#Sparky the Dancing Rai

[trainerlynda]

Intro

Hello, I guess I should tell you about myself?

I'm Lynda! I'm 35 years old and bigender, going by she/her he/him.

Born the 31st of January.

I research legendary pokemon in my off time, chasing legends and rumors about new ones. I find them very fascinating!

//Current Arc: none at the moment!

//Finished Arc: Fool's Faller

My main team is

Espeon (He/Him).

Raichu (She/Her).

Charizard (pretty sure he's a clone 'zard...) (He/Him).

Sceptile (He/Him).

Greninja (He/They. Demi boy).

Hydreigon (She/Her)!

As for my champ team? You'll need to challenge me to find out~

I also have a Giratina named Oblivion (He/They/It).

I like calling him Blivie. I don't really use him in battle or keep him in his ball, but I can call on him when I need to. He has his own account! @oblivionthegiratina.

I'm married to @silveredfeathers, so no funny business, got it? Really not into flirty banter unless you're him... or @timetravelerpyrite, recently a boyfriend.

I guess I should put this here now since its out now...

The link above will tell you what I am.

Sometimes members of my team will steal my phone so-

⚡: Sparky (She also likes using Yellow for her text.)

🐱: Espie (He likes using Purple for his text (He doesn't like pink))

🦎: Riptor (He likes using Green for his text.

//Mini events that have happened/are happening.

//Shadow Creatures (A mini takeover event)

//Extra info under the cut.

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//Ooc. This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by the same pronouns. All art I use is my own! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion ... Here's some of my other accounts as well!

//Link to her trainer card!

//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.

//No magic anons, Lyn has been through enough and I personally don't like them.

//I will not ship with anyone who isn't my BF (and myself, but that's a note for later), just for my comfort. Lyn's universe is a mix of pokemon and abunch of other things, if she goes to hang out with someone he'll likely go there with a portal.

//I am very open to crossover stuff! My character in herself is rather crossovery and his universe has dimensional travel, her world is separate from others and Giratina like screwing around with that (Palkia? Whos that? /j)

//Pokemon in his universe have human levels of sentience, however she is aware of places that have Pokemon that aren't sentient, so he won't find that odd.

//Real life animals exist along side Pokemon in her universe, like divergent evolution (not the pokemon thing, the science thing)

//I don't bite! (But my character might-)

//What the tags mean.

//Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking.

Random Lynda Rambles: Lynda just saying random things, non serious tag, silliness encouraged.

//It is now Lyn Chats.

Lore Crumbs: Me sprinkling little tasty crumbs as a treat (Lynda info).

//Not used much anymore

//Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for Lyn and/or Silver.

//Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished.

Shifting Explorer: Closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something.

Espie the Espeon: For ease of finding Espie's posts.

Sparky the Dancing Rai: For ease of finding Sparky's posts.

Riptor the Great Gecko: For ease of finding Riptor's posts.

Oblivion the Distorted: For ease of finding Oblivion's posts.

Icy Apathy (Daniel): Daniel posts

Whirlpool Emotions (Jade): Jade Posts

Shocking Chaos (Crackle): Crackle Posts

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//To do: Make a important pokemon list, make a general info background thing for Lyn (like those wiki pages for celebrities), make a public ref sheet for Lyn and her Pokemon (4/7 done), write out a public history thing for Lynda and @silveredfeathers (With help from Zorana (Silver's mod), again like those dumb wikis), get the courage to talk to other people (ongoing) /lh

[awalkingnovel]

I Hope There Are Days

When your coffee tastes like magic.

When the sun feels warm,

When someone offers you love,

On a cold evening,

In the form of a fuzzy jacket.

I hope there are days,

When you can be kind,

To people and yourself.

When you can be the reason,

For that stranger's smile.

When you can applaud yourself,

For how far you've come.

I hope there are days,

When you fall in love,

With the idea of staying alive.

When u can cry or laugh all you want,

Without feeling guilty to embrace your life.

I hope there are days,

When you can be easy on your heart,

And give it all the time it needs,

To gather all it's broken pieces,

And breathe just fine.

I hope there are days,

That help you find the strength that lies within,

Deep beneath your scars and fears.

The ray of sunshine that hides,

Behind the dark clouds of pain.

When you learn that it's okay,

To feel lost and lonely sometimes.

But be alright at the end of the day,

For there are many by your side.

I hope there are days,

When you learn that you matter.

When you receive all the comfort you need,

After allowing your heart to shatter.

I hope there are days,

When kids make you laugh,

When you wake up thinking you're enough.

When the sky calms you down,

When nothing except for peace is loud.

When your people tell you that you're loved,

When you continue to strive even if things get tough.

I hope there are days,

That make you feel proud of who you are.

When a rainy morning excites you,

When you're no longer traumatized by your scars.

I hope there are days,

When you dance to the rhythm of happy tunes.

When you can fight for yourself,

When you're no longer afraid of your wounds.

When you can fearlessly embrace,

All that life brings.

For there is light at the end of the tunnel,

And plenteous brightness in the gloom within.

~sk

© aestheticallypoetic

[rubykgrant]

Hi, it's me again, another question I have is your Pokemon: Yellow starter gijinkas's friendships with other people: Are there any others that they made friends with as well while growing up? -The Anon with No Name

Hello~

When I think about my other Pokemon I either caught, or traded into Yellow, OR traded from Yellow to OTHER games, the ones I spent the most time leveling-up would probably get close to the Kanto Starter trio and be friends in a gijinka scenario-

-Pidge (my Pidgey from Red, that I fully evolved to a Pidgeot), would be a flight instructor who also worked as a rescue plane pilot. Older than the main kids, but when their in their early 20s, they meet, and is one of the calm and reliable friends they have. Charmer would love learning to fly from Pidge

-Tot and Walnut (my Yellow Rattata who I leveled-up to 35 but didn't evolve, and my Raticate I caught later in the wild), would be a kid Sparky knew when he was young, but later moved away... eventually, they run into each other again as adults, and Tot shares that he found an uncle he didn't know about. Walnut is one of those guys who's rough around the edges, but genuinely caring

-Petalooma and Hemlock (my Vileploom and Victreebel I traded from Red and Blue games), two somewhat of eccentric people who live near the woods, playing up the "mysterious" act. They're both botanists, both making scientific studies/illustrations of plant life, and working on combinations for medicine (plus, homemade soap). Bough seeks them out when he needs advice about a rare plant that will help cure sick friends

-Vivi (my Eevee from Yellow, who I never evolved until much later, traded her through several games, and eventually became a Sylveon), a young girl who grew up in Celadon. She's hard of hearing, and doesn't often speak, but knows several forms of sign language. She was a bit of a child prodigy, but didn't like being forced to perform academically... she wasn't able to find her inner rebel until she met Sparky and the others as a teen, and despite her gentle and attitude, she's a tough cookie (as a Sylveon, she teaches forms of dance, and has her own fashion boutique, but is also an impressive tech genius)

-Serenity (my Lapras from Crystal), would be a librarian who lives by the ocean. She'd meet Shell after a storm hits the area, and they both work together helping people who get stuck in the area (as a gijinka, she'd be in a wheelchair, and is still very adept at swimming and knows many rescue techniques/medical facts). She actually grew up near Violet City, and spent lots of time as a child exploring Union Cave (her family didn't think she was capable being in a wheelchair, but she is very good at safety measures, figuring out technical ways to make things work)

-Pandora (my Larvitar from Crystal, who I fully evolved to a Tyranitar), would be a young punk kid at first who got abandoned in the mountain area outside of Blackthorn... she had a tough time growing up, but eventually found people who cared about her, and has mellowed as an adult. Still has a strong punk vibe, though! She has worked occasionally as a boxer, but she also enjoys painting and singing

-Ray and Kamehameha (my Raichus from Red and Ultra Sun), Sparky's distant cousins who he eventually meets. Ray works at a burger place, and Kamehameha is a lifeguard. They're both fun-loving guys who like to make sure everybody is happy, and after getting to know Sparky, they each become foster parents on their own (Ray adopts Dennis and Davey, two Pichu from my Emerald game. Kamehameha adopts Michi, a Pichu from my X game)

Thanks for asking!

[blue-kyber]

I do feel like breaking your hearts and giving you "Out There" spoilers. Very spoiler heavy. Much spoiler. Many wow spoilers.

"Keebee"

“We need some decent light. Jeina,” Yune beckoned to her, “Can you bring the flare from my cabin? I’d ask Sparky to do it, but he’s still a chicken.”

“I am not a chicken,” Will folded his arms with his face scrunched up in an indignant pout, “I just don’t want to go near it, that’s all. Ever.”

Jeina ruffled the boy’s hair lovingly and left the cockpit.

She walked up the U stairs to deck three and opened the door to Yune’s cabin. 

A mess greeted her, as she’d suspected. 

Clothes and mechanical parts strewn along the edges, and the small desk harboring an unfinished project waited for its creator to return. The source flare he’d left over it to one side as a work light made her smile. It showed her that these had always been a fact of life to him. 

The sky-blue and white fabric of a well-loved plushy up against the window on his bunk caught her eye. 

Curious, she picked it up. Its black-thread smile and friendly eyes greeted her. The stuffed toy’s ray-like wings, arrowhead-shaped body with a faded blue back and dirtied white belly, and its long tail looked remarkably like one she had seen many years ago.

How cute that he had a kunabee as a comfort companion. Despite his appearance making him look fifty, he was still only a twenty-five year old. His body might have been artificially aged, and he’d gone through a lot in such a short time that forced him to take care of himself, but nothing could change his source. He still did things a normal child his age would do. 

She brushed her fingers over the soft, worn fabric of the stuffed toy. Its stitches showed repairs by someone who didn’t know how to sew, but gave it their best. It exuded a lifetime of love from a child who felt protected by it. 

She brought it close to give it a light sniff.

Time stopped. 

Her breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat. 

This wasn’t a manufactured toy. 

The energy in it and its scent instantly told her who this was.

Not what.

Who.

She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed before her knees gave out.

This was the kunabee she had spent time and care lovingly making by hand for an intelligent, hyper, two-foot-tall two year old.

The old memory lit up with golden nostalgia, immersing her in the past. 

~

 ‘Can I see? Can I see?’ 

Toddler Yune grinned up at her with large brown eyes behind shaggy bangs. He’d bounced excitedly on the balls of his bare feet, overflowing with impatience.

‘There. All finished.’ She’d handed it down to him. 

He’d snagged it immediately, then held it up with curiosity. ‘What’s this?’ He’d asked. ‘Not a Nadakit.’

‘No, it’s not a nathakit. It’s a kunabee.’

‘What it - what’s a…kaneeb...keebooni…a keeneena–?’

‘A kunabee,’ she’d chuckled, ruffling his hair, ‘It’s a very special creature that lives in the sky. It glows brightly like a shooting star, so it’s called a kunabee, which means ‘living star.’’

‘Living star?’ he’d repeated in wonder.

‘Mmhmm. It’s the most free being in the galaxy. It’s happy and playful. It likes to dance in the clouds and chase the lightning in thunderstorms. If you watch a storm, you might see one.’

‘Why this?’ he held it up to her.

She’d swiveled on her workbench stool to accept it and held it well within reach so its smiling face could shine on the boy, ‘Kunabee are very lucky. If you see one, you’ll have good luck for a year. If you see one and hear its song, that means it noticed you and gave you its song as a gift. You’ll have good luck for the rest of your life. And we can live for a very long time.’

‘Wow,’ he whispered in awe, ‘What’s it sing?’

‘It sounds like a drifting melody played by the wind. It goes low and high, like a whale. If stars had a song, that’s what it would sing.’

‘Did you see it?’

‘Once.’

‘Was it pretty?’

‘Yes. Very pretty. It looked like sunlight on the lake.’

‘Did you hear it sing?’

‘I did.’

‘So you got good luck?’

‘You’re here,’ she booped his nose, making him giggle, ‘and we live on the most beautiful planet in the galaxy away from anything that can harm us. I’d say that means I’m very lucky.’

She’d leaned back, ‘But if you want a nathakit, I can make you that instead.’

‘No!’ He’d snatched it back.

‘I thought you wanted a nathakit.’

‘No!’ He’d tossed his head from side to side vigorously, ‘No, Meima! No! I want Keebee!’

His failed attempt to pronounce ‘kunabee’ and her name melted her heart. Despite being an articulate toddler for his age, he always had a problem with her name. She’d heard him say it correctly before, so she knew he was capable. She’d started to believe he deliberately mispronounced it. This stuck around to be his nickname for her, ‘Alright. So what are you going to name it?’

‘Um…’ his little face squished up in thought, then brightened, ‘Keebee!’

‘Are you sure that’s what you’re going to name it?’

“Yes.” He’d happily squeezed it tightly to himself as if she’d given him the world, and proclaimed with absolute assured confidence that his decision was final, ‘Keebee.’

‘Keebee, it is, then.” 

He’d hugged it, ‘Feels like you, Meima.’

“Well, that’s because it holds some of my source energy.” Throughout the entire process of making the homemade plushy, she’d let her power absorb into it. She’d placed her hand on the toy to let him see threads of her power wrap around it and the kunabee to absorb into the fabric. 

His eyes had lit up with a broad smile. He’d always been fascinated by her and his parents using their power. 

‘So you always know how much I love you, and that I’ll always be there, even if you can’t see me. Keebee will bring you good luck.’

He’d held the kunabee out at arms length and focused so hard that his eyebrows knit. ‘Why can’t I make blue light?’

‘You will when you’re older,’ she smirked.

‘I don’t have blue light,’ he pouted, hugging the plushy, ‘I want blue light!’

‘Oh, you have it. Trust me. It’s there.’

‘Where?’ 

‘Right here,’ she poked his chest lightly, ‘And you have a lot of it.’

‘How much? Tell me, Meima!’ he’d hopped up and down, ‘Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!’

She laughed, ‘A lot more than me or your mommy and daddy.’

‘That ok?’

‘Very ok.’

‘Can I see it? I wanna see it!’

‘Not a good idea.’

‘Please?’

‘No.’

‘Please?’ He’d had a problem with taking ‘no’ for an answer, just like his parents. ‘Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?’

‘Ok, alright. Just a bit.’ She stood and picked him up. Holding him in one arm on her hip, she placed her hand under the back of his tiny one as he held onto the toy. 

He’d watched with sparkles in his eyes as a little blue sphere of light formed in his hand, carefully drawn out by her power. It hovered, dancing, and brilliant. He’d felt like he held a star. ‘Wow, pretty.’ He’d looked up at her, ‘Mine?’

She smiled. ‘Yours.’

He’d giggled at the way it tickled, delighted at seeing his own source energy. 

She put him down and his power retreated behind the failsafe. He tried to recall it. ‘Why not?’

‘Your failsafe is too strong. With the amount of source energy you have, we’re all thankful for the strength of your failsafe.’’

‘I don’t wanna strong fuh-safe. I wanna make blue light!’ he’d pouted.

‘If you didn’t have it, and you got mad,’ she’d played to his sensitivity, ‘you would scare the carbonites. They wouldn’t come out to play anymore.’

He’d gasped in horror and shook his head, ‘No, no, no! No scare ‘em!’ he’d hugged the kunabee harder, ‘I like the cabermites!’

‘See? Your failsafe is a good thing,’ then she’d added, ‘for all of us.’ 

He’d reached up with one arm to her. ‘Up!’

She’d picked him up and hugged him.

‘I love you, Meima.’

‘I love you, too, Yune.’ 

He’d then immediately pointed at the workbench. 

‘Ah. Do you want to help me fix this motivator?’

He nodded.

‘Do you remember what we did with the last one?’

‘Uh huh,’ he’d nodded again.

‘Good. You tell me what you remember, and we’ll fix it together.’

She’d set him holding the kunabee on her lap so he could watch her work on repairing the part for one of the service bots that served her and a teenage Mali in hanger 4-4. She’d take him with her into Cos Besta and let him run around. Mali could babysit him while she and Alden worked with clients. Eneia would pick him up after her hospital shift. 

