#he got lost as a baby and taken in by mic

[saym0-0]

okokokokok mermay post attempt 3 :D

so basically its an erasermic mermaid/quirkless au where eraser (+oboro but he died rip) is human and mic is a siren/merman they 'discovered' as teenagers :D

look at my tags if u wanna know the Lore™ i ran out of tags rip

still not sure on mic's colours but whatever we vibe

[1d1195]

Time Extra I

Read Time here

This was one of the first stories I wrote when I came back from my hiatus a couple years ago. I thought about it every day for years when I was really not feeling my best and finally put it on paper. There are, what I think, some pretty intense trigger warnings on the other parts of the series--it's pretty different than my other happy fluffy writing. This is not going to be too sad though--there is a vague mention of the previous parts so read with caution but it won't be anything vivid. It's fluffy stuff based on this ask.

~2.6k words

I hope you like it :)

Everything was completely perfect. After so many years of feeling distraught and lost, Harry thought it was a miracle—no, that she was a miracle—that he could feel so happy, so complete.

Which was why it was terrifying to imagine that he could ruin it all.

Over the two years since they reunited, they didn’t talk much about the actual day once they moved past it. She would hear from her ex-fiancé’s family now and again. She would run into them at the store or something. Most were pretty kind to her overall, but she could feel the contempt in their voices. It didn’t bother her completely—it was just frustrating that she knew they would neverunderstand.

Harry still went to his regularly scheduled therapy appointment. She did as well. They both worked, they both lived together, everything was easy. They danced in the kitchen and watched Niall play his guitar at open mic nights.

Everything was completely perfect. After so many years of feeling distraught and lost, Harry thought it was a miracle—no, that she was a miracle—that he could feel so happy, so complete.

Which was why it was terrifying to imagine that he could ruin it all.

There was a plan. A big to do. He was going to have her family, his family, their friends all in the same place. He was going to tell her how much he loved her and that he never wanted to be away from her ever. The way time had separated them only to bring them back together had to mean something.

Harry was terrified.

Maybe it was just some sort of savior’s complex. She always said he saved her that day. He didn’t see how it was possible. There was no saving he did. He did the drowning, he ruined her day, he made her pass out, he made her scared and feel sick to her stomach.

Sometimes, when Harry was having a bad day, he would think about what her life would be like if he hadn’t called her. He imagined it would be very much the same as it was with him, but she would maybe have a baby to take care of by then. She would make dinner for her husband. There would be a pile of laundry to fold on the sofa and a new episode of her show playing on the TV. It would be normal.

But it was normal in their lives as well.

There were days they argued—nothing major, but the world didn’t end the way Harry thought it would. She slept soundly beside him and reached blindly for him if they separated at night. Her baking skills never ceased to amaze him. On days that he didn’t even realize he was struggling a little more than others, he arrived home to his favorite chocolate chip cookies (the ones that she put walnuts in because she knew Harry loved them) or those fudgy brownies that he could only eat one or he would get a stomachache. But they made him feel whole. Cared for.

She was there.

So of course, when he asked her to marry him it had to be perfect. It had to be special. It needed to be the most perfect moment of her life. The people who loved and adored her needed to be there and see how much Harry adored her. Very few people knew what happened that day. Most only knew that she found Harry again. They fell in love again—or as she liked to point out—they remembered they were in love.

Harry had stayed home unbeknownst to her. The final details of the plan needed to be taken care of and he was nothing if not thorough. As far as she knew, they were having a date night when she got home from work. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing that would set off some kind of alarm or spoil the surprise.

Harry was reading the speech he had on his phone—it had been memorized for over a year. He just needed to get the details in order. When she moved in, it felt so right. Part of him wished he had asked her right then.

You wanted red roses or pink ones? Niall texted.

Both.

Aren’t you a regular Casanova.

Proposing in front of everyone they knew seemed a little crazy now. Harry had left the restaurant after seeing the set-up, the little private table that would keep them out of sight of those waiting for her response. Now it was waiting. Waiting for her to get home, they would get ready, they would drive to the restaurant as boyfriend and girlfriend and hopefully return as an engaged couple.

Harry felt dizzy. If he messed up and it was less than perfect, less than what she deserved, he would lose his mind. She was his angel. Every single day. Each day he saw her and spoke to her. There was nothing, no one, more important than her. For a few moments he sat on the couch, his head tilted toward the ceiling, and he took those deep breaths that his therapist instructed him to take when he was feeling overwhelmed.

He thought about the first time he did them and she looked at him curiously when he turned his attention back to the show they were watching. “Are you alright?” She asked.

He felt embarrassed. “When m’feeling overwhelmed, m’therapist told me how t’breathe—”

She blinked. “Oh,” she interrupted. “Are you feeling overwhelmed about something I can help with?” She asked.

Of course she asked. The kindness that emanated from her was overwhelming in itself. “No, sometimes m’jus’ a little...” he shrugged.

She nodded understandingly. “I get that way too. Can you teach me?” She asked.

“Kitten,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “M’sure y’know how t’do the deep breathing exercises.”

“Every doctor is different,” she shrugged. “Tell me,” she encouraged.

He knew she was trying to help bond with him over something she didn’t need to. Another way she could help take care of his addled brain. It was so sweet. He talked her through the steps, feeling awkward that he was explaining how to breathe to a professional that did this with her own patients every day.

“It’s supposed t’feel like a balloon is being inflated in your ribs,” he explained the metaphor his own doctor used with him.

“Oh, I like that,” she mumbled adding it to the back of her mind as she followed his instructions. “I’m sorry you’re feeling overwhelmed, baby,” she cooed softly, stroking his hair behind his ear. “Do you want tea or something?”

Harry smiled at the memory, eyes closed, face toward the ceiling. He heard the door open and in walked the angel. Her phone pressed to her ear, while she tilted her head to the side. Once she set her bag down, held the phone in her hand, she shook her head.

But when she made eye contact, she smiled at Harry, mouthing hi, and blowing a kiss with her free hand. Harry thought his heart would explode. “Mom, I just got home, and I’ve had a really long day,” she explained. “Can I call you tomorrow?” She asked. “Great. Love you too, bye.”

She put her phone on the counter and sighed deeply. “Every time I leave this apartment, I’m reminded why I never want to leave,” she grumbled.

