he was what she needed right now. Maybe one day, he’d have his own person talking him through this last step.

“Okay, Danny, thanks really. For talking, for staying. I’m scared but I, I think I’m ready.” She closed her eyes and squeezed his hands tightly. “Do you, will it hurt?”

“No,” he said, his voice warm despite his inherent chill. “No, Sydnee. No, the hurting is all over now. All you have left ahead of you is peace. Thank you for all that did, you’ll be missed.”

“I’ll see you on the other side. Goodbye.” The world faded to a pinprick, consumed by light. The last thing she saw before she went into it was a stranger’s smile.

XxX

“Here’s the last,” Phantom said solemnly, delicately setting a broken body he’d carried out of the dilapidated building and on the sidewalk next to the others. “This is Sydnee Tanner, she was the only employee in the store at the time. She has cats at home who will need taking care of. Her dad works at Duke’s Car Services along with siblings and a boyfriend.”

“Don’t know how you know all that but thanks for getting these folks out,” Sheriff Newton sighed. “Damn shame. Keep up the good work kid, we’ll save the next ones for sure. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some rather unhappy news to break to several people.”

“Do you mind if I tag along? I have a few messages I need to pass on.”

#danny phantom #me: makes up a random OC for the sake of the story #also me: oh my gawd sydney oh my goodd im so sorry baby Im sorry #the exciting continuation of Robin gets weirdly existential and peaceful about death #just the image of Danny saving the living then going on to talk to and help the dead he couldnt save move on #it fucking gets me okay?#he really is the bridge hero for the living and the dead alike #i love him so fucking much #well now Im emo for the rest of forever #title from Taylor Swifts epiphany #amazing a story title that DOESNT come from the 18-19th century death poem #i must be mad #Im reading it over again and its like way longer than it needs to be bc I kept adding more and more to sydnees story

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5 times Leo hit on Calypso as her Barista and one time it worked

Word Count: 3.8K

Summary: Coffee Shop AU! Calypso is running late one day so she ends up going to a coffee shop- what she doesn’t expect is for her barista to be Bad boy supreme

Later on in this fic, they sing this song.

Warnings?: Not much, terrible pick up lines, mainly fluff, making out.

A/N: This took me so long but alas, here it is! This is kinda my first official fluff and I tried okay. Anyway, enjoy, comment, share, like- you know the drill. <3 from moi!

The 1st Thursday

Calypso was not happy with the line she was waiting in. She was running late and thus was at a coffee shop- somewhere she preferred not to go. The weather was terrible, grey skies as well as heavy rain that had Calypso drenched. The stupid forecast hadn’t predicted the rain and thus she had left her apartment without an umbrella nor raincoat.

The coffee shop was small but cute, she had to admit. The staff seemed small but efficient and within a few minutes, Calypso found herself at the front of the line, face to face with a boy with rich dark tan skin and the most dazzling smile she had ever seen. He had long dimples and his dark curly hair would flop over his face in a cute manner.

“Hi, Welcome to Steamy Beans Coffee. I’m Super sized Mcshizzle and I will be taking your order today, do you have your order ready?” He looked up at the girl in front of him and immediately, his lips stretched into a lazy and goofy smile. She frowned at the nickname but internally she wanted to laugh, even his name badge read Super Sized Mcshizzle- Who called themselves that?

“Can I get a cappuccino with 2 espresso shots, please.” She reached into her bag to pull out her purse while the boy at the counter hummed and tapped at the machine in front of him.

“What kind of milk?” He looked up again, cheekily smiling as if he had something planned.

“Uh, almond is fine.”

“And your name?” He asked, pulling out a marker. Before she could answer, he cut in.

“Does your name start with a C-”

“-Actually it doe-”

“-Because I can C us together.”

Calypso resisted the urge to smile and instead raised an eyebrow at the horribly cheesy pick up line. Despite this, she was a bit impressed- Her name did technically start with a C.

“Calypso. That’s my name,” She told him as she walked away from the counter and sat at one of the stalls, waiting for her name to be called out.

The 2nd Thursday

Somehow, Calypso found herself queuing outside the same coffee shop the next Thursday. Whilst she told herself it was because the coffee was perfect, it was truly to see the brown haired grinning boy who had served her last week. Pick up lines weren’t really her poison, but he wasn’t creepy and even she had to admit it- He was cute.