In comparison to what she, her son, and her adopted children survived, their lives here on Ilthall were idyllic. She hoped her grandson would never know such hardships. The Light willing, things would never change. 

~

The energy she’d put into it was still there. 

Now she knew part of her had always been with him - to comfort him when he’d cried, love him when he’d laughed, and listen when no one else would. 

He’d trusted her so quickly the night he collapsed on her doorstep with an unconscious Will because he recognized her presence.

A tear slipped from her eye. After all these years, he still managed to keep it.

Its soft fabric absorbed her tears. Jeina clutched it close to her heart as though she held him in its place, held the four-and-a-half year old boy she remembered laughing and playing, forever frozen in time in her memory. Her source ached desperately to keep it - keep him - away from the cruel hands of fate that murdered him half a year later.   

If given one chance to hold him again that day, she would never let him go.

Her mistake to not fight her children harder to let her keep him, to make them stay, haunted her for twenty years. 

Even if he couldn’t remember her or his life here, his source did. 

Her grandson had lived long enough to find his way home. 

“Thank you, Keebee.” She hunched over it, tightening her arms around it and grieved for the loss of that boy mixed with joy that he’d lived. This kunabee protected him with the luck of its kin.

“Thank you.”

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[disappointingyet]

I Wake Up Screaming

Director Bruce Humberstone Stars Betty Grable, Victor Mature, Carole Landis, Laird Cregar, Elisha Cook Jr USA 1941 Language English 1hr 22mins Black & white

Early yet fully formed noir

Ah, the movies! Some way into this film, the two main characters are having an evening out together. They’ve dipped into immigrant New York – a trip back to his old neighbourhood. They’ve done the high life, dancing a swish nightclub. How to cap off the evening? A visit to a busy (at some time past midnight – is that/was that a thing?) public swimming pool. Why? I humbly suggest because somebody at the studio felt that if you have Victor Mature and Betty Grable in a film together and they are fully clothed the whole time, you’re neglecting your USP. 

I Wake Up Screaming feels a little ahead of its time – not decades, but four or five years. For instance, Citizen Kane often gets credit for introducing the German Expressionist-influenced cinematography (eg, extreme shadows, tilted cameras) that would be a key element in film noir. All that is also visible here. If this was influenced by Kane, it was pretty instant, because they are both 1941 releases. It also pre-dates the very great Laura as what we could call a Pygmalion noir – a story about star-makers taking up a pretty girl of humble origins and turning her into someone who can move in fancy circles. And it features noir staple Elisha Cook Jr and was released the very same month as The Maltese Falcon (and five years before The Big Sleep).

It starts with the investigation of the murder of Vicky Lynn (Carole Landis). Via flashback (of course) during interrogation, we learn how Vicky had been a waitress and one day three chums sitting at one of her tables – sports-and-showbiz promoter Frankie Christopher (Mature), gossip columnist Larry Evans (Allyn Joslyn) and actor Robin Ray (Alan Mowbray) – decided it would be a wheeze to make her famous. Meanwhile, Vicky’s sister Jill (Grable) is telling the cops how unimpressed she was with all of this. 

The NYPD is sure that Frankie is their man. In particular, the huge Inspector Cornell (Laird Cregar) is utterly determined to get him convicted… but is it more than just professional for him? Cregar’s looming presence – sinister yet haunted – is the film’s magic ingredient. 

The tone shifts constantly – from jaunty and playful to tough and grimy – without losing its way. Mature – very early in his career – gives one of his better (or least wooden) performances. Grable is sparky, and Landis* good as a woman who is ready to seize the chance thoughtlessly handed to her by these bored, privileged men.  

Honestly, the only complaint I have with this movie is the repeated swelling tones of an instrumental version of Over The Rainbow that cloyingly and distractingly fill the soundtrack. Otherwise, a fine noir. 

*Sadly, neither Landis nor Cregar would be alive by the end of the decade. There’s a Landis episode of the estimable You Must Remember This podcast.

[thunderfox85]

The Thunder Breaking In Your Heart

Raiden x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, jealousy, mentions of violence, rough sex, NSFW

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Raiden stands in the entryway to the chapel, fumbling with a small cluster of buttercup flowers that made up the boutonnière. No matter how hard he tries, he can't get it to stay in place.

You watch from the doorway of the room where Sonya is putting her finishing touches on as she prepares to walk down the aisle. As you watch Raiden struggle with the flowers, you briefly wonder what it would be like to have him look at you the way Cage looked at Sonya, but dismissed it just as quickly as it appeared in your thoughts. Raiden was beyond such mortal feelings. Deciding he had struggled enough, you moved out into the hallway and towards the chapel doors.

" Here,let me help you," you says you reach him. You look up and pause, waiting for him to give permission. You know he doesn't care to be touched if not necessary. He looks down at you, even with the 3" pumps, you're barely eye level with the massive expanse that is his chest.

" Assistance would be greatly appreciated," Raiden says calmly, neither his voice nor his face give away any of the thoughts swirling in his head. Almost imperceptibly, he held his breath as you took the boutonniere from his hand, your fingers brushing his as you do so. You try to hide the hitch in your breath at the contact, you vowed no one would never know of your attraction to the Thunder God, including Raiden himself. If he noticed, he gave nothing away as you affix the flowers to the breast of his pale, silvery blue tabard.

"There," you say as you smooth out the fabric around it.

"All set." You look up, flashing him a brilliant smile, the light dancing in your eyes, blushing ever so slightly. Realizing your hands were still on him, you quickly withdrew them.

"I'm sorry! Forgive me, Lord Raiden, " you manage to mumble out. His silence causing you to further kick yourself mentally for overstepping the carefully set boundaries.

"I appreciate your help, " Raiden finally answers. Standing rigidly, his face showing no emotion.

"I should see if Sonya is ready, it's nearly time. " you retreat back to the bridal room to finish any last minute details.

Raiden's composure nearly broke. His thoughts racing as he struggled top calm the pounding of his heart and maintain his even breath. The moment you had stepped from the room across the hall, you had captivated him. It caught him off guard at how breathtakingly beautiful you looked in the pale, silvery blue dress,with its buttercup yellow sash carefully wrapped at your waist accentuating the curves found beneath. The color complimenting your skin. The Thunder God had never seen you in makeup before. Your eyes shown bright, enhanced by the smoky shadow and winged liner. Here could have stared into their depths forever. Your lips were the softest of pink and he found himself wondering how they would feel against his own. Before he had realized it, you were before him, offering help with the pin. The way you had paused waiting for permission briefly had him wondering if you would be this submissive beneath him. He immediately had to rein in his wayward thoughts. He had answered curtly and held his breath at your touch, so as not to alert you to the impurity of his imaginings. He thought for sure you would feel the thunderous beat of his heart as you smoothed the fabric surrounding this ridiculous accessory. Then you smiled.

By the Elder Gods, it was as if you held the light and warmth of the sun! He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He barely managed to voice his thanks before you retreated to the bridal room again. He stood there lost in thought, not noticing Johnny Cage's approach.

"Earth to Rai-dude! Everything on okay? You're not having more visions are you? " Cage asked with a concerned look. Raiden shakes his head to dispel the intruding thoughts.

"No, Johnny Cage. There are no visions this day, " he says avoiding Cage's gaze.

"Well, whatever, or " Cage says with a wink, "whoever has you so distracted, I hope it works out for you, Sparky." Cage laughs at Raiden's disdainful look.

"I assure you, " Raiden begins sternly, "I am above such temptations. The situation is of low concern. "

"Whatever you say my dude, " Cage smirks. "I see how you look at her when you think no one's watching."

"With her propensity for getting into dangerous predicaments, I am merely watching out for her safety. " Raiden responds exasperatedly. Johnny Cage was irritatingly observant sometimes.

"Sure....." Cage says skeptically while checking his watch. "Alright, Rai-man! It's showtime! " he says excitedly, throwing jazz hands. Liu Kang and Jax had joined them and the four of them made their way into the chapel to take their places.

A hush fell over the guests, as Kung Lao and another Shaolin Monk opened the double doors of the temple wide. Vera Briggs, Kitana, and yourself walk down the gilded aisle. You look up at the altar and immediately lock eyes with Raiden. He is absolutely stunning, towering over the other three men easily. Feeling the heat rising to your cheeks, you tear your gaze away from him as you take your place on the dais. You miss Raiden's expression change from stoic to wide eyed and slack jawed as you moved into position. Fujin catches your eye from the throng of guests seated before you, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

He must really like weddings, you thought. You didn't see Jax reach over and lift Raiden's chin, effectively closing his mouth. Cage notices and whispers, "Hey man, that situation had moved up your priority list? " he jabs chuckling. Raiden had no time to bite out a retort as the music starts. Two flower girls walk down the aisle gently flinging white petals about. Sonya makes her entrance.

The ceremony becomes a blur. Every time you let your eyes roam, they always find Raiden watching you. The blue- white orbs taking on an intensity you have never seen before. It causes you to feel entirely too warm and butterflies to work up from the pit of your stomach and into your chest, where they remain for the duration of the ceremony. You barely register the officiant announcing "You may kiss the bride!" exuberantly . You look past the happy couple, tho find Raiden still has not taken his eyes off you. Blushing profusely, you try to look anywhere but him. You catch Kitana's eye and she gives you a knowing smirk. You look away quickly only to find the Wind God watching you with a mischievous glint in his expression.

Oh no! You thought knowing that look. Fujin was planning on irritating his older brother. You nearly miss your cue to follow the newly weds off the dais. You move as if on autopilot, following the other bridesmaids as they each paired up with their partners.

What is Fujin planning this time? you thought mildly panicked. He had pushed Raiden to near violence with his pranks and teasing in the past, especially where you were concerned. Raiden didn't tolerate jokes played on him at your expense. He defended your honor as fiercely as he did Earthrealm. You feel a sudden touch at your elbow, startling you out of your worried ponderings. You hadn't noticed Raiden had fallen in step beside you, and even though it had been rehearsed nearly to death, you still flinched at the sudden contact. Raiden gently took your elbow, coaxing your arm to intertwine with his, just as it had been practiced. You breath shallowed as your pulse quickened. You weren't sure if the shiver that ran up your spine was from his electric touch or from your own excitement. He looked down at quizzically.

"Are you cold?" He asked in a barely audible whisper.

"A little," you whispered your lie. The truth was you felt entirely too warm, your heart pounding in your ears threatening to drown out all other noise. You were sure he could hear it too. Raiden seemed to accept your answer and disentangled his arm from yours only to drape it across your bare shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. Your sharp inhale gaining another glance from his intense blue-white eyes but he says nothing. Instead, he grazes his thumb over the exposed flesh of your shoulder. Intense, heated desire flushed your skin and made its way deep into your core. You shuddered again and his response was to pull you closer still. You were practically glued to his side. Once outside, the bridal party began to disperse. Separating into groups, and piling into vehicles that would take them to the reception venue, a mountainside resort with cabins for those few invited and a large dining/event hall over looking the valley below. Raiden didn't immediately let go as you made your way to vehicles. Instead, he let his hand skim from your shoulder, down your side, and finally came to rest at your waist where it lingered but a moment before his touch left you. As you climbed into your vehicle, he watched you with the same unwavering intensity he had at the altar. Fujin appeared behind him and said something that must have caught the Thunder God off guard. Judging by the frown on Raiden's face it couldn't have been anything good. The last sight of the two as you pulled away, was Fujin laughing at a scowling Raiden.

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The trip to the reception party was only an hour's drive, but it was long enough for your thoughts to comb over every detail of your interactions with the Protector of Earthrealm. Most notably how his hand had felt caressing you. The way it felt like he was undressing you with his eyes. Again you imagined what it would feel like beneath him. Those hands travelling to forbidden places. You blushed at the realization of just how illicit your daydream had become. Pulling into the parking area, you took a moment to collect your composure before exiting and collecting your bags from the trunk. The next three days were going be a much needed vacation. Johnny and Sonya had planned this mini retreat as a thank you to their closest friends for not only defending Earthrealm, but also putting up with Johnny during the planning stages. You smile remembering how much of a diva he is. More than once you and Sonya had to remind him that this wasn't some major blockbuster he was putting out but an intimate gathering for them and their friends. You make your way to your cabin to put away your bags and change into a more comfortable dress for the reception. The cabin was pretty spacious, with its open floor plan, the living area and kitchen were divided by a breakfast bar. The bedroom was mostly occupied by a king sized bed and a chest of drawers along the opposite wall. The bathroom was ensuite and was decorated just as rustic as the rest of the place. Save for very modern looking shower with multiple heads. You placed your bags down and fished out the dress, you hoped it wasn't terribly wrinkled. Placing the yellow dress on a hanger and hanging it on the bathroom door, you begin to undress. The zipper decided now would be a good time to snag and get stuck. You suddenly hear a rustling behind you and spin around, dropping into a fighting stance, only to find Raiden frozen in place at the bedroom door,his massive body filling the doorframe. Your mouth goes dry and suddenly you can't string together and sentence.

"I...I'm s-sorry. There must be...a mistake. I thought. ..I mean.." Raiden stammered and for the first time ever, you see him flustered. Yet he still couldn't take his eyes off you. He had come to speak with Liu Kang, but had found himself in the wrong cabin. He took in every detail, barely contained desire coursing through his every cell. He had indulged himself a little earlier, thinking those small touches would suffice and then he could put distance between the two of you. But they had only fueled his need for more. He was on the edge of a dangerous precipice and all it would take is one nudge to send him over. Out of the blue you find your voice, but you have no control over the words. No filter to stop you from uttering your desire.

"If you're going to stare, you could at least help me with the zipper," you purr, giving a small smile before turning away.

What are you doing, fool!! He's not interested in you like that! He's a God ! You scream at yourself subconsciously. There it was, the final push. He moved with lightningl speed to clear the space between you.

"Then I shall assist you," Raiden whispers in your ear as he places one hand on the zipper and the other at your hip. When did he cross the room? You thought hazily

Your breath hitches and desire runs through your veins like fire, pooling low in your belly. The heat of his breath at your ear sending a shiver of excitement through you even as his knuckles set fire to your spine as he slowly, and effortlessly, unzips your dress. With the task now complete, he removes his hands from you, an involuntary groan of protest escapes you before you even have time to reign in your wonton thoughts.

"It appears as though you may need further help discarding this garment, " he says silkily as he comes around you, his gait reminding you of a big cat stalking its prey. It is your turn to stand unmoving, staring hungrily at the God before you. He steps closer, his hands skimming up from your hips, past your sides, brushing along the outer most part of your breasts, and finally coming to rest on your shoulders. His blue-white eyes taking in the swell of your bosom, watching the the rise and fall of your shallowed breaths. A smile hints at the corner of his firm lips. He has you, his prey. And the gleam in his eye says he plans to devour your every quiver and moan. You stand there hypnotized by the grace with which he moves and the predatory look on his face as he glides his hands off your shoulders and down your arms, the dress falling and pooling at your feet, leaving you in your lacy bra and matching thong. He looms over you, offering an appraising look. Finally, you find your voice.

"We're going to be late," you barely whisper. "They'll probably notice if you're not attending the afterparty. " Your pulse is pounding in your ears, neatly drowning out all other sound. Your mind a riotous swirl of emotions and desire. You want him to fuck you, dominate you, own you.

"We have time yet, mortal, " he says haughtily. He leans in, one arm snaking around you to hold you in place and his other hand tips your chin, his lips capturing yours. All the air leaves you, the floor pitches and you are dizzy in his arms. Intense want illicits a moan against his lips. At this, he darts his tongue into your mouth, coaxing yours to dance. You capture his lower lip with your teeth, this time it's his turn to hum out a low rumble of desire. Suddenly he scoops you up, not breaking the kiss, and deposits you on the bed. His seven foot tall frame engulfs you, and you take this opportunity to run your hands down his chest and along his sides, feeling the rippling muscle beneath his clothes.