Harry chuckled. “Everything okay with your mum?”

She nodded. “Fine, just going on and on about nonsense,” she rolled her eyes. “She’s meeting my sister for dinner and my sister did not offer to drive. It makes me immensely angry.”

“I see,” he frowned. “Where are they going?” He asked, wondering how much of the surprise her mum may have let slip.

“She didn’t say. I don’t care. It’s not like I can go drive her and pick her up myself,” she rubbed her forehead. “I’m sorry. I had a tough day with some tough patients and I’m letting it dip into our date night,” the frustration on her face disappeared at the word date and a smile replaced it. “I’m looking forward to dinner and especially dessert. They have lava cake,” she said knowingly.

Harry already knew that of course. He was sure to tell the hostess that she would want one. “I know, kitten,” he smiled. It pained him to say the next sentence, but he had to. It wasn’t fair to her frustrated. “Y’know... if you’re not feeling well, we could stay in and—”

“Absolutely not,” she shook her head fiercely. “I just need to change and touch up my makeup. I need a nice date night,” she leaned over the couch, kissed him squarely on the mouth and then headed toward the bedroom.

Harry smirked, feeling at ease for a moment and listening to the sound of her hum as she fixed herself up for the night. His heart started pounding as the minutes ticked by. In less than three hours he would have a fiancée.

Or so he hoped.

The thought of her saying no hadn’t really occurred to him. They lived together, they loved each other, it seemed like a natural step in the relationship.

Right?

Suddenly the thoughts of inadequacy rushed through him and stuck to every crevice of his brain. Every thought was plagued with the notion of shortcomings. He wasn’t good enough for her. There were all the thoughts of her being trapped with him for nothing but ruining her original wedding day.

Maybe she didn’t even want to be married again. Maybe reliving the memory of the first time she tried getting married was something she never wanted to experience again. The idea that he would bring it up and make her sad made him nauseous.

“What time is our reservation?” She called.

“Six,” he cleared his throat trying to push the emotion out of his voice and mind, but it was next to impossible.

They would leave in twenty minutes.

She would say yes. Save him embarrassment. Wait to talk with him in private. They wouldn’t get married. She would move out. There wouldn't be a them anymore. Harry would—

“Do you think they’ll have bread?” Her voice was closer, Harry could hear her heels on the floor of the apartment echoing closer to him. “Or should I have a snack?” Her fingers were fiddling with the earring on her left ear then she opened the fridge to look inside, scanning the contents of leftovers, and cheese bites that she kept for emergencies such as the current one. “Are you hungry at all?” Harry’s stomach hurt so much but it wasn’t from hunger. She didn’t look at him to ask the question, focusing on the snacks too much to notice that he had left the couch. “I’m honestly starving—”

“Will you marry me?”

The room seemed to freeze. The moment of time suspended for who knew how long. Slowly, she half-closed the fridge door to get a visual of her boyfriend in front of her. Her dress was unzipped—she intended for Harry to zip her up once she found a suitable snack. Only one earring was in her ear. The bobby pin she had pinched between her teeth muffled her voice just a bit.

Harry was on the floor. Knelt all but two feet away from her, a little velvet box held out to her in his shaky hands, making the sparkling diamond twinkle in the kitchen light. The bobby pin fell from her lips and sounded like a bookshelf had fallen on the floor in contrast to the quietness of the moment.

“Harry,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked, closing his eyes tightly to try and will the tears away. “I have this huge thing planned. All our friends and family are going t’be at the restaurant. It was supposed t’be a surprise because y’deserve everyone y’know and love t’be there but m’realizing y’might say no. Y’might—”

“Harry,” she repeated, her voice so gentle, but there was the sound of disapproval evident in just the tone of her voice.

“—not want t’get married. Not after last time. Maybe not t’me. M’sorry. I wanted it t’be perfect,” he whispered. “I had a whole speech planned ‘bout how much I love and adore you. How you’re m’favorite person on this earth and how I feel so completely safe and cared for and I want t’do that for you for the rest of our lives,” he paraphrased the monologue that he had memorized ages ago but suddenly couldn’t remember a word of it. “But you’ve had a long day and m’not going t’make it any easier asking in front of all of them if y’want t’say no. So, I have t’do it now. Will you marry me?” He repeated.

Her lips were parted just slightly. Her eyes shiny and beautiful. God, she never looked so beautiful. “Harry,” her voice was soft.

“If s’a no,” his voice cracked. “M’gonna say you’re sick. That I can’t in good conscience let y’go out when y’don’t feel well.”

“Harry Styles,” she whispered, a shake of her head. “Yes, isn’t an adequate enough word for what I want to say to you,” she promised.

His head snapped up again, he hadn’t realized he wasn’t looking at her while he rambled, terrified to see the rejection on her face. But that wasn’t rejection. Yes, he realized, wasn’t a word that meant rejection.

“You said yes,” he murmured.

“Did you honestly think I would say no?”

It was silent again. Like time suspended once more, he tried to remember if time was necessary to breathe. If there was something he was supposed to do or say. It took him that moment to realize he was memorizing every detail. Every skin cell on her pretty face, the way the air smelled, how the chill from the fridge was giving him goosebumps.

Without noticing it happened, he was standing. Harry’s face was in her neck, his arms around her waist and his nose inhaling her sweet scent. His eyes watered and he swallowed hard as he shook his head against her skin. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, Harry,” she giggled, teary as well. Her arms around him just as tightly and she kissed the side of his head buried in her neck.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed in her embrace, but she didn’t rush him. Eventually he pulled away from her. He grabbed the ring out of its cushion, dropping the little box to the floor beside her bobby pin, and slipped it on her fourth finger. She looked at it briefly. She had seen a diamond on that finger before but looking at this one now, the other one looked terrible in comparison. It wasn’t right.

This was right.

“I have t’take it back,” he whispered.

She smiled and nodded. “I know.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”

“Can’t believe you thought I would say no,” she giggled.

He rolled his eyes. “You are so perfect, kitten. M’so in love with you. If something isn’t perfect for you...” he shook his head. “You deserve perfect.”

“I hope you know,” she wiggled her ring finger in front of his eyes. “That means you,” she promised.