As the queue grew shorter, she grabbed her purse ready to pay. She had subconsciously chosen to wear better clothes and style her hair today. Was it a stupid decision to wear white when drinking coffee? Absolutely. But Calypso was 100% willing to take the risk.

“Hi, welcome to Steamy Beans Coffee. I’m Bad Boy Supreme and I will be taking your order today, do you have an order ready?” The boy looked up, with his hair flopping about. He had rolled his sleeves up and Calypso, who wasn’t about to get caught, quickly averted her eyes elsewhere. She noticed that his name had changed- so had his badge. Did he have a collection of these names? She’d have to ask him next time.

Oh, so there will be a next time, huh? She asked herself.

Shut up.

“Oh. Calypso, right? Same as last time?” He asked as he hovered his finger over the machine.

“Oh, yeah. Cappuccino please.”

As she waited for her name to be called out, she pulled out her sketchbook and started sketching the cute barista. From his elf like ears to his slanted chocolate eyes and the funny curl that went in the complete opposite direction of his hair earning him a messy hair look. It was only a basic sketch but it had outlined him.

“Cappuccino for Calypso?” a familiar voice called out. She was slightly surprised to find her Barista also handing off her coffee but she also quite flattered. Or maybe she was just overthinking this. He could easily just have switched around for a friend- it can’t have been just for her.

“Thanks,” she murmured as she reached into her purse, trying to find the appropriate change in her purse.

“You and I are like nachos with jalapeños. I'm super cheesy, you're super hot, and we belong together.” The pick up line rolled off his tongue as he leant over the counter separating them. He had a smirk that made Calypso immediately lose her strong front and spill her change all over the counter.

“What?!” she sputtered as her eyes darted to the change. She managed to scoop most of it into her arms without looking too much like a fool. She quickly grabbed her coffee and made her way out of the shop as fast as she possibly could, hoping she didn’t look as ridiculous as she thought she did.

The 3rd Thursday

“You don’t understand, last time the pick up line was creepy. She probably thinks I’m a weirdo now!” Leo groaned as he slammed his head on the counter beside his friend Will who always worked the same shift as him. Unfortunately, Will did not get to witness what Leo kept on describing as ‘a catastrophe’.

“She won’t come in today, I bet. Ugh, I really screwed up.”

“It really can’t have been that bad!” Will argued, dragging Leo by the arm to the front counter.

“I said You and I are like nachos with Jalapenos. I’m super cheesy, you’re super hot and we belong together.”

Will cringed. “Okay, that is bad.”

Calypso could not believe she was coming back to the coffee shop. The previous pick up line was terrible, in fact it was almost as bad as the ‘I’m here, what are your other two wishes’ pick up line that a creepy person had used on her earlier but in all honesty it wasn’t the barista that was the problem. It was the fact that she could not crush over someone with pickup lines as bad as those. This time, she had decided to use her card to pay so she wouldn’t have to deal with spilt change everywhere.

“Hi, welcome to Steamy Beans Coffee. I’m Commander tool Belt- that’s because my major is engineering and I fixed the old coffee machine- how can I help you?” The curly haired boy in front of her said miserably while slumped behind the counter with his face practically leaning on the machine.

“I was hoping for the usual?” Her meek voice came out questioning. Leo’s head shot off the counter, almost slamming into the machine.

“Wow… uh cappuccino again?”

“Yep…” she searched for something to say. “So engineering major huh?”

“Mhmm. I like making things I guess. What about you?”

“Natural sciences. I was going to do art but I guess plants and animals are more of my poison.” She shrugged.

“You can draw?” he asked, his voice peaking interest and turning around slightly.

“Yes, why do you sound so surprised at that?”

He batted his hand. “Oh nothing, just something we have in common.” He then winked and Calypso had to do everything she could to not react. She stood in front of the counter, waiting for her coffee but saw that her barista was screwing his eyes up and writing something on a cup. She wanted to pull out her sketchbook and draw the cute face he was pulling, leaning back and holding the cup in front of him as if it were an invention he had never seen.