"You have far too many clothes on, Lord Raiden," you break contact to pant out.

"Have patience, sparrow," he growls as he begins to trace a path along your sensitive flesh with his lips, starting from your neck and gliding down to your breasts. He takes care to shower each equally with softly planted kisses and playful nips, bringing each bud to a peak and sensitizing the tender flesh until you shudder with need.

He makes his was lower still, his fingers tracing a winding path his mouth hungrily follows. You squirm and quiver beneath his expert touch .

"Be still, or I shall have to start again from the beginning," Raiden threatens, giving the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh a tight squeeze. You immediately try to bring your rebellious body under control but failing miserably once his mouth begins it's lazy descent. Before he makes it past your navel, there is a loud knock on the front door and you bolt upright in shock. Raiden quickly stands pressing a finger to his lips, indicating you should be quiet. Another knock is quickly followed by Fujin's voice.

"Brother? " Fujin calls out from porch. Raiden has left you in the bedroom, making sure to close the door silently, and made his way to the front door to confront his brother. You quickly scramble off the bed and shimmy into the yellow dress. You can hear the muffled sounds of conversation as you fix your hair so as not to looked quite so mussed. Snatching your makeup bag from your duffel of toiletries, you dart into the bathroom to fix your lipstick. Once put together, you made your way out into the front room.

"And what brings you to her cabin, instead of our own?" You can hear Fujin ask, knowing he's fishing for information.

" I simply came to escort her to the reception. " Raiden replies rather curtly. " She was not quite ready, so I waited here," he explained, gesturing to the breakfast bar. "What brings you here, brother?" You could hear the accusatory tone in Raiden's voice. The Wind God smiled brightly as he caught sight of you. You briefly met his gaze before blushing brightly and looking elsewhere.

"I also came to escort this beautiful little sparrow to the reception," Fujin responded,using the pet name Raiden called you but a few moments ago, the mirth dancing in his glowing eyes. The muscle in Raiden's jaw twitches with irritation. "But I see I am too late. Save a dance for me, will you? " he grins at you, all but laughing.

"Of course," you agree. You catch sight of Raiden's face, his lips hardened to a thin line. He is not happy hearing you agree to Fujin's request so readily. " But the first one belongs to Raiden, " you quickly amend so as to smooth any ruffled feathers.

"But of course," Fujin agreed with a wink. "It's always good to save the best for last, " he laughed as he turned away, making his way to the reception hall.

"We had better make our way as well, or we shall be late, " Raiden said evenly. His face once more unreadable as he too starts to leave. You fall into step beside him, wondering if he was somehow angry with you.

"I am not angry with you, my pet," he said barely above a whisper as if reading your mind. He said no more the rest of the short walk. Once inside, the two of you made your way to the bridal party table. You noticed it had been rearranged so that each maid and groomsman was paired. Frowning a little, you looked over at Sonya questioningly.

"It was last minute," she started matter of factly. "I didn't want to be caught between lovers' stares," she finished rolling her eyes.

"Oh, " was all you could manage as you took your seat awkwardly next to a very tense diety. You stole a quick glance at him and noted he seemed lost in thought, frustration radiated off of him, making you squirm uncomfortably in your chair. You could still feel the heat of his mouth and hands on you, and your own unmet desire boiled just below the surface barely masked.

I'd like to kick Fujin's ass for interrupting, you thought sourly. You caught a movement out of the corner of your eye and turned to see Kitana and Liu Kang seating themselves next to you, murmuring to one another. Liu looked over at his mentor and then whispered something to Kitana who shook her head. She caught you looking at her and smiled brightly, leaning towards you.

"Perhaps the two of you should go somewhere private and talk before whatever is between you boils over," Kitana whispers.

"It is fine, " you whisper back trying to reassure her and yourself. Her smile falters and as concern flits through her eyes. She leans back nodding and returns to her whispered conversation with Liu. He glances at you and offers a tight smile which you return. Raiden shifts in his seat, drawing your attention. You find him watching you, his face impassive. He shifts his weight in his chair again, this time his thigh brushes against yours as he does so, a smile ghosting at the corners of his mouth as he watches your pupils dilate. You can feel the hum of his touch like static electricity racing along your skin right to your core. You reach for your glass as take a gulp of your moscato. Raiden turns his gaze to Cage at being asked a question.

"Yo, Thunder Bro! Remember that time we were tracking Black Dragon in the Outworld mountains? " Johnny asked excitedly

"I remember all things, Johnny Cage. " Raiden replied evenly folding his hands in his lap.

Jax chuckled, knowing where Johnny was going with this. " Well, I was wondering if you could teach me how to get one of those big cats, " Johnny grinned. From somewhere by the desert bar Kung Lao's voice echoed, "There's NO way that was a CAT !!!"

"So anyway," Johnny said ignoring Kung Lao's outburst as Sonya and Jax snickered at the memory of that interesting mission, "is just the pspsps or is there some secret to it?"

"There is no secret, Johnny Cage," Raiden began, shifting slightly and placing his hand atop your thigh under cover of the tablecloth, giving a firm squeeze and causing searing heat to coil uncomfortably in your sex. "Cats simply gravitate to me. Perhaps we are something of kindred spirits." He smiled wryly at Cage.

"On the next trip to Outworld, I'm getting me a thunder cat!" Johnny quipped and Sonya sputtered her wine.

"Oh no," she said sternly "pump the breaks there hot rod, we are NOT bringing home some Outworld beast"

" Aw, c'mon doll, " Johnny whined. "Think about it, you could train your very own battlecat! "

"No!" Sonya rolled eyes and lovingly smacked Cage on the arm. While they were all discussing whether or not Johnny could actually train an Outworld felid, Raiden brushed his thumb over your thigh. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, earning you another, firmer, squeeze from his massive hand warning you to be still. All through the meal, which seemed to drag on forever, Raiden teased you, discreetly sliding his hand further up your leg and shifting it to rest on the innermost side. Unconsciously you press your legs together to stop his ascent. Suddenly his hand left your thigh, leaving you wanting more. He stood, looking down at you expectantly, offering his hand to you. You realize everyone is making their way to the dance floor in the middle of the event hall to watch the first dance.

"I do believe you promised me a dance. " Raiden's tone was commanding. Glancing up coyly through your lashes, you run your tongue over your bottom lip before smiling shyly.

"Of course, Lord Raiden," you begin silkily, "I am all yours." You take his proffered hand. His grip is vice-like on you as he pulls you to him. His eyes taking on more blue than white in a way like pupils dilating. He leaned close to whisper in your ear, "Not yet, but you will be," his breath sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. Realization dawned on him as he recognized it from your earlier encounter. He now knew you had lied and he was going to punish you for it. He led you to the dancefloor just as the newlyweds finished up their dance. Fujin pounced as soon as you were within range. Sweeping you away as soon as the music began with an impish grin and a wink at his brother. Raiden could only watch with murderous intent as he would not cause a scene here, and Fujin knew it well.

"Fujin! What are you doing?!" You whispered angrily. For the second time this evening, the capricious Wind God had denied you what you truly wanted.

"I am merely dancing with a beautiful woman, " he replied feigning ignorance.

"You know what I mean. I promised Raiden the first dance. Now you've made me break that promise," you stated sourly. You caught sight of the Thunder God prowling around the edge with all the gracefulness of a powerful predator. The only hint of his displeasure was the hard glint to eyes as he watched Fujin dance with you.

"Ah, I'm just having a bit of fun. He's never been the jealous type, it's quite humorous to see him beside himself ," Fujin laughed, his raspy voice like the wind through the trees.

"I really wish you wouldn't antagonize him so much," concern for Fujin's safety becoming more apparent.

" I can handle my brother, dear one. " Fujin gave you a brilliant smile. He was attractive, witty, and fun to be around. But nothing about him captivated you like Raiden did. Fujin's laughter and impish delight was infectious and you found yourself laughing too. He suddenly lifted you up above him and spun you around causing you to squeal out a laugh. Then, the mood shifted as he brought you back down, sliding you down his body before setting you down. You could feel him growing hard against your belly. "Fujin, what the f--" you were cut off by a vice grip on your arm as you were dragged back from the Wind God.

"You have taken up enough of her time, brother." Raiden said tightly. There was a threat in the way he spoke to Fujin that the younger brother must have understood. He paled under Raiden's hard gaze.

"Ah, of course. I shall take my leave," Fujin said contritly, bowing to his elder. " Perhaps another time, little dove." With that he stepped lightly away to engage with other guests. Raiden's grip remained tight as he led you out of the reception hall and down the short path to your cabin. He remained silent the entire time. You wanted to say something but the warning in his eyes made you forget how to speak. He flung open the front door and roughly ushered you inside, slamming the door behind him and tossing his hat to the floor.

"Raiden," you breathed out, "what..." you were cut off second time tonight as he hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes slapping your ass hard, earning a yelp of pain mixed with arousal. You had never seen him act in such a manner. It was feral and fucking hot.

"You will learn your place, mortal. I will make this very clear. I do not share," he said whispered threateningly. " I also will not tolerate lies." You were stunned into silence, trying to figure out a time you had ever lied to him. Then you remembered you had told him you were cold. Was he really that mad about it? He strode into the bedroom and dumped you on the bed. He stood there, glaring at you, his frustration barely contained. He began to disrobe, stopping only to motion at your dress. " Take it off," he bit off sharply but you could only stare wide eyed at this feral god before you. "Or do you need assistance removing this one too?"

You only nodded, seemingly forgetting how human speech works. Free of his belt, tabard, cowl, and shirt Raiden was on you in an instant. Gripping the thin material, he ripped it in two down the middle. Once you were free of the dress, Raiden pushed you to the mattress, pinning you with his large frame.

"Now...where to begin?" He growled into the crook of you neck. He inhaled your scent deeply as he traced his lips up the side of your neck to your ear. He nipped at the lobe and you audibly hitched your breath. He took advantage of your parted lips and brought his own down hard on them. He robbed you of breath as the world around you faded away until there was only him.

"Hmmmm," you moaned into his kiss and arched into him wanting to feel more of him. Your hands skimmed along his naked torso and around to his back, feeling the rippling muscles beneath your fingertips. Raiden pulls back from you earning a whimper of protest, grabbing both wrists and pinning them above your head.

"Be still," he commands. Locking your wrists tightly with one large hand, he runs the other down the side of your face. Fire runs through your veins and soaks your already molten center. His fingers trace along your pulse, feeling its heavy beat, his lips soon follow. His hand glides down to your hip, running his thumb along the laced band of your panties. You squirm under him, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as his mouth moves from your throat to your collarbone, nipping sharply at irregular intervals. Suddenly he let's go of your wrists and hauls you up into a sitting position and moves in behind you, pulling you to recline between his legs. You can feel his hard length pressed into your lower back and shift purposefully against it, making the Thunder God rumble his desire.

"You would still dare to provoke a god, my dear?" The tenor of his voice dropping and octave.

"Yes," you whisper, "if it means being the reason he comes undone."

With a low rumbling groan that sounded more like a growl, he fisted a handful if your hair and yanked your head to the side, giving him access to the tender flesh of your neck. As his mouth traces a heated path from your jaw to where your pulse can be felt beating heavily, his other hand skims up from your waist to your bra, yanking each cup down exposing the supple mounds. He bites down on your neck at the same time his fingers give a sharp pinch on your nipple, sending liquid heat directly to your quivering center. You brace your hands on his thighs and and arch into his touch, crying out as he assaults the other nipple. He nips his way down to your collarbone, so too does his hand travel farther down, tracing out each curve until he comes to rest at the top of your mons. Your hips buck into his hand, desperate for friction, but his other hand lets go off your hair and he bands his large arm around your waist, pinning you to him.

"Raiden! " you cry out in frustration and dig your nails into thighs.

"Shhh," he soothes, "All in good time." His voice even and sultry, even as you feel him trembling. "Let me hear you," he whispers as his large hand cups your sex, his middle finger tracing its delicate folds.

"Ah! Lord Raiden!" You cry out grinding against his hand. He slips his finger into your molten heat, his own breath hot and ragged against your neck. Your hips buck up to meet his skillful ministrations. His arm tightens its grip around your waist and he rolls his hips at your backside, letting out his own growl of desire. He slips in another finger and sets a methodically slow pace, curling them on the outward stroke to drag across your deepest erogenous spot, a slight vibrating hum building where he touches you.

"Let go, my dear. I want to hear your desire," he says hoarsely as he presses his palm against the sensitized bundle of nerves at your apex, diving his fingers deep into your already soaking cunt. This is your undoing and you convulse around his deft fingers, your head thrown back against his broad chest with a strangled iteration of his name.

" Good girl," he whispers darkly. Moving with a speed and gracefulness that comes from eons of careful practice, Raiden slips out from behind you and strips his pants all in one fluid movement. And before the world can right itself, you are pressed to the mattress, the Thunder God pushing your legs wide and coaxing you to wrap them at his waist. He leans down, one arm supporting his weight and the other snaking under your hips to angle your opening to rest against his rigid length, your heat causing him to pant lightly. "Who do you belong to?" He asks, his bright, pale eyes roaming over your face, taking in every detail, before settling on your mouth, waiting for you to answer

"You, Lord Raiden. My Thunder God, " you whisper, trembling with need. "I belong to only you. "

Raiden draws back his hips so as to drag his aching length across your slick folds until the wide crest of his cock sits just at your entrance, and there he hovers, watching you pant in frustration, a devilish smile on his lips. "You feel frustrated? Good," his voice like dark silk as he leaned in closer, "Now tell me, my caged sparrow, what do you want me to do?"

Your hands coming up to meet his broad chest and running down the length of his torso, you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, your voice husky with desire "Kaminari ga watashi o tsureteiku" you breathe out, watching as his gaze darkens with intense carnality. Slowly, he pushes into you, never breaking eye contact. He watches as you arch your neck and your eyes roll back as guttural moan escapes your lips, that is his undoing. The final shred of control he had on his own need for satisfaction dissipated as he finally hilted himself deep inside you. He uses his free hand to interlace his fingers with your yours, pinning your hand next to your head, your other hand free to travel over and trace every dip and hollow you could reach. "You truly are mine," he rasps out and begins to move with long, fluid strokes. His hips rolling each time he fully sheathed himself in your core.

"By the Gods, yes!" You gasp, leaning up to nip just below his collarbone, raking your nails down his back. The Thunder God above you moves his arm from under your hips to steady himself as he picks up the pace, rolling his head back to moan loudly. You reach up to cup the side of his face, urging him to look back at you, "I want to see you come undone for me, Raiden. Take me with you. " you say as you feel the pressure build. Raiden tightens his grip on your hand, his brow furrowed with concentration, sweat misting your bodies as his rhythm becomes erratic. All control finally broke as he lost himself to pleasure, deep growls and grunts reverberating off the walls, mingling with your soft whimpers and throaty moans. Your sex quivering around his unrelenting cock had you tightening your legs around his waist drawing him further in. Raiden pressed harder and undulated his hips, hitting your sweet spot again and again until you saw stars streaking across your vision.

"Oh, RAIDEN!!!!" you screamed out as your orgasm ripped through you. Pleasure wracked your body, as your hands scrabbled to hold onto him. He slammed into you one last time before stilling briefly as the first wave of his climax came. Raiden gave four more deep strokes, bottoming out in you as he emptied himself of his seed in you.

"By the Elder Gods ! " he said through clenched teeth. The Thunder God shuddered, finally spent, withdrawing and lying to the side you. No words were spoken, as he drew you into his arms, and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. Breathing in his scent as you returned the tenderness by placing a kiss above his heart, you both drift off.

You are the one temptation I would gladly give in to he thought to himself before sleep took over.

Outside the cabin, the winds whipped wildly as thunder rumbled in the distance.