This relieved, happy expression crossed his face and he felt so overwhelmed with happiness that he thought he would cry. “How much time do we have before we need t'leave?” He murmured to himself looking at the stove clock.

“Forever,” she shook her head with a smile. Cupped his face and leaned in for his sweet, pink lips. “We have all the time in the world.”

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[prettyinpikk]

What Cha' Gonna Do For Me

Part 2 of Ain't nobody. Part 1 here

Chaka Khan inspired fem!black reader x Sevika

I decided to make this a series with many different parts and a lot of tea to come 👀. I'm trying to feed y'all fr 🤭 but I hope you enjoy.♡

You enter for your next shift at the Last Drop going to the back to get ready quickly because you were already a bit late cause of your son Camron, not wanting to let you leave, having to put him to sleep while your sister watches him.

Going to the dressing room you put on your green matching set and touched up your hair and as you're walking out, you see the one and only Sevika herself kickin it with her poker friends with a cup of her favorite whiskey and a half lit blunt resting in-between her thick lips. From what you could see, she was in her element admiring her from where you stand. Your band mate had to remind you what you were really there for by calling your name to move your butt to the stage.

“Right, sorry I'm late. Baby boy wouldn't let me go.” Laughing it off as the band all dismissed it, knowing it's hard taking care of a kid by yourself.

“Alright, let's get this show started.”

At the sound of your voice being illuminated by the mic, Sevika looks up to the stage to see you getting into the song. At this point, she forgot about the card game she so easily could win. Instead, she's invested in the graceful voice that has taken up her senses. She couldn't stop staring at the gorgeous Black woman who danced and sang on the stage in front of her.

As you sang you take notice to Sevika’s staring so you take the advantage of the song changing and move to dance in the opened bar space, moving to dance towards her while singing, you realize damn near the whole bar was looking at you like you lost your last mind turing back to the stage you continue your show ending a bit early to let the band play for the rest of the night you walked over to her table and as you make you way over there everyone gave their attention to you, the group applauded for you as you thanked them shyly.

“Aww thank you. There's no need for that, really.” Smiling sweetly at them, you turn your full attention to her. “I was wondering if it was okay if I sat with you?”

Sevika takes this opportunity to really have a conversation with you without being interrupted, and she can finally ask you about that kid you’d mention. She then tells her poker friends to leave you two. “Have a sit doll face.”

“Doll face, that's new. I bet you call all the pretty ladies that, huh ya flirt.” Sending her a smirk of knowing.

“Well seeing that you are one of those pretty ladies, it seems so.”

Humming back a reply, you sit in a small silence, sensing that she wants to ask you something. “You look like you want to ask me something, so ask it.”

Sevika shifts in her seat before exhaling the smoke from her mouth. “So about that kid, how old are they?”

“Hmm straight into okay. Um, well, my boy Camron is 3, and he's turning 4 next month. How about you, got any kids?”

At this, Sevika barks out a laugh and shakes her head. “Hell no, you wouldn't catch me walking around with no brat.”

“Why they got to be a brat? What's wrong with kids away, I think they're cute.” You say with certainty, folding your arms over your chest, leaning forward on the table.

“Yeah well you just keep thinking that. They're just little pests that grow up to play loud music in the middle of the night while you try to sleep. That's what they are.”

“That sounds very specific. Are you beefin’ with a child, Sevika?” Laughing at her very serious and aggravated face.

“Beefin’ please, I despise the little maggot she's always over the place and has these mental breakdowns and expects me to fix them.” She huffed out already over it.

“Oooh let me guess, it's Jinx that you're talking about. Yeah, she's wild, but she's a sweet girl from the times I've talked to her.”

“Tch you don't know half of it.”

“Aw don't be too hard on her Vika. We used to be the same way when we were small she just trying to figure it out is all. Now give me them cards so I could kick yo ass in some spades. Oh, and don't act like I didn't see you staring at me while I was singing.” You say in a cocky tone with a smile on your face.

“Oh really now, don't go crying home when you lose love, and I was admiring the performer like everyone else.”

“Please lady I saw you looking into my soul, plus I had to go through all 7 of my uncles and my 3 of my aunties to get at least one win so I know you can't be that good because I can definitely hold my own in a game of spades.”

“Well that's not going to matter when I win. You want to put something on it?”

“HAHAAA hell no, that's my grocery money girl, you must be crazy.”

“Well it was worth a shot. So what does your kid dad do?” She asked, watching you shuffle the card deck.

You paused shuffling for a second, not expecting to go over those memories of Camron's dad again. “Don't know probably off somewhere with the broad he fucked.”

“Oh… I didn't mean to…-”

“No you're good, you were just curious and plus it was a while ago. Now back to this game don't get soft on me now.”

“Mhm you wish.”

“First one to win 5 rounds buys another one to drink.”

“Deal.”

[harlowsbby]

Video Game Shenanigans

( just a little something 💗 )

You knew absolutely nothing about video games so when you were asked to host a twitch that involved watching two random celebrities playing video games you were a bit hesitant.

“Y/N, where are you? The twitch is about to start and you’re not out there to greet Jack and Druski.” Your boss Ella ran one of the biggest blogs in the world and whenever she hosted twitches thousands if not millions of viewers tuned in.

“Do I have too Ella? I know nothing about video games I don’t even know what to say or do.” You really didn’t have the energy to fake act like you knew anything about video games.

“Well lucky for you all you have to do is read the promot that’ll be displayed on the screen now go the twitch is starting in a few minutes.”

You huffed but left her office and made your way towards the room where everything is being held. You knew very little about Jack all you really knew is that he was some rapper from Louisville that made that famous song What’s poppin back in 2020.

You were so caught up in your thoughts and being stressed that you didn’t notice someone approaching you.

“Y/N? I mean you’re Y/N right.” Snapping out of your dazed you looked up and you were honestly taken back.

“I’m sorry I’m Jack my manger said you’d be the one interviewing us correct?” You smiled and nodded after a few seconds.

“That’s correct that me uh well let’s go to couch and set up before everything starts.” Damn was he fine, Jack definitely was out here getting cuter he was so tall and the freckles that were displayed all over his face made him even more attractive and he had that type of smile that made you weak in the knees.