“Cappuccino for Calypso!” A sing-song voice that could only be her barista called out. She had to admit, his voice was not bad. In fact, it was quite impressive and it had a nice harmonious tune to it.

“Thank you…” she said in a suspicious tone, as she swiped her card over the contactless payment machine. Her barista was suspiciously silent and she had yet to hear a terrible pick up line. He had a mischievous smile as if he had set something on fire and not told anyone anything about it. As she picked up her coffee, she noticed a lot more black marker on the cup and held it away from her face to read it.

Are you made of Copper and tellurium? Because you are CuTe.

She wanted to face palm at such a classic science pun but she was also impressed that he knew elements of the periodic table so easily. She let out a small laugh to let him know that she had noticed the pick up line before she took a small sip and smiled.

The 4th Thursday

“I’m telling you, she actually laughed at the line! That’s a good thing right?” Leo asked as he put on his apron.

“And I’m telling you, if you want her to go out with you, hit her with a star wars pun,” Will ugred while tying his apron behind his back.

“You’re obsessed with star wars.”

“Hey, it worked for me and Nico!” Will pointed out as they made their way to the counter.

“Sun boy, we all know you and Mr Debbie Downer did not get together over Star Wars pick up lines,” Leo argued.

Calypso was running late. She hated being late. It was like slowly ticking off the boxes for panic 101. She was wearing mismatched socks, had the wrong books for class and the laces of her shoes were untied. At least the line was significantly shorter than usual and while normally that would have made Calypso question the occasion, she was too much in a rush to truly care.

As she ran in, she tripped over her laces and almost fell had it not been for the arms of the person in front of her. As she looked up to find her saviour, she found herself face to face with the curly brown haired boy who today wore the badge of ‘Admiral Leo’. She thought Leo was a nice name and it suited him very well- much better than any other name would have.

“Hey, tie your shoes!” he scolded her and she was surprised by his concern over her safety. Alas, she had spoken too soon,

“I don’t want you falling for anyone else.” he murmured, his lips right by her ear and his hot breath making goosebumps form all across her neck. He then reached down onto his knees, and did her laces. However, she noticed the manner he did them were different to how she would normally do them.

“You know that’s how children do their laces, right?” Her hands rested on her hips as he gasped dramatically and held his hand over his heart.

“Are you calling me a child?”

Before she could say yes, he cut her off.

“The answer is I totally am a child because that means I can eat off the child menu,” He grinned foolishly. “Life hacks with Admiral Leo!”

The 5th Thursday

“I’m telling you Leo- Make the Star Wars pun. Please! For me, do it for me!” Will begged as he tied Leo’s apron for him. Leo was reluctant to go with a Star Wars pun. He didn’t know if Calypso would get it or if she was into nerdy stuff like that but he was running out of ideas. He hadn’t gotten any terrible sparks of inspiration and the Star Wars inspired pun that Will had told him couldt go too badly?

Nervously, Leo waited behind the counter, his hands tapping as if he had just slapped on a nicotine patch and then glugged 6 espresso’s. In other words, Leo was anxious. If he just made the drinks without thinking about it, he could get his mind off it but when he started remembering that she may walk in at any moment, he could feel his hands shake and his stomach begin to churn.

Calypso was very happy. She had no classes today, no research studies to deal with and she had even managed her time well enough to hang out with a friend before heading towards her newly found and now favourite coffee shop. She knew it was it because of a certain curly haired and cheekily grinning boy.

“Hello, welcome to Steamy Beans Coffee, I’m Flaming Valdez- don’t ask please- how can I assist you today?” He once again looked up and when seeing Calypso, he recited her order before the words could come out of her mouth.

“Cappuccino with 2 espresso shots and almond milk?”

Calypso, a bit shocked, nodded. She could feel small butterflies forming in her stomach thinking about how Leo had memorised her order.

Stop being silly. He probably memorises every regular’s order.

“Soo… Flaming Valdez… what’s the story behind that?” She asked, despite his warning. Leo tipped his head back and let out a throaty laugh that had Calypso tingling all over- How can a person have such a gorgeous laugh? How can someone look so good while laughing?