[koopakeki]

Reeling over the fact that someone was basically paid to write Zac Efron x MCR crossover fanfiction

Transcript:

Week 1: Zac rocks up to the tour bus with hair products, dumbells and a framed photo of Vanessa Hudgens. My Chemical Romance has packed guyliner, black clothing and Metallica's latest album.

Week 2: Post-show, MCR kicks on until sunrise with a wild party. Meanwhile, Zac's tucked into bed by 9:30pm with a glass of warm milk on his side table.

Week 3: Zac and Gerard Way are exchanging makeup tips. Gerard remarks he never knew foundation could make his skin look "so smooth and luminous." Zac likes the way black eyeliner makes his eyes "really pop."

Week 4: Zac is blaring "Get'cha Head in the Game" to psych himself up for a round of basketball. MCR drop to their knees, covering their ears and screaming at Zac to "turn that poison off!"

Week 5: Ray Toro tells Zac to "man up or ship out." Zac decides he won't wear his favourite pink tee that day.

Week 6: Zac suggests stopping at the beach for some "quality team bonding." MCR nickname him Sparky and inform him they're "allergic to the beach and don't do mornings. Ever."

Week 7: Mikey Way confesses to Zac, "it's hard being dark and gloomy all the time. I wish I could be more perky."

Week 8: Zac tries to teach a couple of the MCR guys some dance moves. Arguments ensue over who's going to be the girl and it's discovered that skinny black jean's aren't easy to move in...

Week 9: Gerard tells Zac "this Disney jock thing" is starting to annoy him and for the next week he shouldn't talk to him or even look in his direction.

Week 10: MCR wrap up their tour by telling Zac, "it's been surreal. Don't call us, we'll call you."

[splintergirl13]

So here is a little head cannon I thought of while reading your fan fic.

What if herobrine never had/celebrated his birthday so he forgot when it was, so Steve and Alex pick a day and celebrate his birthday with him. (P.s. sorry I have horrific grammer)

I liked this idea so much I made a little drabble under the read more :3 I hope it is worthy of such an great headcanon! Thank you so much for the ask! It fills me with joy to hear that people are thinking about my story lol <3. And don't worry. Grammar is hard and doesn't make any sense. I feel your pain

Before we dive in: this takes place pretty earlier into Steve and Brine becoming friends. So they are just starting to pine. Not in a relationship yet. Alex and Brine are still a little wary of each other but have come to accept that they are stuck with each other.

I'd say this is rated teen for just some small strong language lol

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The Birthday Brine

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It was a hot, lazy summer afternoon. Too nice to spend down in the mines. But a little too warm to do any strenuous activities.

So Alex and Steve decided to go on down to the small river they frequented on days like today. A secluded area where the water pooled deep enough to swim. And, of course, Herobrine tagged along. As was becoming more of the norm these days.

Steve was lying comfortably in the shade of a few trees on the bank of the river. Legs in the water; small waves lapped up to his knees as the water went by. Arms crossed behind his head. His shirt was off and laid over his eyes, shutting out any of the light that filtered through the leaves. Not really dozing off, but close to it.

Herobrine was similarly relaxing. He lay on his belly; balanced precariously on a nearby tree that had fallen over the river. Looking like a big cat lounging about in the direct sun. Soaking up the rays. One hand was draped down to the side, touching the cool water.

Alex was the only one fully in the river. She was a little upstream, floating on her back. She had taken off her pants, leaving them on the shore, and let her long green shirt cover her lower half. Every once in a while she would swim back to her original place as the current took her down towards Herobrine.

The trio had been chatting absentmindedly. Talking about anything, really. Steve ranted humorously about his pickaxe making a squeaking sound. Alex discussed way too many of the current happenings in town. Even Herobrine brought up that a dragonfly had landed on his shoulder. Which had the trio all staring for a bit before it flew off and they went back to their current positions.

It wasn't until a certain question came to Alex’s mind that the peace of the scene was disturbed.

"Hey Sparky." The adventurer asked. "...How old are you?"

Herobrine took a while to answer. Seeming to think through the question slowly. Finally he asked without opening his eyes. "Why?"

"Just curious." Alex shrugged, swimming a little.

The demon shifted. Now peaking over to look at Steve. It was like the miner could tell that he was being looked at because he lifted his shirt to look back questioningly.

Herobrine spoke up. "When was the last time I respawned? Four months ago?"

Steve frowned. "Yes. More like three. You fell through a roof, remember?"

"Right, right." Herobrine moved his hand up out of the water. "Terribly made and rusty old structure. Glad it forced a respawn. Tetanus is not fun even with healing powers."

"Why is this relevant?" Alex asked impatiently.

"I'm 28." Herobrine said immediately.

Alex sat up in the water. Causing a bit of a ruckus amongst some fish that had gotten close. "No you're not!"

"Yes I am." Herobrine turned his attention to her. She shuddered ever so slightly under his scrutinizing stare. "Every time I die, I respawn back to the same age at which I turned immortal."

Alex crossed her hands over her chest. "Okay, well that's only technically. I meant, like, if you count ALL the years you've been alive."

"I have no fucking clue, Alex." Herobrine rolled his head to the otherside of the tree to ignore her. Yet continued to talk. "Time loses all meaning when you're immortal. Not to mention I was trapped in the nether for most of that time. So it's even harder to tell."

"What's your best guess?" Steve asked, now curious as well.

And the head came back around. Looking at Steve. The demon wouldn't ignore the miner. He bit his lip, eyes trailing towards the water. "I dunno... maybe a few centuries... a millennia or so..."

"Old." Steve clarified. Seeing that the demon was struggling a little.

"Yeah... old." Herobrine scowled.

"So, what, do we have to, like, wait until you live a year to celebrate your birthday?" Alex giggled. "No wonder you don't remember it. It would never be your birthday based on that criteria."

Herobrine scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah." Steve added, putting the shirt back over his eyes. "Come to think of it, when is your birthday, Brine?"

"You want to know the exact date I was born?" Herobrine sat up now, clearly confused. "Fuck... I don't know. I didn't even keep track of days back then. I just survived. It wasn't until I met... my brother that we talked about days. And he was able to do some weird 'code calculation' as he called it to figure out my true age. But we didn't really care about that. None of us counted in the aether. None of us wanted to count. When you have endless time you tend not to care. It's a depressing chore."

"So none of you celebrated your birthday?" Alex asked.

"Why would you celebrate your birth?" Herobrine growled. "Existence is a curse."

"That's why we have to celebrate!" Alex exclaimed. "It helps us mortals to forget about our fleeting existence."

"Yeah!" Steve enthusiastically raised a fist to the sky in agreement.

"Like the aether needed another reason to celebrate..." Herobrine grumbled, flopping back down on the tree. "The amount of bullshit dances I had to get dressed up for was astronomical."

"So you really have never had a birthday, huh?" Steve wasn't sure why he was surprised.

"Nope." Herobrine said, popping the p and settling back on the tree. Thinking that was the end of the conversation.

But Steve and Alex had other plans.

"Bro you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"You think we have enough time today?"

"Sure why not? We were already planning on going into town together."

"Then we better hurry."

"What are you two talking about?" Herobrine muttered. The siblings were getting out of the water and putting back on their clothes.

"We're going to throw you a birthday party!" Steve smiled over at him.

Herobrine almost fell off his branch.

"W-what? Why?"

Alex shrugged. "Well, if you don't know what day your birthday is, it might as well be any day. And since we are already all together and don't have any plans for the rest of the evening... why not?"

Herobrine teleported off his tree and stood next to the two. "You really don't need to-"

"Too late, it's happening." Alex smiled. Starting to walk off. Not putting on her shoes as she walked through the increasingly tall grass.

"Go wait in the nether and come back around sunset!" Steve pushed on his back excitedly. As if he could shove him through a portal that wasn't there.

"Why?"

"We are gonna surprise you!"

"Oh. Yippee. Surprise." Herobrine did not mask his unenthusiasm.

"It'll be fun, I promise." Steve said as he stopped pushing and went to go join Alex.

Herobrine was left alone and very confused as to what had just happened. He blinked up at the setting sun and winced. He wouldn't know the correct time in the nether. So he decided to go back to his tree branch and relax until the time came. He had no idea what was in store for him. But he didn't try to think too hard about it. If he didn't like it he could always teleport away.

All this talk of aether and age had his head buzzing with unpleasant thoughts. He tried to will them away and think of nothing instead. Watching as the river flowed beneath him. The dragonfly landed back on his hands.

-

It was just after sunset when Herobrine was walking up to Steve's small house and knocking on the door. Steve was adamant about him knocking. As Herobrine had the tendency to just teleport into a location, unannounced. There was the sound of muffled talking as well as a wonderful smell of something cooking in the furnace.

He heard the miner walk towards the door, he recognized his footsteps easily. Much different than Alex’s.

Steve cracked open the door. "Herobrine, you have perfect timing! We are just finishing up."

Herobrine tried to move forward but Steve closed the door more. He smiled, shyly. "Er. You gotta close your eyes."

"... Why?"

Steve smiled wider. "It's all part of the process."

So Herobrine huffed and closed his eyes. Steve took him by the hand. Leading him inside. Herobrine could feel his heartbeat where they connected. The miner was excited. So Herobrine was excited.

He was led into the house and then Steve stopped and walked over to join where he could sense Alex.

"Surprise!" They both yelled.

Herobrine stood there with his eyes closed. Face oozing confusion.

"Open your eyes now, Brine." Steve whispered loudly to him.

"Oh." And he did. He blinked and took in the sight.

The inside of the house was decorated with a few colored strings on the ceiling and what seemed to be little torches everywhere else. It was very simple and yet very pretty.

"Do you like it?" Alex asked.

"We didn't have too much time to decorate so we made due with what we had." Steve said. "Probably not as fancy as your aether parties."

"No." Herobrine smiled. "But I like this better." The aether parties were always decorated with too much. This was nice and made Herobrine feel cozy.

Alex gestured to the table, patting the chair to sit down. "Since it's pretty late we figured we'd just do a birthday dinner. Steve said you would eat if we made you food."

Herobrine nodded. Glad he hadn't had anything to eat for a while. He wasn't the biggest fan of eating. Steve had been reintroducing it to him slowly. The miner was an excellent cook.

"Good!" Alex smiled. Steve sat next to Herobrine at the table. "I handled dinner and Steve handled the most important part of a birthday, the dessert!"

"It all smells nice." Herobrine commented politely. It did. He was actually excited to eat.

Alex disappeared into the kitchen. Preparing plates for them all. Steve and Herobrine shared a look. Both smiling, somewhat uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. It didn't last long as Alex came out with two plates, setting it down in front of them.

The meal consisted of roasted corn, slathered in butter, some sort of shredded pork on bread with some sweet sauce, and a cold potato salad. Steve instantly dug in. Probably hungry from all the work they had been doing. Herobrine waited for Alex to return with her own plate before starting to pick at the food. It wasn't long before he was eating more sloppily than Steve. Alex apologized, saying she wanted to make something more special like a smoked biscuit but Herobrine wasn't sure why she was sorry. It was all delicious. And Herobrine found himself wanting to eat the entire plate. It was the perfect meal on the warm night.

The house was filled with the delightful sounds of eating. None of them talked very much. Not needing to. Just enjoying each other’s company. And the food! They were all very invested in the food.

Once they were done, Herobrine was tempted to ask for more. But he remembered that there was still dessert to eat. He started to try to clean up his plate. But Steve stopped him immediately. "Ah, ah. No dishes when it's your birthday."

"Hmm. This birthday business keeps getting better." Herobrine smirked at him.

Steve disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two plates filled with two generous slices of homemade chocolate cake.

He set them down in front of Alex and his own seats. "We have a special slice for you, Herobrine. Hold on."

Steve rushed away and walked slowly back with a similar piece of cake. But this one had a very tiny torch stuck in the middle of it. Herobrine blinked. Huh. Strange.

"It's a candle." Steve explained. "It's a tradition to have some on your cake. We only had this old one." He set the on fire cake in front of him. Herobrine enjoyed the fire flare. "Usually you have a candle for every year you've been alive."

"But that would've set the house on fire." Alex snickered.

Herobrine rolled his eyes and tried to grab his fork. But Alex stopped him. "Wait! We have to sing to you!"

"Er, no thanks." That seemed silly. He did not want to be sung to.

Steve made a face. "I don't like that part either. I think we should skip it."

"We have to! It's tradition!" Alex wrapped her elbow around Steve’s neck. "Come on, Stevie. One time!"

"Alright. Alright." He caved easily. And they began.

Herobrine sat awkwardly as the two sang a little song. Saying his name. Herobrine had never heard Steve sing. It was nice. He had a pleasant voice. He thought the man should sing more. He hummed a lot but never truly sang.

Once they were done. Alex said. "Now you make a wish and blow out the candle."

"A wish? Wish for what?"

"For anything." Steve added. "But you have to wish in your head. And don't tell anyone or your wish won't come true."

"Like a curse?"

"Yeah kinda. But it's just for fun."

The demon chewed on his lip. Seeming to think about it. He nodded eventually. "Okay. I've made my wish."

"Now blow out the candle to complete the spell." Alex joked. Steve nudged her.

Herobrine looked at the small torch on the cake and willed the fire away. It went out.

Alex and Steve stared. Alex giggled. "Guess there's more than one way to skin an ocelot."

"Why would you-" Herobrine blinked.

"It's an expression." Steve laughed, sitting down and picking up his fork to eat his piece of cake. "Ignore her and dig in while the cake is still warm."

Herobrine did, setting the small torch- candle aside and picking up his fork to eat. The cake looked moist. Fresh. And smelled absolutely delicious. His mouth was watering before he even put the treat in his mouth.

When he took a bite he almost moaned. "H-holy fuck." He quickly took another bite.

Alex giggled. "Never had a Steve-made cake have you?"

"Steve, you should stop cooking everything and just make cake from now on." Herobrine had almost finished his piece already. It was just so damn good. He couldn't stop.

"Then it wouldn't be special." Steve chuckled. Looking happy that they both seemed to be enjoying his cake.

"Can I have more?" Herobrine asked, frosting definitely smeared all over his face, unabashedly.

Steve and Alex howled at that. The demon just looked so different from how they normally saw him. It was nice. And also hilarious.

Herobeine got a second slice and sat back, looking full. The demon didn't usually eat so it was a lot all at once. Totally worth it though.

"Present time!" Alex jumped up from the table as Steve moved the dishes into the kitchen.

"Present time?" Herobrine parroted.

"You get presents on your birthday!" Alex walked over to grab two things that had been set aside on a coffee table. "From everyone who comes to the party."

Alex handed Steve something and walked back to the table to give Herobrine a rectangle that looked like a book wrapped in paper. Herobrine took it confused. "Er, thanks?" He held it in his hands.

"You gotta open it dude!" Alex said excitedly.

"Open it?"

"Yeah tear open the paper!"

"Oh." Herobrine, a demon of destruction, ironically opened the book very carefully. Not wanting to damage it.

He held the book up once it was unwrapped. It was, indeed, a book. Not too hard to guess correctly.

"It's a book of modern day phrases." Alex explained. Tapping the cover. She smirked. "I know that you have some trouble with some of our more modern hip lingo."

Herobrine lifted an eyebrow at her. He flipped to a random page. "There's more than one way to skin an ocelot? Oh. I get your 'joke' now."

"See. You're learning already." She snickered. Steve smiled too.

Herobrine looked confused. But not unappreciative. He waved his hand, tucking the book away into his inventory. "Er, thanks. I will read the rest later."

"No problem!" She giggled. She then pushed Steve forward. "Go ahead, your turn."

Steve had a paper package tied up in butcher's twine behind his back. He coughed and walked forward, handing Herobrine the parcel.

The demon took it. Knowing what to do now, he tore into the paper. Revealing what was inside.

He paused when he realized what it was after pulling all the paper off and letting it float to the ground.