“She’s kinda cute.” Druski whispered in Jack’s ear. “She is cute and she’ll be mine so lay off.”

“Man you stay cockblocking people and that isn’t fair.” Jack stuck his tongue out at Druski, “Let’s be real here you know all the ladies want me first.” He teased making Druski shove him.

“Whoa we didn’t even start and the two of you are shoving each other already.” You laughed and sat between the middle of them.

“You know how Druski is he’s just always so bitter and a sore loser.” Jack taunted. “Why are you being a sore loser Druski? You haven’t lost yet.”

“Damn she got your ass didn’t she.” Jack laughed. “Oh so I’m assuming I’ll be picked on for this entire stream.” “You guessed correctly.” Jack and You chuckled while Druski groaned, this was definitely going to be a long day, he thought.

You were a bit nervous during the beginning of the game but eventually you ended up opening up some more and coming out of your shell.

“So Jack?” “So Y/N?” You giggled a bit making a smile appear on Jack’s face.

“What song has been on repeat for you recently?”

“Oh that’s easy it’s kill bill by Sza I love that song actually I’ll sing a bit of the song if you want?”

“Oh go ahead I’m sure your fans will love it.” He coughed a bit to “clear” his throat before singing.

“I might kill my ex, not the best ideaaaa, you like that new Sza?” He sang into his mic and you were a bit surprised by the little high note he hit.

“I love Sza’s new album I have Snooze and Smoking on my ex back, literally on repeat.”

“Oh really? So you have a ex or something are you with somebody currently.” Jack wanted to know more about you so he tried to flip the switch and start asking you questions.

“Damn Jack out here asking her all these personal questions I need some questions too.” Druski chimed in. “Are you excited for your tour next year Druski?” You asked him.

He was a bit distracted by the game so he didn’t hear you. “Wha- what did you say mama?” Jack’s eyes widened in shocked. “Whoa whoa be respectful here Druski, Y/N isn’t just any type of girl she deserves a bet name than damn mama.”

“Thank you Jack.” “Anything for you baby.” The audience ooo’d at the nickname making you a smiling and gushing fool.

“Don’t be giving me no type of nicknames now.” Jack smiled and looked up at you making you even more nervous, it was something about his stare that just made you feel so weak and small but in a good way.

“Why not baby, You nervous? what if I enjoy calling you baby. I promise you I don’t bite unless you want me to.”The chat box was going insane people were already shipping Jack and You, the fans inside were going insane as well.

“Oh girl he wants you!!” One of the fans yelled from the side, sending everyone into a laughing frenzy. Jack shrugged his shoulders, “I mean I’m not denying it.”

“I well I mean I don’t really min-mind it.” You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering like a fool.

“So I can call you baby?” “Yes.” “But I also wanna know one more thing.” “Which is?”

“How am I supposed to call you with no number baby.” Smooth he sure was smooth alright, you quickly took out your phone before handing it over to him, he put in his number before handing your phone back.

“Damn what the hell did I just witness.” Druski joked which received him a push from Jack.

“You just witnessed history in the making.” For the entire stream Jack was flirting with you nonstop which resulted in several jokes from Druski making fun of the two of you.

Once the stream was over you made your way towards the parking garage just as you were about to get in your car you heard your voice being called, looking back you saw it was Jack.

“Jack? What are you doing aren’t you supposed to be on your way back to the hotel or something.”

“I was but I was wondering if you were free right now, and if you might want to go have dinner with me?” He blushed and stood there awkwardly, you were curious as to where all that confidence he had just a few minutes ago went.

“I’d love to go have dinner with you.” You went to get back into your car but he stopped you. “Actually we can take the Suv I know you’re exhausted so I don’t want you to have to drive.”

“Are you sure?” “I’m positive come on.” The entire night was wonderful you got to know Jack a bit more and he got to know you a bit more as well.

Once you finally made it back home you got a text from an unknown number.

- Had a great time tonight baby hope to do it again real soon 😌❤️, sweet dreams from your soon to be man.

You rolled your eyes playfully realizing it was Jack.

- Oh my soon to be man? If you’re going to be my soon to be man I guess you need to stay up all night talking to me

- that’s no issue on my end 😌

The two of you did just that, you spent all night texting one another about anything and everything.

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[jungmeowz]

walk the line d1; recap

first off... they did so fucking good, i was highkey crying about them. They did so well, and I'm so proud of them, I'm like so glad that during this concert the setlist was not choreo heavy, because my goodness, they need all the rest they can get and I don't want them to get hurt or injured at all. First thing first... when they sang given or taken I literally lost my shits, it's like one of my all time fav song, and when they performed it I literally was tearing up... seeing them perfoming it when they were babies and then... now i'm just like wow they've grown so much and they're doing so well!! Pass the mic was so fucking good holy shit, I love jungwon so much during this song, he fucking slayed it. We got forehead sunoo and jungwon this concert and I was quite literally gagged, and bangs jake oh my god he looked so cute!!!! Seeing Jay perform with his guitar I was in awe and crying he did so well and looked so good my goodness! Ni-ki hair!!! HIDE THEM SCISSORS bro hide em, i love this hairstyle on him. Heeseung and his fucking vocals literally so good... Sunghoon.. well sunghoon he's just so charming and handsome. I literally love how they interacted with engenes during this concert it was so heart warming. When I was watching them perform I was literally like wow they really do love engenes because I deadass feel like this concert and setlist really focused on the fans and the interactions with the fans and it made me happy and warmed my heart alot. Seeing the boys happy and smiling really made me happy, its so endearing really! Okay back to performances... oH MY GOD lucifer .... 02Z heisdufhsud there are no words it was that good.. and teeth!! Ni-ki and Sunoo lines together with the deep and brat voice oh my god.. AND THEY PERFORMED SCREAM!!!! The bridge was so good, I deadass wished I was really there... literally to be a k-engene grrrr, and like lastly MOONSTRUCK, guys when I tell you I love moonstruck... i really love moonstruck and seeing them sing it, and then seeing them perform with a dance to the song I literallly jaw dropped and freaked out so badly becasue i was so good... sigh yeah there were many more things that happen but these were all I can think of, but also like my live blog post about it holds recap too. Anyways love them and enjoyed d1... excited for d2!!