“Oh, that’s a good story. Every year, we celebrate the owners birthday by having the shop to ourselves. No customers, just the staff chilling. Anyway, so it’s like 9pm and we’re all meant to be out because it was sunset an hour ago but instead we’re still in the shop. Everyone’s gathered right out there because your boy, Flaming Valdez, brought in Roman candles!” Leo pointed to the chairs and tables outside the shop.

“Roman candles?” Calypso asked, a tad confused. Her face scrunched up a bit and Leo almost died from how cute her face looked.

“They’re like fireworks. There’s a slight difference with how the shell explodes compared to fireworks and they are a much more traditional version of fireworks but…” He trailed off when he noticed Calypso’s confused face- he just managed to remember that she wasn’t a nerd like him and didn’t study fireworks in her freetime.

“Anyway, Will has the red ones and I have the green ones and so we literally start shooting them at each other like we’re re-enacting Harry Potter or something!”

“What! Can’t someone get set on fire from that?”

“Well yeah actually, they can. Will shoots one at me, sparks at my hair and sets it on fire. I’m running around trying to stop my burning hair while everyone is laughing. The crowd started cheering ‘Flaming Valdez’ and since then, they’ve adopted me that name. I’ve tried to get them to change it but it seems to stick,” he laughed while making her coffee.

“Yeah, I think I’ve seemed to notice. Super sized Mcshizzle, Bad boy supreme, Commander tool belt, Admiral Leo and today- Flaming Valdez.” She listed all the names he would wear on his badges off her fingers. However, that may have been a mistake because when she looked up, she saw Leo shooting her a sly grin that made the butterflies start going crazy in her stomach again.

“So you remember my names, huh?”

“It’s the nice thing to do,” she defended, a blush rising on her cheeks as she reached for some napkins.

Leo took a deep breath- he couldn’t believe that he was going to use Will’s Star Wars pick up line.

“Do you like Star Wars? Cause Yoda only one for me.” The words practically rolled off his tongue and Calypso froze before breaking in laughter. She couldn't hold it in anymore- this was by far the funniest of all the pick up lines he had used. She pulled out a pen and scribbled something down on her sketchpad before ripping it out.

Leo, distraught, watched as she laughed at the pick up line. He should have listened to his gut and never made the pick up line. Oh gosh, he looked like an absolute loser now. Who makes Star Wars puns other than nerds? He handed Calypso the coffee and watched as she quickly left.

He noticed the sketch she had left behind, it looked oddly familiar. In fact, he could have sworn it looked just like him. She had been sketching him everytime she waited for her coffee. He traced finger gently over the outline of his face, smiling. She had drawn everything in such detail, he felt like he was looking in the mirror but at the same time he felt she had facetuned him and made him look.. Well, perfect. Did she think he needed all these faults fixed? Or was this just how she saw him? She somehow made every flaw seem gorgeous and beautiful and he didn’t know how to feel as he looked at the bottom of the sketch.

His eyes widened as he read the note left at the bottom of the sketch.

Hey Leonidas (your co-worker told me that). Here’s my number - 07669833256.

P.S- Star Wars puns ALWAYS work.

Yours truly, Calypso

“Leo? Are you good?” Will stopped to ask him.

“Star Wars puns always work- you were right,” he said starstruck.

The Next Friday

“Mamacita, get off those tables, I need to clean them,” Leo huffed, holding a spray bottle threateningly and a cloth in his other hand. Calypso, giggling and giddy hopped off the table. She watched as Leo quickly sprayed it down before wiping it.

“Are you checking me out?” Leo’s smug voice cut through Calypso’s thoughts, snapping her out of mind. Her initial reaction was to stutter and wildly deny it however today at 7pm, she felt more bold than usual and decided to tease him a bit.

“So what if I was?”

Leo almost froze at the bold response, not expecting the reaction from her. They’d been officially going out for one week and so far, Calypso had been quite shy. A kiss on the cheek here and there, a bit of innocent flirting but no one had really openly confessed their feelings. It was obvious to everyone around them that they liked each other but they seemed determined to have the other say it first.

“Well if you were… " He turned around to see her smirking with both hands on her hips. He was not losing to Calypso- he would make her confess her feelings first if it was the last thing he did. She sat herself on the counter behind her and beckoned Leo forward with her finger. He raised an eyebrow at the bold move but obliged.