"It's... your cloak." Herobrine said. Not giving away any emotion. Steve seemed to droop a little. Expecting him to be a little happier. Alex nudged the miner. They shared a look. Steve rolled his eyes. He walked closer to the demon, touching the cloak in his hands.

"I knew it would already fit you. And there wasn't enough time to get you a new one made. I just know how much you like to borrow it from me when it gets colder." Steve ran his fingers along the cloak. Pointing out some stitching on the green material. "I sewed up all the holes so it won't be as drafty. And-" He tapped the button that held the cloak together. "I replaced the old latch with a golden one I got from town today. I know you said you like to wear a little gold in the nether for piglin respect or... whatever." The miner let go of the cloak and backed up, rubbing his head awkwardly.

Herobrine stared at the green gloak. Rubbing the material in his fingers.

"If... if you don't like-"

"I love it." Herobrine almost whispered. Sounding so genuine it made Steve blush and Alex smile. "It's perfect."

"O-oh." Steve scratched his head again. "Good. I'm glad." He smiled, looking away. Desperately trying to hide his blush. He had gone bright red. And Herobrine wasn't helping.

The demon stood instantly and put the cloak around his body. He had worn it before. But it looked different now. Like it was his now. It was truly his.

Herobrine looked up at Steve. "This is... the greatest gift I've ever been given." He didn't smile but his glowing eyes said it all. He was absolutely telling the truth. "Thank you, Steven."

The miner stared back. Smiling to the side and tilting his head. Embarrassed but screaming on the inside in happiness.

Alex had to butt in. Not liking the way the two were looking at each other and getting a little protective of Steve. "Pfft. Thanks a lot there, Briney boy. Glad my gift meant nothing."

Herobrine blinked. Processing the words. And then realized. "Oh, no, sorry Alex. Thank you as well."

"Yeah whatever." Alex nudged him with her fist, walking past him. She then let out a yawn. "Well. I think I'm all birthday partied out. Mind if I crash on your couch, Stevie? It's too late to walk home."

"Sure I'll get you some blankets." Steve mimicked the yawn. His eyes looked tired. They did do a lot to put the party together for him. They deserved a rest. "Happy Birthday, Brine."

"Thank you." Herobrine nodded. "Thank you both. This was... enjoyable."

"See our traditions aren't so bad." Alex said, flopping down on the couch.

"I do believe I've judged it too early." Herobrine nodded. "You do this every year?"

"Yep. And you get to do the planning and gift giving to us when it's our birthdays. No party is exactly the same." Alex nodded. "I think planning is actually more fun than celebrating your own birthday."

"Oh. Well I look forward to that. You will have to remind me when the time comes. Time is... difficult for me."

"Of course, dude." Steve produced some blankets from the closet. Herobrine sensed it was time to make his leave. He headed for the door.

"Thank you again." He said a little awkwardly. "I will uh, see you both tomorrow."

"Sounds good!" "Bye!" The siblings said.

And with Herobrine out the door. Steve and Alex looked at each other.

"I think that went well." Steve said.

"I think you owe me money for not making a single birthday suit joke." Alex said back. He threw the blankets over her head as she giggled.

"Goodnight Alex!" He went to his bedroom, trying to hide his blush. "Put out the candles before you sleep."

"I'm just saying, Stevie! That would've been a better gift if you-"

"Goodnight Alex!!"

Herobrine stood just outside the door. He wiggled his shoulders a little. Feeling the soft weight of the cloth around his shoulders. He smiled. Feeling warm inside and out. And teleported off.

[thedevilsruby]

Drowning in a Frozen Heart (Spanche multi chapter fic)

Spark Rai is the new student at Viridian High. New school, new life right? He meets the mysterious Blanche Overwater, who's the loner at school. Can he melt their frozen heart or will he get the cold shoulder?

Chapter Nine: Dance?

"I don't think Blanche likes me anymore."

The comment took Candela by surprise, and she looked at Spark with wide eyes. "What?" She asked.

"One minute, we're getting along fine and everything is great, then the next, they avoid me and don't say a word to me." Spark rested his chin on his arms, slumping against the desk with a sulk.

"They're...going through a lot, Spark." Candela sighed, not sure what to tell the blond.

"Last night, they mentioned their mom then they told me to go. What was that about?" He asked, looking at Candela through the corner of his eye.

Candela froze. Blanche did what?

"They...talked about their mom?" She asked.

"That's what I said." Spark said dryly. Then it hit him. Did Candela know something he didn't? "What happened to their parents?"

Candela sighed and chewed the inside of her cheek. "Sorry, Sparky, that's not my place to say. You have to ask them."

"But how can I ask if they won't talk to me?!" Spark snapped, sitting up and tapping the desk with his fist. "Stars, I can't freaking win!"

Candela felt bad but knew she couldn't tell Spark. She knew it wouldn't end well if she told him the story, but Blanche had to come around eventually.

Just then, Spark heard two girls arguing. He couldn't help but look over at them.

"You're just jealous because James is going to be a cuter date than Butch!" The girl with red hair in pigtails snapped.

"You wish James was cuter than Butch!" The other with with orange hair snapped back. "Butch is going to be voted king of the Autumn Moon Dance!"

"Autumn Moon Dance?" Spark asked, looking to Candela.

"The first dance of the school year, takes place around this time of year when autumn comes in." Candela shrugged. "Elara and I are going as friends."

That gave Spark an idea.

"I'll take Blanche." He declared.

"You'll what?" Candela asked, looking at him with a surprised look.

"I'll take Blanche, and make up for whatever I did. It has to work!" The blond grinned.

He would ask them after school, this had to work.

[violetrose-art]

Frankenweenie Headcannons, Theories, and Ideas

This is just a list of the theories, headcannons, and ideas I came up with for Tim Burton's Frankenweenie. I might add more later on, so watch out

-When he was six years old, Victor Frankenstein got Sparky as a small puppy from the local pet shop

-Elsa got Persephone as a gift for her seventh birthday

-Victor’s full name is Victor Charles Frankenstein

-Victor is strongly not fond of sports, especially baseball. But he does love to play fetch with Sparky and ride his bike

-Victor secretly has a crush on Elsa, but he’s too nervous to say anything. But he wouldn’t mind just being friends with her

-Even though he doesn’t get along too well with Toshiaki and Nassor very well, Victor doesn’t mind Bob (who was one of the “cool kids”) being nice to him

-Victor used to have a pen pal in London named Shamus Holmes. They wrote to each other back and forth almost every week, until Victor reached college. That was when the letters from Shamus stopped coming

-Victor isn’t allergic to anything, but he does get nauseous around peaches for some reason

-When he grows up, Victor either wants to become a scientist, a vet, or a movie director… but he can’t decide

-Victor likes to watch both horror and sci-fi films. His favorites are Karloff’s “Frankenstein”, “The Fly”, “The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms”, “Behemoth the Sea Monster”, and “Earth vs. the Flying Saucers”

-The Monday after Dutch Day, Victor was told to stay after school for baseball practice, but when he hit the ball and ran around the diamond, he broke his arm and got a black eye and he was suspended from the baseball team… which he thought was the best day ever

-Victor isn’t particularly fond of his young cousin, Vincent Malloy. He’s often annoyed by Vincent's slightly obsessive mannerisms and all of his Vincent Price talk and Vincent's mother blames Victor for introducing her son to scary movies in the first place

-Victor was born on August 31st, 1957

-Elsa’s full name is Elsa Anais Van Helsing

-Victor and Elsa first met on their first day in kindergarten. They both reached out to grab the same toy, but their hands touched and their eyes met. After a tiny squabble over the toy, they started playing together and they quickly became friends

-Elsa was born on October 28th, 1957

-Elsa isn’t into sports, but she enjoys going swimming or roller skating on occasion… She also likes to watch Victor Frankenstein at baseball practice sometimes

-Elsa is highly allergic to bees and pistachios

-A year after Dutch Day, Mayor Bergermeister forced Elsa to take ballet lessons recently and she doesn’t like it

-Elsa has an interest in history and she thought about becoming a historian someday

-Elsa has a secret crush on Victor, but she’s too shy to say anything

-After the events of Dutch Day, Victor promised never to reanimate Sparky again if he died one more time. Eventually when he was in his late teen years, he let Sparky die because he and Elsa wanted Sparky and Persephone to be together in death. The two dogs were buried in the pet cemetery together (Romeo and Juliet style)

-Elsa likes to watch horror movies in secret. Her absolute favorites are “Bride of Frankenstein”, “Dracula”, and “The Phantom of the Opera”

-After Dutch Day, Victor and Elsa started to grow closer and closer, as well as their dogs Sparky and Persephone

-Despite her uncle's protests of having a dog around, he agreed to let Elsa keep Persephone. But he insists that she keep the dog away from his front lawn

-Sparky and Persephone had four puppies together. Their names are Coal, Raven, Anastasia, and Hades

-When they were in the eighth grade, Victor and Elsa had their first kiss at a Halloween dance at school. They had their second kiss after a Christmas dance recital; they were performing the Nutcracker together. They started officially dating when they were freshmen in high school

-Elsa’s favorite books are “To Kill a Mockingbird”, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”, “Romeo and Juliet” and other works of William Shakespeare and her favorite writers are Lewis Carroll, Harper Lee, and Shakespeare. She also enjoys Edgar Allen Poe’s works

-Elsa considers Weird Girl (aka, Mindy) a friend, but she doesn’t like it when she creepily stares at her

-Elsa had a pen pal in New York City named Kristen. They wrote to each other a few times a month, but they lost touch when they reached senior year in high school

-When Victor and Elsa grew up and got married, they had two children. Their names are Peter Timothy Frankenstein (age 12) and Moira Juliet Frankenstein (age 8)

-Weird Girl’s full name is Mindy Cecilia White

-Mindy was raised by a single mother who was a medium, as well as a psychiatrist

-Mr. Whiskers was adopted as a kitten by Mindy from a local pet store. He was the only one of the litter that wasn't adopted because of his large starring eyes

-Mindy took the same ballet classes as Elsa

-Mindy has a crush on Edgar. She secretly hoped that Mr. Whisker's would one day dream about her and Edgar

-After Mr. Whiskers’ death, Mindy fell into a deep depression. Elsa was there to comfort her in her time of need and she even helped her bury the body in the pet cemetery

-Mindy first discovered Mr. Whiskers’ ability to predict the future through cat litter one morning after changing it; it was shaped in the letter B. On that same day, a girl named Brooklyn from school got three strikes at the bowling alley

-Mindy was born on April 3rd, 1958

-Edgar’s full name is Edgar Abraham Gore

-Edgar has a crush on Mindy, but he believes she’s out of his league and was too afraid to approach her

-At one point, Edgar wanted a snake or spider for a pet, but his mother told him no. Once tried to adopt a wild raccoon, but got a scolding from her when he let it into the house

-Edgar was born on September 14th, 1958

-After Dutch Day, Edgar developed a fear of rats

-Edgar still wants to make a death ray with Victor, even though they can't actually make one

-Mindy and Edgar started dating when they were in their sophomore year

-When they got married, Mindy and Edgar had a daughter named Giselle (age 7 ¾)

-Toshiaki’s full name is Toshiaki Ito Oroku

-Toshiaki's mother and father were originally born and raised in Japan until they moved to the US a month before he was born. Being an open community towards different race groups, New Holland was the perfect location to start a family

-Toshiaki was born on May 28th, 1956

-As a reward for winning his first science fair, Toshiaki was given a pet turtle, who he named Shelly. Shelly was unfortunately passed away when he was left outside in the hot afternoon in his aquarium for too long

-Toshiaki and Victor are frenemies, mainly friends, but mostly enemies

-When Shelly died two times, Toshiaki was very upset. But luckily, he had his friends to comfort him after his second and final burial

-In school, Toshiaki met one of the new girls, a Japanese girl named Mae-Lee, and he quickly developed a crush on her

-Years later, Toshiaki and Mae-Lee got married and had two children, a daughter named Shelley Sue (age 8) and Yoshi (age 7 months)

-Nassor’s full name is Nassor Hannibal Karloff

-In school, Nassor stood out from the other children due to his height and cynical macabre personality. The only thing that made him happy as a child was his pet hamster, Colossus. One day Colossus went missing and Nassor was frantic with worry. About five days later, Colossus was found trapped inside the wall and he had starved to death, leaving Nassor heartbroken

-Nassor has an interest in Ancient Egyptian culture around pharaohs and the afterlife. It was his idea as tribute to Colossus would be mummified and placed in a large tomb

-After Dutch Day, Nassor was found wrapped up and he was untied by the others. While he holds no grudges against Toshiaki, he doesn't exactly forgive him for causing Colossus's second death

-Nassor was born on February 24th, 1956

-After Dutch Day, Nassor met one of the new girls, a young lady named Hillary, and he was instantly infatuated with her

-When Nassor and Hillary grew up, they got married and had a son named Darwin (age 12)

-Bob’s full name is Bob Adam Hill

-Bob’s dad passed when he was rather young, making his mother, Mrs. Hill, extremely protective of him, and he finds it super embarrassing

-Bob hates it when people talk about his weight. When he fell down a manhole by accident, he got stuck and had to have a crane to pull him back out

-Bob was born on July 6th, 1957

-In school, Bob had a crush on a girl named Jenny

-Bob first met Toshiaki shortly after Shelly's death. Despite Toshiaki's cold behavior towards him at first, they became good friends

-Bob has an interest in marine life and he has a fish tank full of different kind of fish up in  his room

-When he grew up, he and Jenny got married and had a son named Carl (age 12)

-Mr. Frankenstein’s full name is Edward Steven Frankenstein

-Edward was an avid lover of sports, especially baseball. He played as a star athlete in high school, where he first met Susan who was cheering with the other cheerleaders

-Edward has a bit of hard time understanding his son, Victor, but still supports him nonetheless

-Edward likes to role play with his wife Susan that he's a travelling salesman when her "husband" isn't around the house

-Edward often gets people who ask him about his last name Frankenstein. An old family rumor was that he was a direct descendant of the original presumed fictional scientist, Dr. Frankenstein

-Edward tries to get along with his next door neighbor, Mayor Bergermeister

-Mrs. Frankenstein’s full name is Susan Delia Woods Frankenstein

-Susan and Edward Frankenstein first met in back high school; he was a star athlete while she was the head cheerleader. A few years after graduation, they got married and she gave birth to Victor at age 31

-Susan has two sisters, Lillian and Francine. Francine is the eldest, Susan is the middle child, and Lillian is the youngest. Lillian is Vincent Malloy’s mother

-Susan isn't as social with the other mothers/housewives with their gossiping. She prefers the company with her family instead. She is friends with Mrs. Van Helsing, though

-Susan had a pet calico cat when she was younger named Lacey. But poor Lacey died when she was around Victor's age, so she knows what her son was going through

-Mayor Bergermeister’s full name is Robert “Bob” Clarence Bergermeister

-The Bergermeister family has been mayors of New Holland for generations. They were known for their strict laws, rules, and leadership towards its citizens

-Bergermeister has a very low tolerance towards animals, especially dogs… probably because he never had any pets growing up

-Elsa’s father’s full name is Jonathon Gabriel Van Helsing

-Elsa’s mother’s full name is Lydia Hermione Bergermeister Van Helsing

-Mr. and Mrs. Van Helsing are philosophers, hence why they tend to be away a lot. They travel to countries mostly in Europe, like Romania and the Netherlands. They sometimes take Elsa with them when they have to go out of the town, state, or even country. But most often, she stays behind because of school and just wants to be at home and spend time with Victor

-Mayor Bergermeister is in fact the older brother of Lydia by four years. Like most siblings, they do love each other but sometimes can’t stand each other

-Lydia is one of the few people and things that actually scares Mr. Bergermeister, despite the fact that that she’s his little sister. She doesn’t take nonsense from him or anyone else and she’s not afraid to stand up to him. When she’s done, he usually replies weakly “yes, sis” or “yes, little sis”