[austinswhitewolf]

Blue Eyes Baby AB/OFC Fic

AN: Hello all, this is my first fic I've written and decided to post. I have always loved the Soulmates idea, something about it is so romantic and I apparently am a hopeless romantic deep at heart. I don't own anything except the idea and my character Gabe. Hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think. :) I have lots of other ideas but not sure if I'll want to post. Will depend on how well this one is taken. Love you all.

Everyone is born seeing shades of gray. Some lucky few found their soulmates early on in life, having their worlds burst into color at hearing their voice for the first time. The color always starts with their soulmate first before blooming outwards. Some went years, even decades, without finding their soulmate, only ever knowing grays.

Gabriel was one of those who was still only seeing grays and she was now 34. She had hoped working on movie sets through out the years would help her find that special someone, but luck wasn't with her. Gabe loves her job, being an extra, assisting people on sets with what ever is needed, just all around floater of what ever needed to be done.

When she booked on to help with Elvis, Gabe was over the moon. She had always loved his music, her parents growing up always had him playing on the turntable. There were nights as a baby she couldn't get to sleep without hearing the King playing. She heard about who would be playing Elvis but never took the time to look into him. She wanted to be able to have true reactions for the movie so stayed away from anything dealing with Austin Butler.

For the first few weeks she was on set they were doing closed shoots with Tom, Austin, Olivia, Richard, and Helen. During this block of time Gabe would help out with running things to and from sets, only ever handing items off outside the studios or edges of the sets so as not to mess up audio or cause disruptions. Mainly though she was helping keep costumes organized, cleaned and ready for the next day. It wasn't until they started the bigger shoots with crowds that she was needed as an extra.

Trouble, Russwood Park Filming block.

The first block they needed her for as an extra was going to be the Trouble scene at Russwood Park.

They had put her into a nice soft blue dress that had deep blue and green flowers on it and fell down to mid shin. Her hair was in soft curls and make-up to match and compliment her eyes. Gabe had been told through out her life that she had deep gold bordering on light brown hair and beautiful ice blue/gray eyes. The make-up artist promised her that her make-up made her eyes pop and match to her dress.

Moving out and over to the grouping of other women who were going to be the crowd, Gabe started to chat with a few while waiting for the call for them to get into places. About five minutes later they were guided into place, with Gabe being put right behind the police line against the stage at the corner. The men on the stage with instruments were playing a few notes to finish warming up. Gabe was almost buzzing with excitement and awe that this was actually really happening. Until this point it never really sunk in that this was truly happening.

Baz called for everyone to get into final placement before calling action. Austin came up onto stage and stood at the mic, looking around at the crowd.

"There's been a lot of talk about the new Elvis."

It was at those words that Gabe felt a tingle and saw Austin's face start to color. His grey eyes became intense blue and his tie started to flow into red. Her face lost all color at the realization and her jaw dropped open slightly. The crowd booing all around her yet she couldn't bring herself to join in.

"And of course that other guy… You ain't nothin' but a hound dog! Cryin' all the time."

Austin's eyes scan the crowd and then go back down as he shifts the mic again. The crowd starts to cheer and yell

"There are a lot of people saying a lot of things. Course you got to listen to the people that you love. But in the end you gotta listen to yourself. So I want you to know those New York people ain't gonna change me none!"

Moving to put his guitar onto the piano he looks back out and yells out, "I'm gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!"

Gabe gets jostled by some of the crowd around her and she realizes she needs to stay focused and deal with this after the scene is shot. She shook herself back in and started to yell and cheer with the rest of the crowd. She can't let Baz see her just standing there doing nothing, can't get kicked out of the scene, not be an extra anymore for this movie…

As he raises his arm, Austin looks over to the side of the stage, his eyes roaming over the women and men. The screams building, knowing that he is about to truly start. His eyes lock with Gabe's for a split second before his eyes close, ready to belt out his first line of the song. His arm comes down and he starts.

"If you're lookin for trouble… You came to the right place. If you're lookin for trouble, just look right in my face."

Austin once again glances around the crowd and his eyes once again move over Gabe and he sees gold blonde hair and blue eyes. His stomach clenches and rolls even more then it already is.

Their eyes connect and he knows she knows. Austin bites his lip and takes a deep breath. His brain is moving a mile a minute, he found her! Completely loosing the rest of the world, it takes a moment to realize Baz has yelled cut and is looking at him.

"Austin, you good? You missed your mark."

A bright blush ran up Austin's neck, through his cheeks to his ears.

"Uh… Yeah I'm good Baz, lets go again?"

Baz nods and motions for everyone to reset. The women around Gabe start whispering and giggling.

"He is so hott, who ever sees color with him is so lucky!"

Gabe bites her tongue and just keeps her eyes on Austin. She can't look at the crowd right now, the colors with the bright spotlights is way to much for her right now. Its all so overwhelming to her, she reaches out and holds onto the edge of the stage. Austin never leaves her line of sight while they film the next few takes before he gets to the corner of the stage and drops to his knees. Grabbing hold of Gabe's Face and singing right to her. As he backs up and slowly lets go of her, her skin where he was holding her is on fire. Without thinking her arm reaches out and grabs his hand as he pulls away.

As the police extras filter on the stage, grabbing him and pulling him off, it was a gut reaction from him to try and keep near Gabe, needing her in eye site. Gabe is reaching from him like all the other women.

Gabriel feels like the part of her she just found was ripped away again as he was pulled off the stage.

Baz yells cut and calls out for a twenty minute break while they go over the shot footage to see if they need any retakes. As the crowd and all start to back away and spread out a bit, Austin maneuvers around the back of the stage to where he last saw Gabe. She kept her eyes on stage trying to see where Austin would be heading so she could get to him and they could talk.

He see's her staying right were she was, almost frozen in place. He reaches his hand out through a few people and his fingers wrap around her wrist, gently pulling towards him. When she feels a gentle grasp with callused fingertips around her wrist she immeditly feels at ease and knows it's him. Somehow she just knew.

A few of the women start to notice who is among them and begin to whisper. Austin quickly guides her through and around to the back of the stage that is mostly empty and the sound from the front is muffled.

As they stop and turn to each other, blue eyes met blue. Each taking the other in, reveling in all the colors that are new to them.