Leo stood between Calypso’s thighs, his hands slipping around her waist. Their faces were close enough that if Calypso and Leo both moved their head slightly forward, they’d be kissing. Funnily enough, they both had started eating mints and chewing gum whenever they’d be with each other as if they were planning the moment.

“I still can’t believe those pick up lines worked,” Calypso sighed, her hands moving onto Leo’s shoulders, comfortably rubbing them back and forth.

“Bad Boy supreme is very much offended by those comments.”

“Nu uh. Ever since that blond co-worker of yours told me that your full name is Leonidas...” She paused to unsuccessfully hold in a small laugh. “...That your name is Leonidas, it’s been Leonidas and it will always be Leonidas to me.”

“Not even Leo?” He asked, his eyes entering puppy eyes mode. Calypso remained unimpressed and shook her head. Their eyes locked and they could feel each other's thoughts. Just as their heads were leaning in,the radio behind the counter bugged out and static started blaring everywhere. Calypso wanted to curse god- of coure something just had to ruin the moment. Immediately, the two students shoved their hands over their ears and Leo jumped over the counter to quickly fix the horrendous noise. A few minutes later, About Love by Marina started softly playing through the cafe’s speakers.

The moment seemed like it was manufactured for a movie. The beautiful sunset on the horizon, the romantic music and most of all, Leo’s playful smile as he held his hand out asking Calypso to dance. She, of course, accepted and the two twirled about in each other's arms. They weren’t very good and they kept on stepping on each other's toes but eventually they got into a position where Leo’s hands were wrapped around her waist and Calypso’s arms were thrown around Leo’s neck.

Leo watched as Calypso closed eyes and softly sang the words to the song under her breath.

“Started in the strangest way, didn’t see it coming.”

Leo started singing with her, “My head gets messy when I try to hide.”

“The things I love about you in my mind” Their voices were harmonious and in sync.

“I don’t really know a lot about love, a lot about love, a lot about love but you’re in my head, you’re my blood and it feels so good, it hurts so much.” Calypso had her head leaning on Leo’’s chest and she could hear the steady thumping of his heart quicken.

“Shall I take this as your confession of love to me?” He murmured into her hair. Calypso shot her head up so fast that she almost butted Leo in the chin.

“Hell no, Leonidas.”

Yet, as she said those words, her face leaned upwards towards Leo with her intense gaze falling to his lips. They looked soft, supple even and she felt so tempted to reach out and brush them. In fact, she felt so tempted to touch them that she didn’t even notice her actual hand reaching out to brush against his bottom lip.

Leo had to physically restrain himself from shivering when he felt Calypso’s finger brush over his bottom lip, dragging it back slightly before slowly setting her hand at the side of his face. Slowly, like they were two magnets slowly attracting each other, they leaned in. When they were practically breathing in each other's face, Leo decided to spring one more pick up line on Calypso.

“Did you know that my lips are skittles?” Leo cut in quickly. Calypso quickly frowned, not catching on. Leo continued, “ And you’re about to taste the rainbow.”

Calypso groaned, throwing her head back while Leo giggled to himself. Sick of chasing each other, Calypso grabbed Leo’s face with both her hands and smashed her lips into his, abruptly shutting him up. To say Leo was surprised would be the understatement of the year. He was in a true state of panic, thinking what he should do with his hands, his lips, his entire being. Her lips moved against his, encouraging him. He wrapped his hands around her waist, both of them moving up her back, pulling her into the kiss.

They pulled away for a brief second, looking each other in the eye before slamming their lips back together. Had anyone walked in on them, it would have only been appropriate to say that they were devouring each other- their lips pushed and their hands pulled. Their lips moved in sync and Calypso weaved her hands into Leo’s curls. It was demonically passionate as their tongues slipped across each other's lips. The heat of the kiss spread across Calypso’s face- the blush was so obvious, she felt like her lips were on fire. Nothing could have stopped them, not even if the entire world was on fire.

As they pulled away, Calypso had one more trick up her sleeve.

“As far I’m concerned, the rainbow tasted pretty damned good,” She remarked, referencing to Leo’s previous pick up line.

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