-Jonathon grew up in Romania for most of his childhood, but when he lost his parents, he immigrated to the United States to make a better life for himself. He met Lydia when he was about to start high school

-Bergermeister loves gardening, especially his first prize flowers. He absolutely hates it when the neighbor's dog lays his "business" all over the lawn

-Bergermeister cares deeply for his niece and younger sister… but he isn't very fond of her husband, Jonathon

-At first, Bergermeister greatly disliked the idea of Elsa and Victor being together, but he eventually grew to respect him

-Bergermeister used to be married; he and his wife even had a son named Bernard. But the couple had a huge fight and they filed for a divorce. When the divorce was finalized, his ex left New Holland and she took Bernard with him

-Bernard Bergermeister was never close with his cousin, Elsa. In fact, Elsa often found Bernard to be quite repulsive

-When Bernard grew up, he met a wealthy young woman named Lucille and they had a son named Bruce (age 13)

-Mr. Rzykruski’s full name is Ivan Darius Rzykruski

-Ivan was born in a small Eastern European village. He grew up influenced around various scientists in the community. Both of his parents were scientists in different fields of expertise and would encourage him to pursue his dreams

-By the time Ivan was 18 years old, he immigrated to the United States and eventually landed a job as a university professor teaching quantum mechanics. He met with various famous scientists in his career

-Ivan tends to be a bit dramatic in his teachings. He briefly took acting classes in his youth, but he wanted to focus more on being a scientist

-During one of his science lectures, Ivan met a woman by the name of Vanessa. They quickly fell in love, got married, and had a son named Dirk. Unfortunately when Dirk was about 9 years old, Vanessa passed away because of cancer. Ivan was heartbroken and he and Dirk missed her terribly. When Dirk was 10, Ivan sent his son to a private boarding school in another part of the state. But when the boy turned 14, he went back to public school

-Dirk grew up and met a woman named Clarice. They got married and had a daughter named Ingrid (age 13). But Clarice died of a terrible sickness when Ingrid was about 3 or 4, then Dirk died in a car crash when Ingrid was about 7. That was when Mr. Rzykruski took his granddaughter in and raised her as his own

-The gym teacher’s full name is Coach Darla Gladys Barnes

-Bob’s mom’s full name is Barbara Deborah Ferguson Hill

-Vincent Malloy’s full name is Vincent Sebastian Malloy

-When Vincent grew up, he met a woman named Marilynn, they got married and had a daughter named Winona (age 7). But Marilynn got into a bad car accident and passed away, leaving Vincent to raise his daughter on his own

-The invisible fish Victor reanimated didn't die. In fact, the fish used its invisibility powers to slip out of the glass jar Edgar was keeping it in and disappeared into the sewer, rumored to still be there

-The reason that New Holland has so many lightning storms is part of an old town legend. Centuries ago when the first settlers built New Holland, there was a young witch by the name of Loretta Thistletwing and while she was a good witch, she kept her true nature a secret from the superstitious townsfolk. Unfortunately, one fateful night, Loretta accidentally caused her powers to be revealed and the townsfolk formed an angry mob to have her killed. However, her beloved familiar black cat, Midnight, heard of the danger and tried to defend his mistress, only to get killed in the process. Outraged by the loss of her beloved pet, Loretta unleashed a curse upon the town right before they burned her at the stake, saying that the town would be cursed with perpetual thunderstorms and any lightning that hit a deceased pet would bring it back to life, unleashing its fury upon the town. This is why the lightning brings dead pets back. But Sparky is the only good one to be reanimated because Victor loved him so much

-Susan and her two sisters are the three granddaughters of Victor Van Dort and Victoria Everglot. Susan’s son and only child, Victor, was named after his great-grandfather who passed away before his birth

-In the past, New Holland had experienced horrible monster attacks and many of them were based on famous movie monsters. There was a mutated bulldog made out of slime (based on the Blob), a half lizard/fly (based on the Fly), a gigantic pet capuchin monkey (based on King Kong), and even a phantom like cat (based on the Phantom of the Opera). Of course, the current townsfolk never believed these supposed stories until the Dutch Day incident

-Legend has it that the curse Loretta put on the town could only be broken when a pet that had been deeply loved by its owner was brought back peaceful and the townsfolk came together to save it should it die again. This ultimately ended up happening by the end of the movie and the curse was unwittingly broken

This is all I've got so far, but feel free to tell me what you think and tell me which one is your favorite

[thedragonweasley]

A sparky little dragon headcanon for my potterverse. This one is a long one but I think it's worth it :)

Dragons are not immune to hiccups. And it is an absolute nightmare when they get them.

So hiccups are essentially a spasm of the diaphragm and so if you have a diaphragm then there is a chance of hiccups. And while I think being of the magic variety would probably make the chances slim, they're never zero.

And I just feel like there would be specific protocol for the phenomenon of a dragon getting hiccups because it is absolutely chaotic when they do.

Just a romanian longhorn getting a routine checkup at the end of the day,, sun going down and as they are lifting the calming spell they cast on it, it takes a funny breath. They all know what's about to happen and immediately there are dragonologists scrambling for cover.

Charlie of course is the last to find refuge from the imminent and molten fiasco that is about to erupt from the dragons mouth. But he casts a few more spells to make sure the dragon is clear from any sedation effects and then he digs a heel into the ground and takes off to the nearest flame hide. (Because there would be ample places made for safe haven from all types of dragon fire) you get a rarity of an experience.

The longhorn ripples a stretch through its wings and raises its head with a slow and uncertain gaze. And suddenly, with only the widening of the dragon's eyes to warn, the hiccup erupted and with it the fire chamber of the dragon. But instead of its normal funnel of flames it spewed snitch sized spheres of immature lava that rained down over them.

You see, when a dragon gets hiccups, the part of their anatomy that controls the swallowing reflex, the breathing reflex and the "keep the fire in it's smelting chamber" reflex gets disrupted with the hiccup. And when this incorrectly mixed ratio of air, pressure, fire core and gas. (I assume there is a gas chamber for chemical reaction reasons for the fire)

BUT the fun part, while immediately is deadly, afterwards is spectacular. When the fire hail ceases and the hiccups are subdued the romanian longhorn departs with a disgruntled shout at the dragonologists who are now emerging from their hides, shaking off any fragments that may have landed on them.

As they stand gazing at the aftermath a grin takes Charlie's face. Around them are thousands of perfectly round, iridescent spheres in all different colors and just then the last of the sun's rays dip behind the mountains and then slowly, one by one the spheres caught fire, burning radiantly in their dazzling colors and sparking each other alight until every one was dancing with life.

Charlie Weasley gave a little sniffle and wiped a tear from his face.

"You okay there buddy? " A coworker asks

"Oh, yea, it's just." He takes a big breath "Merlin this is will never get old." And before the last one ignites he whispers a spell and scoops up the green opalescent ball of now glass like quality. He pocketed it for his next owl home to Ginny.

[lightningwave]

Jaya Angst : "You Are The Reason."

<<TW DISCLAIMER>>

The master of lightning's head rested on his wife's lap, while she was desperately holding his wrist between her hand, searching for any pulse on it. Tears were streaming down her face like an endless ocean of pain and despair, as Nya heard the voices from the other ninja coming behind her back, sounding distant yet so close to her. 

"Nya… I don't think he's going to make it." One of them said softly, touching her shoulder on an attempt of comforting her. She abruptly let go of this gesture, grabbing against her chest her husband's body even tighter, yet making sure not to aggravate his wound. A big, deep wound in fact. One which covered all of Jay's chest, bad enough for his flesh almost to be seen. Nya looked at him, searching for any sign of consciousness on his face. She softly caressed his cheek, wiping the blood that was found over it. 

"Jay…" She stared at his eyelids, still closed. "P-Please answer me. Stay with me. Please, I need you to stay with me." Nya broke into tears, dropping so many for almost not being any left on her. 

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Stay...

A great emptiness started growing upon her heart as she saw that Jay wasn't responding to her call. The others were surrounding both of them, watching from meters away as the master of water completely denied that her husband was already gone. Until a soft groan was heard, giving her the ray of hope that she needed in that moment. 

"Nya…" Jay smiled, trying to hide his pain. "I love you." He was trying hard for the words to come out from his lips. "And I'm sorry." 

She tried to hold back her tears, as these couldn't even let her speak. "Jay… You have nothing to be sorry for. I-I l-love you too. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I couldn’t tell you enough." Her heart shattered at this realization, acknowledging that now he wouldn't be able to hear it from her anymore. 

Jay just held her hand, feeling the warmth in this."By knowing I was loved by you, is more than enough. You were the only person I ever needed by my side. Words are powerful, but actions are more. And you got to show it by them, sweetheart." He kissed her hand. "But what I'm sorry for, is that I didn't get to keep my promise."

Nya trembled, not saying it but still knowing where this was going. "W-What are you talking about?" 

"My wedding vows." Tears left Jay's eyes. "I promised that I'd be by your side forever. That I would be with you until we gave our last breath." His voice broke. "B-but guess forever doesn't last that long, d-does it?" 

"No J-Jay, don't say that. W-We are yin and yang, remember?" She took out her medallion, placing it together with Jay's. "We belong together, we are one. You can't d-die… Y-You can't, please...I'm begging. Don’t leave me, I can’t do this alone." 

He smiled at her gesture, but hid with it many tears. "I don't want to leave you, I never wanted to." He watched both of their medallions joined together. "But this bond will always keep us together. "

Jay's eyes started closing, his pulse fading away. Nya's eyes grew wide in fear. "JAY?!?" She screamed, realizing her husband wasn’t responding anymore. She stared at his lifeless body, covering her shirt in blood as she hugged him tight against her.

"NO, JAY! DON’T LEAVE ME! PLEASE, COME BACK!" She cried in agony, with this breaking apart anyone who could hear her pain. 

She snuggled her face upon Jay’s chest, wishing to feel any heartbeat coming from it. But she found nothing but silence and death. The man with the smile that could enlighten a whole room by himself, was now gone. His laughter, his personality, his kindness, courage and sweetness weren’t there anymore for making her world better. He wasn’t there to hold her when she cried, neither to kiss her forehead while she’d be falling asleep on his lap. Jay was gone, and she couldn’t do anything about it. The bleeding was too much for her to stop it, yet she felt guilty for not saving him as he did with her not once, but twice before. He was able to bring her back from the death, and still she could just watch his joyful soul fade away. He was dying, but she couldn’t save him. And she’d live with the guilt forever. 

Months had passed since then, she wouldn’t leave the room they used to share. She would wear Jay’s medallion along with hers, while clinging against the clothes he was wearing the day he died. The blood washed away from them, but his scent still remained. On the night, and even the whole day long sometimes, she’ll sleep hugging both of his belongings to make herself feel that he was still there. That Jay was still alive.

Whenever there was a thunderstorm, it was the only time she’d go outside. She would stand under the rain, not caring if she’d get sick the day after and wearing Jay’s medallion, while seeing as the lightnings danced all across the sky.

"I miss you Sparky." She whispered, wishing he could hear her. "I-I need you."

Nya didn’t always stop to realize it, but she knew that no one had ever given her the kind of affection Jay did. And no one ever will, as he was one of a kind. He was supportive, caring and understanding towards her at any time, and he was the only one she’d ever imagine as the love of her life. Her body began to tremble as the rain increased. She knew no one would come and tell her to get inside before she catched a cold. Everyone was asleep at 3am. She knew it and used that to her advantage. Soon, Nya felt a burning sensation on her throat, this leading to her throwing up the few things she'd eaten on the day. A smile of relief was drawn on her face, as her body finally collapsed on the floor.

[quilloftheclouds]

Magic asks #13?

[Send me a question to help me with magic worldbuilding!]

Thanks for the ask, lovely! ^u^ I’ll be doing this one for the One Siren’s Soul series~

13. When magic is being used, is there any obvious indication? Does something about the magic user’s appearance change, or is there a sound or appearance or smell, etc. of the magic itself?

When a magic user of any kind is currently using magic, their eyes glow! The strength of the glow depends on the strength of the magic they’re currently using, and the colour of their magic and eyes are the same!

The magic itself has a mist-like appearance, often vividly glowing the same as the eyes, though again this depends on the strength of the spell itself. The shape of the mist depends on how the magic user is directing it--if it’s meant to be put into an object, typically the hands are used to direct it, so the magic gathers from the air around where it’s nearly invisible into a more dense mist that curls around one’s wrists to shaft forward from their hands!

The shape and feel and even smell of one’s magic depends on the individual, the emotion behind it, and the type of magic being used. For example:

Dione had her eyes closed, a gentle, glowing mist winding around her wrists, as vividly verdant as the gaze that formed them. The magic danced over her skin, calming and serene, captivating in its beauty. It sealed the scratches there, the red smudges dissolving into the air, stains on the wraps around her arms vanishing.

Here, Dione is using a healing spell by Forest magic, and she’s quite calm and gentle about it, so the magic is the same~

My control extended outwards to the storm churning far above, a powerful gust of wind charging down through the passages at my command, shoving him forward and almost off-balance as it threw itself into the room; it spiraled into a vortex that lifted my feet from the ground, my cloak billowing around me into fur filled wings, my hair splaying outwards in rays of darkness and poisonous greens. The glow of the magic whirling around me lit the space in virulent verdance, the waves of mist sparking along their edges, crackling, snapping at the howling air in malevolence. In want for vengeance.

Annnddd, here, she’s... not so calm. It’s also Storm magic she’s using, hence the sparky edges--in my mind, the mist looks more like thunderbolts in shape.

[deanssweetheart23]

Against All Odds - Part I

Title: Against All Odds: Crash Into You (Part I) Series Rewrite

Summary: Dean knows their relationship is doomed when he meets her just a few months before going to Hell. Fate intervenes.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 4368 (I have zero regrets)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. References to hell, hospitals, blood and violence. Mentions of 9/11 and Iraq. PTSD. Slight canon divergence (there’s no Lisa).

Author’s Notes: This is the first part of a seven-part series rewrite going from season 3 to season 11. It’s also my submission  for @torn-and-frayed‘s 31 for 31 Challenge --my prompt will be used in Part III. Steph. You’re awesome.

This was beta’d by the amazing @trexrambling. She’s the brightest sunflower in the world and I love her. Thank you all for showering me with love and support, you are the best readers in the world. 

Enjoy <3

The first time Dean sees her, he has four months to live.

It’s a cold morning, the sky a dark shade of grey, and he’s standing outside a small coffee shop in Arizona, trying to prepare himself for the two-days drive back to Sioux Falls.

He’d visited Lake Powell on an impulse when he and Sam wrapped up a case in New Mexico, convinced him to spend two days at a motel there before looking for the Colt again, and, despite Sam’s original grumpiness, Dean’s pretty sure he enjoyed himself. According to his most recent text message, he is still with the cute librarian he’d met the day before and “will be late”.

He smirks.

Across the street, two cyclists stop by an old gazebo and strike up a conversation.

Leonard Cohen’s voice pours out of the open doors, deep and resonant, like golden gravel.

And then, he sees her.

She’s leaning against the bole of an olive tree, lively, colorful against the aging wood, her kind eyes focused on something shiny between her fingers. It’s not the first time she’s caught his eye these past couple of days, not the first time he feels that pull towards her, that inexplicable connection he can’t seem to fight, but she looks so heartbreakingly beautiful in that moment, hair windswept and cheeks flushed, that he does the one thing he promised himself he wouldn’t do.

He lets his defenses crumble.

Slowly, he walks to her, listens to his own voice as he says, “You might want to hide that, kid.”

Her eyes dart up to meet his.

She gets up, tilts her head, confused. Intrigued.

“I know a lot of people that would kill for a lucky penny,” he explains with a smirk.

She smiles.

It’s soft and brilliant and causes his heart to stumble over itself a little bit.

“Hell of a place to find it, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he says, gaze flickering over her intensely. “Yeah, it really is.” He holds a hand out to her, shoots her a crooked grin. “M’ Dean, by the way.”