Austin brings his fingers up and gently cups her cheek. Thumb brushing under her eye.

"I found you." His deep timber flowed over her, causing a shiver up her spine. Her head tilted into his hand and smiled softly.

"I have been hoping for this for years." She whispered and glanced over his face.

Austin had started to think he would never find his other half. His hope was waning more and more as the years passed. He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead before touching his to hers. Nuzzling his nose against hers softly.

"I'm never letting you go." He whispered before crashing their lips together.

[schrijverr]

A Behind the Scenes of: Jane's Photos

Jonathan and El go over some of her photos in the book and give insight into the stories behind them.

On AO3.

Ships: Elumax, jargancy, jopper, byler

Warnings: none.

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The video opens with Jonathan and El. Jonathan greets: “Hi, I’m Jonathan Byers, the main photographer and editor of A Collection of Queer Photography. Today my sister is visiting, so me and Jane are going to look at her photos in the book,” Jonathan starts the video.

El is sitting on the other chair, her hair up in a messy bun and long dangly earrings. She’s wearing a patterned dress with a loose sweater over it as she smiles into the camera, her eyes a little too wide. All the years have made her integrate more, but there is still an edge of odd about her, though she wears it well.

“Some people online have commented that we do not look like each other, that is because Jane is adopted,” Jonathan says. “She came to live with us when she was fourteen, lived with Jim before that and she took an interest in photography in ‘86 to capture all the memories that might get lost if you don’t capture them. It really helped when Max was in a coma.”

“That is correct,” El nods with a smile still on her face.

“You wanna do the honors?” Jonathan asks, holding the book out to her which has a few tabs peaking out again.

“Yes, please,” El answers as she takes it and flips it open.

Jonathan meanwhile says: “She has quite a few in there, so we’re not talking about all of them, just a selection that Jane made.” Then he turns back to El and asks: “Which one are we starting with?”

“This one,” El replies, showing Jonathan the page as between them the image appears.

The photo is taken in the Hopper-Byers house living room. Hopper has his arms around Joyce’s waist, while she has hers around his neck. The two of them are kissing passionately. Around them are flower petals and there are two wine glasses on the table. Hopper had coordinated with El on the moment, so all the petals floated like a garden galaxy.

“She Said Yes,” Jonathan reads. “Ahw, when mom and dad got engaged in ‘91. That is a beautiful photo.”

“It is,” El agrees. “Dad was very nervous about it. We rehearsed it a hundred times while mom was at work. Picking up petals is a pain.”

Jonathan laughs at that, before he asks: “Why did you pick this one?”

“I think it shows how hard dad tried and the effort he puts in,” El says. “He isn’t a big gestures kind of person, but he knows mom would have liked something like this, so he made the effort. I think that’s so sweet.”

“Totally,” Jonathan agrees with a soft smile. “And it says a lot about them too. How they relate to each other.”

El nods, before flipping to the next tab. She Said Yes gets replaced by Kitchen Helper, which is of Argyle taking the turkey from the oven. Jonathan is hovering behind him with the roasted potatoes in his hands, which have been deposited there by Argyle moments earlier.

“This is Kitchen Helper from thanksgiving 1991,” El says. “I think it is a very cute photo. You are always so scared Argyle is going to burn himself, even if he’s a professional chef.”

Jonathan blushes a little and Argyle comments: “You do hover a little, baby boy,” from behind the camera. His sound quality is much better, he must have gotten a mic.

“But you do burn yourself,” Jonathan splutters, defending himself. “You’re always reaching into hot ovens and surrounded by burning oil.”

“Hazard of the job, buttercup,” Argyle says, a smile audible in his voice.

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Jonathan pouts, while El giggles at the two of them.

“See,” she says. “This is exactly the dynamic you can see in the photo.”

Jonathan pauses for a second, then gives into it and laughs: “I guess it is. And it is a cute photo, I love it.”

At that El grins widely, before flipping ahead again. The photo that comes on stage is of Max walking the stage with her crutches. Her head is held high and pride leaves her every pore. As she looks at it, El can’t help but light up with pride.

“Max Walking the Stage,” Jonathan reads, leaning over so he can also see. He tells the audience: “That was 1993, when the twerps all graduated college.”

“You’re only a few years older than us,” El points out.

“And that’s a few years enough,” Jonathan grins back, ruffling her hair while she tries to duck away with a halfhearted protest and a grin on her face.

Once they’ve stopped their little tussling war and both have straightened out again, El says: “I love how proud Max looks. She was so nervous about it, because she was having a bad day, so she needed the crutches, unlike at high school when she could manage without them for the stage walk itself.”

“I couldn’t tell,” Jonathan says, sounding a little surprised, like he also hadn’t known that.

“She did not want you to,” El tells him gently. “She hated that she was even nervous about it, because she did not want it to be a thing she was ashamed off. She never wants people to think that about her. For her the crutches are a part of her, not a weakness or something extra. She is proud of her disability, she just knew that people in the audience would pity her and she hated it. But she is so strong and stubborn and she walked that stage with pride.” El’s voice turns a little mushy as she adds: “God, I love her.”

Jonathan smiles fondly at his sister and softly says: “That’s lovely, Jane. I think you managed to capture that defiance perfectly. It’s very much a Max photo.”

El smiles back at him, before there is a cut, the book open on a new page. El introduces it: “This one is Late LA Nights from when me, Max and Lucas moved to LA in 1993 where Mike and Will lived.”

On screen the photo is of Mike and Will dancing in comfortable clothes in their living room. They’re close together, Mike’s arms around Will’s waist, noses pressed together and their eyes closed.

“Mike and Will love dancing,” Jonathan comments. “I don’t know how that happened, but it’s so sweet.”

“I blame you,” El says. “You made Will like music. And mom and dad, who dance.”

“You’re not a dancer?” Jonathan quirks a brow. “I would have sworn I heard [BEEP] talk about how her aunt took her to a dance class.”

When there is a beep a note appears on screen: *Mike and Will have asked the names of their daughters to be kept out, thank you for understanding.

“She’s cute and she really wanted to,” El defends herself. “Besides, I do not hate dancing, I just lived in the same city as these two for too many years.”

“You and Max are just as bad,” Jonathan points out, though he sounds fond. “And you still live in the same city as them.”

“Max told me we are cute when we do it,” El informs him seriously. “And why would I want to live in a different city from them? They are my friends.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says, then moves on. “But this is a cute photo and a little snippet of Mike and Will. What’s the next one?”

“This one,” El shows him a page, pointing to the lower right corner.

“Free Time, nice,” Jonathan says, while on screen an image of Lucas in sport’s clothes shooting hoops on a basketball court on a sunny autumn day appears. In the background is Max riding her skateboard, her crutches are on the ground near the photographer, as if they were just put down to take the photograph.

“It is very nice, yes,” El agrees. “As you said, I like capturing memories and this is a fond one. We used to go to this park all the time, now we have found a new one closer to our home, but this one was the one we first found when we moved to LA. On Max’s good days, she will skateboard and we will make flower crowns or bracelets or braid each other’s hair when it was a bad one. Or she will read to me.”

“That sounds very lovely,” Jonathan tells her, despite already knowing it. Just to affirm her in her recollection.

El smiles and nods. “It is,” she confirms, before flipping the page again to the next tab.

On screen Free Time gets replaced by Sea Chickens. It is from a Californian beach, the early spring already nice enough to allow a day at the beach. The photograph is taken from the sand, but is of the sea itself, where Lucas, Max, Mike and Will are playing in the water.

They might be adults, but that doesn’t stop them from playing chicken. Max is on Lucas’ shoulders, while Will is on Mike’s. Lucas has his hand in Mike’s face, pushing him away, while Max and Will have each other’s hands in a hold, pushing without success. All of them are laughing.

“This was one of the first swim weather days of 1994,” El says. “Winter does not really exist in LA, that is weird, but it is not always weather to swim. I am not a big fan of swimming, but it is fun to watch the others be idiots.”

Jonathan snorts at that and agrees: “They do seem to turn into five year olds whenever they come near a body of water.”

“They do,” El agrees.

“I like how Mike’s face is completely smushed by Lucas,” Jonathan points out. “And you can really see how strong Will’s arms are.”

“Will had been experimenting with sculptures during this time,” El recalls. “He had been lugging around all sorts of heavy materials.” She wrinkles her nose and adds: “Mike was horny about it. I heard too much about my brother’s arms than necessary.”

Jonathan chokes on a laugh as he wheezes: “Oh my god, I am so glad I missed that,” in a manner that is unlike how he usually is on camera, seemingly a lot less shy when joking with El.

El joins in as she giggles: “I suddenly related to dad a lot, I almost instated a three inches apart rule in my house,” which sets Jonathan off again.

The two laughing gets cut off and they appear calmed down again. The two are a little red in the face from laughter, but bravely move onto the next photo.

On screen appears a photo of Max on her knees in the living room of the Mayfield-Sinclair apartment. She is playing with Sir Fluff. On the couch behind her are Mike and Will. Mike is lounging, legs thrown over Will’s lap as he watches Max and the cat. Will is rubbing Mike’s ankles absentmindedly as he talks with Lucas, who is standing next to the couch.

“This is Sir Fluff and Company,” Jonathan tells the viewer, before asking El: “Do you remember when you took this one?”

“Not exactly,” El says. “We hang out at each other’s place a lot. It’s just natural. We have each others keys, had them back then too. We just show up.”

“I love that,” Jonathan says. “I’m pretty sure we have the keys to the Munson house and mom and dad’s house.”

“We have a copy of Erica’s key too from when we stayed at her place when she had the conference,” Argyle pipes up.

“We still have that?” Jonathan asks. “Should we- Should we give that back?”

“Nah, she would have asked,” Argyle replies.

“Sure,” Jonathan agrees, before turning back to the photo. “So this was a typical scene?”

“Yeah, Lucas does this thing where he will get up to grab something to drink, then forget because he started a conversation again. That is why he is standing there,” El explains. “And Mike will always take over the couch like a mouth breather.”

“He does sprawl, doesn’t he,” Jonathan says with a look of mild, yet playful disgust on his face.

The two of them giggle again, in the action it is clear that gossiping together is a habit both have picked up over the years. Even with the camera there, they easily fall into the giggling comments and jokes.

After a second, El flips the page again and smiles: “That was when you and Nancy and Argyle came to visit.”

“That was so fun,” Jonathan says. “I love being able to come out to see you. Having careers in different cities sucks. Why did we do that?”

“Because Nancy is stubborn and Max is too?” El suggests.

Jonathan makes a face that says ‘Fair enough,’ then bends over the book again. The photo is of the guest room at the Mayfield-Sinclairs. On the bed are Argyle, Jonathan and Nancy, the three of them still fast asleep. Nancy is on her back in the middle, while Argyle and Jonathan are both turned to her, heads practically on her shoulders. Argyle has a leg thrown over both of them, while Jonathan has an arm over Nancy, hand buried in Argyle’s shirt.

Jonathan comments: “I will never get over how tall Argyle is.”

“You love it, baby,” Argyle chips in.

“I do,” Jonathan agrees easily as he looks up, love sick smile on his face.

El hits him on the arm and says: “Do not be gross.”

“Ouch, Jane,” Jonathan pouts. “And I wasn’t being gross.”

That earns him a look that communicates that El very much does not agree with that statement, but she lets it be as she moves back to the page: “I think it is cute how you two mirror each other even when asleep.”

“It’s comfortable,” Jonathan shrugs.

“Do you guys still have a schedule about who gets to be in the middle?” El asks, while Jonathan blushes. Innocently, she adds: “I think that is very sweet. You guys are great at communicating and planning.”

That softens Jonathan up and he smiles: “We do, but it’s not a hard law. And we worked hard on that communication. You do the same with Max and Lucas.”

“We had you to be an example,” El says earnestly.

You can see how Jonathan tears up a bit, in lieu of an answer he snatches El close and hugs her tightly. El startles a little but melts into the touch with a happy yet confused smile. There is rustling and before the video cuts, you can hear Argyle mutter: “Gotta get in on that hugging action.”

After the cut, the two are sitting again, Jonathan’s eyes are a little red rimmed, but he is smiling widely as he says: “And we’re at the last photo now. It’s Jonathan’s New Years Kiss taken in 1995, but only just.”