“Y/N,” she nods. “S’ good to finally put a name to the face.”

He laughs, deep and gruff and just a tad coy. “Been wondering about my face, sweetheart?”

A hum.

Lips curled up in an over-confident smirk that confirms he is nothing if not hot-blooded.

“Well. You did pretend to buy a second cup of coffee just to stand next to me in line yesterday, didn’t you?”

Oh.

She noticed. Great.

“Hmmm…” He leans in a bit, his smirk getting bigger, more daring. “How do you know I was pretending?”

She chuckles.

It seeps into him like whiskey.

“For one thing, their coffee’s not that good.”

“And?” he pushes, Adam’s apple bobbing at the spark in her eye.

“And I might have seen you throwing away the first cup.”

He grins, delighted. “Damn. I thought I was sneaky about that.”

“Not really, no,” she beams, pushing some hair off her face. “Part of me was expecting you to toss me some sort of cheap pick up line after that.”

He lifts his shoulders, breathes some air through his nose, not quite a laugh. “S’ a good thing I didn’t, then.”

“S’ a good thing you didn’t.” She tilts her head, gnaws on her bottom lip. “Why didn’t you?”

He slants his brows, a tiny smirk growing on his face.

The sun has finally managed to pierce through the cloudy sky, and stray rays of light dance across her hair.

She looks like a sunflower.

He loves it.

“Well, I…” He sighs, searches for something in her eyes. “Honestly, kid, if things were different, I’d be hitting on you so fast it’d make your head spin–” he shakes her head at her eye roll– “but, uh…”

“Wrong place, wrong time?”

He swallows, hard.

The lump in his throat tastes like fear and guilt and blood. “Something like that.”

She nods.

There’s concern etched on her face, like she isn’t exactly sure he’s telling her the entire truth but doesn’t know if she should press any further.

Eventually, she asks, “Got your heart broken recently?”

He chuckles, but it’s nervous, sheepish.

His gaze drifts from her lips to her eyes, the shades of Y/E/C there, the way they sparkle when the sun catches them just right.

She’s more beautiful up close, and something about the way she’s looking at him takes him back to the first time he saw her in that coffee shop the day before, the sound of her laughing at something a little girl in front of her had said, the purple, woolen scarf wrapped around her neck, the slivers of skin it’d left uncovered.

“No, nothing like that. Just… Things are a little complicated right now and I… I don’t want you to get dragged into this mess.”

Her face falters.

She looks hesitant for a second, like she’s debating something, and then she reaches out, places a hand on his shoulder.

Her fingers are delicate as they close around the leather there, and he feels them, feels their warmth radiating through layers of flannel and leather.

“Everyone deserves something good in their life, though.” Deep breath. “Even if it’s just for a second,” she adds, and the kindness, the simplicity of her words affect him in a way he didn’t deem possible.

He locks eyes with her.

Husky, he whispers, “Talked to you today, didn’t I?”

She beams at him.

Her eyes shine. “Gimme your phone.”

“My what?”

“Just gimme your phone, Sparky. I promise I won’t make a run for it,” she laughs, and he obliges, squints at her as she adds her number in his contacts. “There you go.” She hands the phone back to him. “In case you want to make my head spin when things go back to normal.”

His heart clenches.

The muscles in his jaw twitch. “I don’t think–”

“Just keep it, okay? Oh, and–” she fishes for something in her pocket– “here.” She holds the penny out for him. “You should have that.”

“No, that’s… Kid, I can’t keep that. S’ yours.”

“It is. But you look like you need it more than I do.”

“I look like I need a penny?” he implores, brows raised, and when she laughs, when he makes her laugh, he feels like the weight of the world, the weight of his deal, of his sealed death, has been lifted off his shoulders, if only for a second.

“You look like you need luck. And–” she purses her lips, clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth– “returning it is a great excuse for a first date.”

He laughs, shakes his head in fascination.

“You’re–”

“Awesome. Yeah, I know.”

He wants to say something more then, wants to spend a few more minutes with her, to get to know her, but the door of the coffee shop falls open, and a beautiful woman around her age, clever-eyed and brown-skinned, waves her hand, smiles at them.

Y/N meets his gaze, her face dressed in sweetness and regret.

Her fingers brush against his as she slips the penny to him. “I have to go.”

His heart sinks a little in his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. Just, uh–” his hand closes around her wrist gently– “take care of yourself, kid.”

Her eyes drift to where their hands are joined.

She smiles. “You too.”

He swallows, watches as she walks away from him, like they all do, but–

“Hey, Sparky,” she shouts just when she’s across the street, eyes lit up with mischief. She waits for a few seconds, makes sure he can see her, and then she says, “I’ll be seeing you.”

An unexpected grin breaks across his face.

And he can’t be sure, but he feels the lucky penny burning in his hands.

Dean’s convinced he’ll never see her again.

He wants to in a way that surprises him, looks for her when he comes back from Hell, regretful and reticent and changed, but it’s grim and pointless, like looking for a hope in a world full of monsters.  

Her phone number’s no longer in service.

He has no idea what her last name is, what she does for a living, and no way of tracking her.

It troubles him for a while, the way he’d voluntarily let her slip through his fingers, but then he learns that angels are real, and Lilith is trying to start the Apocalypse, and he thinks that maybe it’s better this way, better for her to be one of those people that could have been something in his life, but never quite made it; the one that got away.

And still, he never really stops thinking about her.

She sneaks into his mind in the most unexpected of moments, when he’s out on a hunt in Arizona, passing by a field of olive trees, holding the lucky penny she’d given him in the safety of his car. She’s cold sunshine; he never sees her, but he knows she’s there, can feel her under his skin.

So, when he thinks he catches a glimpse of her as he’s being carried into the ER of a hospital in Oregon, eyes half-closed and mind still going over the mistake that had almost cost him his life –he should have known the werewolf would use the girl he kept hostage as a decoy– he blames it on the adrenaline and the blood that slowly but surely keeps coming out of his side like beer out of a tap.

Taking a deep breath, he tries to concentrate, assess the situation he is in.

A woman shouts something above him, something about a wound to his right flank, and her voice, though a bit more authoritative than he remembers, is too familiar to ignore.

So, he blinks, tries to open his eyes, and there she is, hovering above him, dressed in scrubs and a white lab coat, a stethoscope around her neck.

He notes, vaguely, that her hair is smartly pinned up.

The observation befuddles him, especially because he currently feels like someone’s trying to punch his side open, but everything around him seems so hazy –from the blood loss or the brightness of the lights, he can’t know– that she’s the only real thing he can actually focus on.

He tries to speak.

It comes out low and scraped, like he’s spent the past few weeks screaming.

“Y/N?”

Her eyes lock onto his.

He can’t be sure, but he thinks he sees her defenses flutter.

“S’ good to see you again, Sparky,” she says and, God, it comes out so soft and gentle that he thinks he’s dreaming. “Next time though just–” she pinches his left wrist, checking his pulse– “try calling first.”

His brow slants.

He huffs out a ragged breath. “I did try. You changed your number, sweetheart.”

“You two know each other?” A woman in her early thirties –Dean recognizes her from the morning he met Y/N– asks, a sly smirk playing across her face.

Y/N’s lips pull up into the tiniest of smiles as they reach an operating room.

“He’s the Coffee Guy.”

A gasp.

Eyes open wide.

“You are the Coffee Guy? Y/N, you never told me he was hot.”

Dean’s lips pull up in a boyish grin.

Y/N snorts, though he’s also sure her cheeks flush pink.

“Alright, Nympho, tone it down,” she says, rolling at her sleeves. Then, more reserved, she adds, “On the count of three,” and he’s being lifted and laid onto the operating table.

The sight of it is enough to pull him back to the real world.

His eyes dart from one side of the room to the other.

“Hey, where’s my brother?” He tries to sit up, but Y/N’s hands, soft, firm, stop him. “Sammy?”

“Your brother’s fine, Dean,” Y/N mumbles with a sort of authoritative gentleness that surprises him. “He’s right outside, filling your medical history for us.”

“Why do you–”

“M’ gonna have to open you up,” she explains, disinfecting her hands.

“Doc, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but that sounds unnecessarily kinky,” he gloats, but she dismisses him with a sideways glance, doesn’t really see the way his carefully constructed façade is falling to pieces, the way his bottom lip wobbles at the realization he has to spend hours in this hospital while those people the werewolf’s been hunting, his brother, need him out there.

“Dean?”

“Hmm?”

“M’ about to use a scalpel on you while you’ll bleed your guts out.”

He groans, screws one eye shut. “No more flirting then?”

“No more flirting.” She puts on a pair of rubber gloves. “Tahini. Vitals?”

“95 over 50. Tachy at 140.”

“Okay, hit him up.”

“Hit me up? With what?” he asks, bemused.

Instead of answering, Tahini mirrors Y/N’s moves as she puts on a mask, jams a syringe into his arm.

Her words begin to fade after that, like colors in a cinematic screen and he’s falling, falling, falling until everything around him is quiet, colorless.

He can do nothing but breathe.

In. Out.

In. Out.

In. Out.

He has no idea how long he stays like this, the rise and fall of his chest the only indication he’s still alive, but he does know that, when he finally opens his eyes, he finds her sitting across the side of the room, a pile of charts on her lap.

He looks for Sammy.

He’s asleep on a chair next to him.

“Hey,” Y/N whispers, eyes darting up to meet his, “take it easy. You just got out of surgery.”

He swallows, but his throat feels sore, covered in sandpaper. “How long was I out?”

“About six hours. How do you feel?”

He looks at the tubes and the wires surrounding him.

His head feels like it’s about to split open.

“Like I just had a run in with Jacob Black,” he grounds out, but she laughs, and it’s so brilliant that there’s a second, just a split second in time, when he forgets he’s in pain.

“Yeah, I don’t know how that happened, to be honest.” She gnaws on her bottom lip, stands next to him. “We’ve never had issues with wolf attacks until now. We, uh…” She casts her eyes downwards. “We lost three girls last week. One was still breathing when they brought her in. She…” She draws in a deep breath, shakes her head. “It was bad.”

And Dean doesn’t know whether it’s the anesthesia that hasn’t worn off yet, or the fact she spent the past few hours waiting for him to wake up in a stiff hospital chair, but he reaches out, holds her hand in his.

“M’ sorry,” he rasps out, as genuine as he can manage.

She nods. “Yeah. Yeah, me too.” She rubs at her forehead. “Anyway, I, uh…” A pause. Eyes that drift to Sam. “I had a hard time convincing him to leave your side.”

His lips curl up in a small smile at the mention of his brother.

He snorts, winces a little at his attempt to sit up. “Kid worries too much, doesn’t he?”

“I dunno, Sparky. You seemed pretty banged up when he brought you in last night.”

He grins, honest and wide and pained. “That why you’re here?”

She blinks.

Her cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink.

“C’mon, Doc,” he coaxes, glancing her up and down. “I can tell when someone’s worried about me.”

She lets out a snort.

Her brows slant. “I wasn’t worried about you.”

He hums, but it’s dripping with sarcasm.

“I was not,” she insists, barely able to suppress her smile. “Just wanted to make sure you’d have your chance to make my head spin before you drive away into the sunset again.”

A groan.

Eyes rolled skywards.

“You’re not gonna let that one go, are you?”

She grins, and it’s anything but innocent. “Nope.”

“Well, m’ sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think m’ in any condition to woo you anytime soon.”

Her eyes shine and, for a moment, he almost believes he can be his old self again, can be that version of himself he knows she’d fall for, someone fearless, invincible.

“Guess I’ll just have to stick around a while longer, then.”

He smirks.

The corners of his eyes crinkle.

“Guess so,” he whispers.

The smile that breaks across her face is the most beautiful thing he’s seen since he returned from Hell.

Dean knows he shouldn’t want her.

He knows he’s not allowed to, knows the things he feels for her are dangerous and pointless, distracting.

He knows he’s going to hurt her, eventually, even if that’s the last thing he wants; he’s a Winchester, after all, destined to wreak havoc and feed off of it like one of those monsters he so vehemently hates.

He knows it.

And yet, as he watches her laugh at something stupid he’s said, the soft lines of her face so impeccably mapped out by the warmth of the string lights above them, he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to trace those same lines with his fingertips, press his mouth against hers.

He wants her.  

He wants her so much that he doesn’t have the courage to stop everything that’s shifting between them, doesn’t have the strength to confront her about her visits in the hospital, the late dinner they had the day he was released.

He wants her so much that he can’t even tell her he is leaving in three days because this, the almost kiss they’d shared earlier, this night they decided to spend by her front porch, will become nothing more but another memory, another burden for him to let go of.

“Hey, I am not lying,” Y/N’s voice sneaks into his thoughts, the way her hand rests on his thigh almost setting him on fire.

He clears his throat, shakes his head. “Come on. D’ you really expect me to believe you’ve never gone skinny-dipping?”

“Yes.”

He waggles his brow suggestively. “Not even once?”

“Dude, I’m a doctor. I know exactly what exists in the water and have zero desire to let it get anywhere near my lady parts,” she retorts, lips wrapping around the mouth of the half-empty bottle of beer she’s holding.

“But–”

“No buts,” she cuts him off. “S’ my turn.”

“Go ahead then.”

“Hmmm…” She scrunches her nose up in the cutest way possible, gnaws on her bottom lip. “First kiss.”

“What about it?”

“Tell me about it, smartass.”

He hums.

His mind drifts back to an afternoon years ago, the smell of sandalwood and sage in Sonny’s living room, the feel of Robin’s lips against his, new, cherished.

Everything had seemed so final then, so oppressive and terrifying and yet, as he looks back now, he realizes how simple his life had been.

“I, uh… I was ‘bout sixteen at that time, I think. Her name was Robin. She–” a deep chuckle– “she kissed me, actually. Just leaned in and…”

She smiles.

It’s soft and sweet, with pleasant surprise curled around its edges.

“What?”

“You liked her,” she says, warmth dancing in her eyes.

“Course I did. That’s why people kiss, Doc,” he deadpans.

“No, Sparky. I meant that you liked-liked her.”

He snorts, but his eyes are shining. “Liked-liked? How old are you, five?”

“Shut up.” Leaning closer, she bats her eyelashes and squints. “You know you’re gonna have to tell me what happened with her now.”

“Really?”

“Really. M’ pretty sure there’s a really good story there.”

“And I am pretty sure your turn has passed, so–” he clasps his hands together, purses his lips– “tell me about your first kiss.”

“Huh. Using my own questions against me, I see.”

He can’t help the chuckle that escapes his lips. “What can I say, sweetheart? I play dirty from time to time.”

Her cheeks flush pink.

It’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

“Well, believe it or not, I had my first kiss at the ripe age of thirteen.”

He almost chokes on his beer. “Thirteen?”

“My best friend and I were home alone, watching Beverly Hills, 90210. We had questions.” Her bottle pauses halfway through her mouth. “He was probably the best kiss of my life. Got a little cocky when I told him, too.”

He chortles.

The corners of his eyes crinkle. “You guys are still close?”

Her fingers press against the chain of the vintage locket necklace she’s wearing, almost instinctively. “Not anymore, no. We… Well. S’ a long story.”

“Doc, you don’t have to–” he starts when he notices the way she’s holding the locket.

“I want to,” she cuts him off, handing it open to him.

Inside, there’s a picture of a man he’s never seen before, holding her as she’s clambered up on his shoulders, wild laughter lighting up their faces. The pair of them is almost oblivious to the camera, her chin brushing against his dark brown hair, his stubble smudged with whipped cream, but what really startles Dean is how warm, how kind, the man’s green eyes seem.

“Didn’t know you were a Giant’s fan,” he says, staring at the logo stamped on their hats, not really because he thinks it’s worth commenting on, but because the silence is stretching too far, and he has no idea what to say, what to do to break it.

“M’ not really. Jay just dragged me into every one of their games when we moved to San Francisco.”

“You both got into med school?” he asks, brow arched in surprise.

“Nope. He was studying to become a teacher in USF, but–” she closes the locket– “we rented a small apartment together.” She twists her mouth, casts him a sideways glance. “It cost about $2,000 a month, and we both had to work double shifts to afford it, but we loved living together.”

Her voice breaks as she speaks, fragments of heartache strapped into it, and he realizes, with a certain amount of disbelief, that she probably hasn’t spoken to anyone about him in a while.

He takes a deep gulp. “What happened?”

She blinks.

The muscles in her jaw twitch.

“9/11,” she rasps out. She takes a deep breath, shifts so she can face him better. “His brother used to work in the Towers.”

“Jesus, kid.”

“He was never found. A friend of his said he was in the Windows of the World when the fire started. Jay was devastated.” Her eyes focus on the label of her beer. “For a long time, I was worried –I thought he’d try to do something stupid. And then, about three months after the funeral, he joined the Army.” She juts her chin. “They sent him to Iraq.” She drags her eyes up, the Y/E/C pools swimming in grief and loss. “The man who came back wasn’t Jay. I… I tried to help him. I really did. He started a treatment, we went to see a therapist together.”

“But it wasn’t enough,” Dean whispers, the words a dead weight on his tongue.

“It was my fault,” she says and, for a second, it’s like Dean can see through her, can see a part of her that’s mutilated by guilt and self-doubt, the side he’d caught a glimpse of when he listened to her speak about the girl she lost back at the hospital.

He wonders, briefly, whether she is like him, whether she sees the one person that mattered the most to her in the face of all the people she couldn’t save.

It’s maddening.

“He was supposed to pick me up for dinner, but I… I was late. One of the attending doctors paged me the last minute and I didn’t even have the time to cancel. By the time surgery was over, we’d already missed our reservation, so we decided to walk to a small diner nearby instead.” She clamps her teeth, digs her fingers into her palm hard enough to draw blood. “There was a car accident. A truck drifted into the opposite lane and… I remember thinking I’ve never seen Jay so scared before. He was just looking at this girl, bleeding in her car, and his eyes were… empty.” The muscles in her jaw flare. “I reached out for him. I know I shouldn’t have, but it was instinct, you know?” Her bottom lip wobbles. “He broke my arm.”

“I’m… Fuck, Doc, I wish there was something I could say…”

“Yeah.” She runs a hand over her face. “Me too.”

Above them, the sky has turned cloudless. Infinite.

“He ran away, didn’t he?” he asks, though he already knows the answer because he knows men like Jay.

He’s been like Jay, had cut himself open to build up walls and protect the people he loved from himself, had let others break him until the pain was so much that he had to subject others to it, had bled and tortured and suffered for his brother.

He’d kept her at a distance to save her, and yet Jay had done the exact same thing, and he’d broken her beyond repair.

She nods.

Her bottom lip wobbles. “I told him it wasn’t his fault. I swore we could fix it.”

She gets up as she speaks, walks down the stairs of the porch and reaches the small garden where there’s a rose bush and he follows her, watches as she gingerly drags her fingers over the thorns.

He places a hand on her shoulder, a soft, reassuring pressure. “He was only trying to protect you.”

“I know.” In the dark, her eyes find his. “That’s what makes this worse. You don’t push the ones you love away when they’re the only ones that can help you. You just don’t.”

“I know,” he repeats, his fingers squeezing hers.

“And you don’t get to play God and decide what’s best for them.”

She’s crying now, and Dean lets his arms fall open and pulls her to him, presses his lips on her temple without a moment’s hesitation.

“I don’t think it matters,” he says into her ear, not really sure whether they’re still talking about Jay or him, “but he hates himself for leaving, too.”

She lets out a small whimper.

Her eyes lock into his. “Your job,” she starts, her gaze burning him with the light of a thousand suns, “it’s dangerous, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“And you have to leave soon.”

He thumbs away a tear rolling down her cheek, ignores the gut-wrenching pain in his stomach. “I do. I don’t want to. But I do.”

“How much time do we have?”

“Doc, I don’t think we should–”

“I like you, Dean.” Her fingers find his jawline. “I really like you. And I don’t want to spend the next two years wondering what this–” she gestures between them– “could be. So, if we have one night, I’ll take one night. M’ not saying that’s easy, but–”

The rest of the words die on her lips when he cups her chin, and then they’re kissing, deep and hungry and desperate with her palms soft against his stubble, his body pressed against hers.

It’s not particularly slow, the way their lips move together, but there’s something redeeming about it, something that stamps out the longing of the past few years, halts that need he’d felt for her this week so deep into his bones.

He pulls back, barely. “Three days,” he mumbles. “We have three days.”

She hums, licks her bottom lip like she’s trying to savor his taste, but her smile is innocent as she says, “Good. Now shut up and kiss me again.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

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Sokka and azula

A/N: You need not fear, anon. We like Sokkla here. You need not hide behind anonymity. Or do if you want. Whatever’s comfortable. Either way, I hope you like.

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Sokka and Azula: Worry

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Azula takes a deep breath. The princess wills herself to calm, finds the ebb and flow of her chi. It’s...more distant now. Almost a year has passed since her ‘stay’ at the asylum but the damage is done. The drugs never completely erased her bending but they have...tempered it. The Avatar, ever optimistic, promises she will heal with time and practice.

So she practices. Azula purses her lips, allows instinct to lead her limbs through the katas. She hates the disconnect, that staggered second between the movement of her limbs and the flow of her chi. There is a brief second of hesitation before flames dance to life in front of her.

She snarls, dragging her nails through her hair. It won’t work.

At her core, Azula is a perfectionist and this...inability to correct such a glaring flaw gnaws away at her psyche. She resets, bringing herself to center. The sun beats down on her. For the first time in her life she finds the rays oppressively hot, longs to throw herself into the sea.

She’s not sure how long she spends perfecting the routine. Her body aches. Strands of her hair are plastered to her sweat slick skin. It itches. It encapsulates just how far she’s allowed herself to fall. The princess balls her hands into fists, tries to push down her anger. She is in control. She is her own master. Not the voices; not her rage; Azula…

“Hey,” she recognizes the voice now. The watertribe boy, Zuko’s friend. There’s a note of caution there but it’s softer now. Almost concerned. She opens her eyes to find him staring at her, one drink in either hand. He reaches out as if to touch her shoulder before remembering his hands are full. Sokka offers her a gentle smile, “You doin’ alright there, Sparky? Been at this whole…” he makes a vague gesture at the grooves her movements have made in the sand, “Training thing for a while now. Aang said not to overexert yourself.”

“I am aware of my own limits, peasant,” she hates that there’s a note of breathlessness coloring her voice. He hears it; he’s too observant for his own good. Concern flashes through his eyes.

“Guess you do. But still. It’s pretty hot out here. Maybe not for a firebender but,” he shrugs, extending his left hand towards her. She doesn’t recognize the drink. It’s obviously fruity, a variety of crushed ice, already in the process of melting. “Here. Cool off for second. Maybe...I dunno, try taking a day.”

“Taking a day?”

“Yeah. You know. Just...forget about all the bad stuff. Just for a day. And then when you’re all rejuvenated. Back to your...flamey-sparky self. You can try bending.”

“I am not in the habit of running from my problems.”

Sokka chuckles. He takes a step forward, fingers curling around her wrist. There’s a softness in the touch that strikes her as entirely alien. There’s no want behind it. No desire to coerce or dominate or take. She does not…understand the intent. He leads her hands to the drink, making a show of curling each of her fingers around the glass, “Just think it about, Sparky. And if you want some company,” he points down the beach, “We’re just over there.”

He does squeeze her shoulder before he walks away, whistling a little tune to himself. Azula stares after him, head cocked to the side. Her skin is still warm where he touched her, a striking contrast to the chill of the drink in her hand. She is confused but...it is not entirely unpleasant.

Azula takes a deep breath, willing herself to calm. She finds the path of her chi, following the ebb and the flow. It is still...distant. The princess sighs, running a hand through her hair. The peasant’s words hang on the air in front of her.

Take a day…

She sips her drink, balling her free hand into a fist, stalking down the beach after him.

[re-portrait]

true bakuheroes

pairing; kinda kirikami. mentioned minamomo.

summary; people would usually think that no one can stay friends from high school to their adulthood. sometimes though, it happened. because at times friends stay together through every trouble they get in. maybe that's how ones of the most successful hero agencies get born.

words; 1713. it's kinda short, yeah.

for the first day of kaminari denki appreciation week!

past | present | future

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“I wouldn't try to rush in so fast. I bet they already know we're trying to get them. It wouldn't really be too useful for us to charge at the thoughtlessly.”

“Yeah! I agree with Kirishima!”

“If they already know we're going to go after them, that makey the chance of them attacking us instead bigger, doesn't it?”

“Yes, it does.. That's why we have to give it some thought.”

Talking and then unusual silence from the whole group which was seated around a desk, where they usually thought of what to do privately. Without any other workers. Just the five of them. Only thing that could currently be heard in the whole room was Bakugou's impatient tapping of fingers on the wooden desk. It seemed like everyone was trying to think of an idea of what to do.

“What if,” a voice that spoke up for the first time at the meeting said, “we just try to find their hideout or something? There is only a little chance they will see us, so they won't most likely go after us. Does that make sense? I hope it does.” Kaminari finished talking with a sort of worried tone in his voice, turning his gaze around the room to see reactions of others.

His gaze stopped at one person though. The one who sat next to him and also happened to be his significant other. The redhead gave him a small smile and lifted one of his hands up to show him a thumbs up. This made Kaminari much more calmer than before.

“That's.. actually a pretty great idea! Don't you guys agree?” Mina questioned out of sudden, looking at others with a grin.

Sero nodded his head slightly with a loud "yeah!" leaving his lips. “It almost seems like Kaminari's getting more and more improved in thinking about such things with each mission.” he added after that.

Kaminari only laughed, but did nothing else after that.

“Yeah, I would say you're maybe even getting a little less stupid everyday, Sparky.” Bakugou remarked with a smirk as he sunk his back deeper into the chair he sat on. Kaminari could hear others chuckle at the explosive blonde's remark.

Kaminari would never say it out loud to his friends' faces, but he felt like he appreciated their existence more and more each day they spent together. It felt almost like a miracle. He didn't know he could love all of them even more but it always happened when they did something and he just thought: 'That's exactly why I end up appreciating you even more, you idiots.' But he could not say it out loud. God, what would happen if he would? What would be their reactions? He didn't want to know or even fantasize about it or something. But he still knew for such that he loved all four of them. One more than the other three and in a different sense, but he did.

He appreciated Hanta Sero. He loved how he always grinned out of pure brave when the team was in danger. How he always put other people's feelings before his own or how he managed to make everyone smile even in the worst of times. How he would laugh hysterically at jokes that weren't even that funny. How he would whisper to him or Kirishima about Bakugou's new outifits while chuckling uncontrollably in between his words. How he sometimes didn't understand references of some jokes Denki told him but Sero laughed still, knowing that it would make the other happy. How he styled Mina's hair and complimented her clothes when she asked him to. How he would help Kirishima with shopping useless stuff he didn't need, but still he would approve of it just for the fun of it. How he always reassured the team that everything will be better after a while when everything would be solved and good. He was just.. So selfless and caring. It was nice.

He also appreciated Ashido Mina. He appreciated her cheeky grins and how she would cooperate with people she didn't even like just for the sake of something which was needed to do. How she brought some kind of a positive atmosphere to the team when they needed it the most. How she would act like a real, true hero when he or other members of their squad couldn't. How she would pull pranks mainly on Bakugou, only to be first chased by him and then praised for the idea (which was rare thing for Bakugou to do, so that's why the sight made the whole team happy). How she could dance so perfectly and Sero would sometimes join her just to make her laugh to his horrible dance moves. How she would help Kirishima style up his hair to new styles that he would like. Or how she would lift Kaminari's spirit when the one who did it the best wasn't there. How she managed to fill the team with energy which they thought they lost long ago in a while. She was just so energetic and full of positive energy which kind of radiated from her. It was great. No wonder why her girlfriend loved her so much.

Actually, Kaminari also appreciated Katsuki Bakugou. He loved how his personality changed to less angry in the last few years and how he smiled more. He appreciated his laugh, his attitude and his arrogant looking smirks. How he would always be determined to do what he wanted just to reach his goal (with or without the team). How he would first laugh at how "stupid" the rest of his team is, but then apologize in his own way, making the others laugh as well. How he was the least cooperative in the whole group, but still tried to do his best when it came to team work. How he could calm Kirishima down even better than Kaminari when the said redhead was sad for some reason. How he would buy all of them flowers after a hard fight or mission, trying to adapt to the whole "caring about the fact you're not dead" thing. How he gave Sero tips on how to fight better or how he sparred with Mina when she asked him too just for the fun of it. Or how he would let the other blonde help him with things which neither of them couldn't understand for life. His explosive personality was something. He still loved that, how he always fought till the very last moment, aiming for a win. He was just so determined and confident. It was kind of good.

But.. The person he appreciated and loved the most had to be Eijirou Kirishima. His beloved significant other, who Kaminari would die for if it was needed. He lived for his smile, for his laugh, for his grin.. For everything he did. The thought of something happening to his boyfriend made him feel sick. He didn't think about that much though. He mostly thought about the happy moments, everything positive they could have or already had together. It brought a wide smile to his face. Everything Kiri did brought a smile to his face. He was always just so heroic, honest and perfect. Too perfect for his own good. He was like a ray of multicolored sunshine. Giving happiness to others and getting it back from other people when they saw him. It fascinated Kaminari. Not like his friends didn't already fascinate him enough with their way of doing things, but Kirishima was nearly all the time the one who managed to catch his attention the best. Was that really what loving other person felt like? Because if it did, then Denki never wanted to feel lonely or alone again.

He just now realized that he couldn't live without Kirishima and his friends Mina, Bakugou and Sero. It would be practically impossible and he doesn't want to imagine how it would feel like to live his life without them. God, it would be so boring. And meaningless. How can people live without any friends and/or love? It must seriously be horrible. What if they don't care though? What if their personalities just-

“Hey!! Earth to Kami! Are you alright?”

“Yeah, Sparky. You really spaced out there for some fucking long while.”

Kaminari blinked.

“Huh?” he managed to let out, kind of confused as he glanced around the room. There was only Bakugou and Mina left, Sero and Eijirou nowhere in sight.

“The meeting's over, idiot. We would be already home if you didn't act like the rest of the world doesn't exist.” Bakugou rolled his crimson colored eyes as he watched Kaminari stand up and stretch.

“I was afraid I would miss my date with Momo because of you!” Mina chuckled softly as she made her way towards the exit from the room slowly, Bakugou following after her without any other word.

Kamimari smiled a little to himself as he ran after them, stopping when he was near enough. “I really love you all so much, you know?” he sighed happily as he questioned that, eyeing the floor.

“Yeah, yeah. Leave your sweet talk for somewhen else.” Bakugou muttered quietly. Kaminari looked up, his smile only widening a bit. “Don't forget your cheesy boyfriend is waiting home at you with a dinner or something. He wanted me to tell you he was going to make it.” he added afterwards, his voice much louder.

Kaminari nodded his head slightly, happy that his boyfriend still remembered how much he hates cooking and was mindful enough to cook it himself.

Mina then started talking about how she is excited about her date with Momo and stuff while Bakugou groaned that this whole "romance stuff" isn't for him as they exited the building.

Kaminari listened to their conversation only a little though. The only thing that was in his mind at the moment was that he truly did love his squad. The Bakusquad. Or now more like.. Bakuheroes. That sounded fitting.

And.. He would never trade them for any other people. Even if they had their flaws. Even if they sometimes happened to be too much. He still appreciated their existence.

And he would never ever do anything to hurt any of them. Never.

That's why he did agree to join that agency Bakugou decided to lead after all, no?