The photo that appears on screen is of Jonathan lowering his camera in surprise as Argyle and Nancy kiss him on his cheeks at the same time.

“This one is cute,” El says. “You are always snapping photographs on New Years. Nancy says you cannot stop working.”

“Nancy also can’t stop working,” Jonathan pouts a little, before he must admit: “But I do find it hard to put the camera down. It’s just hard when you view the world through what would be a great photo and then you can’t take it when you see one, you know.”

“I know,” El says. “But dad says taking photos of the good times with the mental camera is also good sometimes.”

“That is because his photos are always blurry and his finger is always in there too,” Jonathan points out.

“Mom agrees,” El counters.

“Okay, so maybe there is something to it, but I have been getting better about it,” Jonathan defends himself.

“He has,” Argyle defends him from behind the camera.

“Thank you.”

“I believed you,” El promises, though she looks a little mischievous as she does.

“Sure,” Jonathan tells her, like he doesn’t believe her, El doesn’t seem to mind. Jonathan goes back to the topic at hand: “But it is a cute photo, even if I look like an idiot.”

“That is your face, as Will would say,” El tells him.

“You and Will need to stop hanging out,” Jonathan replies, to which he only gets a smile in return, so he rolls his eyes back.

There is a cut, then Jonathan is saying to El: “I really enjoyed looking at these photos with you. You have a fun style of taking photos and you really added a new perspective in the book. Thank you.”

“You are welcome,” El smiles. “It was fun to contribute.”

“Tell the people where they can find Jane’s stuff,” Argyle directs from behind the camera, obviously more familiar with YouTube than the two in front it.

“Oh, yeah, if you want to see more of Jane’s photography it is @JaneMPhotos on Instagram,” Jonathan says. “It is mostly photos of their pets and it is delightful.”

On screen two photos appear. The left one is of Lucas laying on the ground with a defeated look on his face, on his chest lies Hank, their husky, with what can only be a smug look on his face. On the right is a photo of Max, Pino on her finger. She is whistling to the bird and the bird is whistling right back.

Then Jonathan signs off: “So, yeah, that is a behind the scene of the photos Jane took for this book. Thank you so much for being here.”

“You are welcome,” El replies.

“Bye,” Jonathan waves and El follows after a second.

~~

A/N:

El and Jonathan are secretly mean girls together (especially about Mike), change my mind

[destinyimage]

Boy Blinded by Abuse Sees Again in the Glory Atmosphere

Even during times of transition and change, we can rest assured that God is transforming us into new levels of glory (see 2 Corinthians 3:18).

Following Jesus can never be reduced to following a formula. I recently had a vision of Jesus standing in a harvest field. He turned around, looked at me with an outstretched hand, and said with a smile, “Come, follow Me.” I cried for two hours after that vision because I felt His glory fill my room, and I knew He was inviting me into another great adventure with Him. I am still walking out this invitation. I have a feeling I’ve only seen the surface of all that He has in store for us. Following Jesus requires movement and change.

“It doesn’t matter if you just got your stakes down like you wanted them. The move of God doesn’t happen according to your timing. God cannot always accommodate to your schedule. He moves sovereignly, as He wills, and if you don’t move with him, you will be left behind. He has but one desire for us, and that one desire is that we be changed from glory to glory. He has never moved a person to a lesser glory than they’ve already experienced. Change, therefore, is our friend. The changes God is sending into our lives are intended to work in us ‘a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.’ In fact, change becomes the measure of the glory.” —Ruth Ward Heflin

For us and many others, a mindset change is harder than the change itself. Once our minds are renewed and synced with Christ, change comes supernaturally. I imagine the children of Israel were accustomed to change as they followed the cloud by day and the fire by night. Miracles of provision, protection, and health were found in the glory.

Miracles in the Glory

At our Saturday Night Awakening service, one of the most notable miracles was when a teenage boy received sight in his blind eye. We had seen blind eyes healed before, but this story impacts me greatly because God restored more than his eye alone. As a baby, this boy was beaten so severely that he suffered brain damage and lost sight in one of his eyes. His adopted parents saw him through seven surgeries to help correct his eye. This boy was not able to run a few steps without falling down due to brain damage. We always take time to pray for those needing a miracle, and we did so this one particular night. After some were healed, we were transitioning the service to the message, and I heard a gentle nudge of the Holy Spirit say, “I’m not quite done yet.” We had already prayed for miracles, and I had taken my seat. As I prepared to walk out and change my one-year-old’s diaper, I felt the gentle nudge in my spirit again. I handed my son to my dear friend Elizabeth and walked back up on stage.

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I grabbed a mic and quickly made mention of a healing anointing in the room. Tommy and I decided to wait a little longer in the presence of the Lord. After we called out a few more words of knowledge, a young boy began to run around the front row, then up the steps, onto the stage, and then jump off! He did this two or three times! Tommy was nervous he might trip over the steps because he knew this boy couldn’t walk without assistance. But not only was he able to run and jump without falling, but he also began to cry out, “I can see! I can see!” The boy’s father came up to report that his son’s blind eye had opened; he told the story that led to his son’s condition. No one laid hands on this young man, only the hand of God. Later, offstage, the young man told me he didn’t feel afraid of the bad things that happened to him. I knew God was removing trauma from him. The evening erupted in praise and joy as we gave Jesus the glory. A traditional message didn’t happen that night, but no one complained as Jesus was the message.

Digging wells of revival usually requires us to lay aside our agendas and orders of service in order to surround ourselves with the presence of God.

“If we want the same fruit and breakthrough seen in the early Church, we’ll have to take our hands off the reins of what God is directing.” —Bill Johnson

We expect miracles, repentance, deliverance from demons, and restoration in our meetings because people receive what they need in the glory. Often all these happen at once. Revival can look chaotic and messy by most church standards but so did the Pentecostal revival in Acts 2. Some accused them of being drunk!

Tommy and I are always open to learning from others on how to host revival. One thing we have learned is, if we don’t seek the presence of God first, nothing will be added to us (see Matthew 6:33). We don’t worship miracles or revival; we worship Jesus. His presence must be at the center of our ministry; if it’s not, we are out. We know life without Jesus, and we have no intention of going back.

As we continue to honor the Lord’s presence and move with the glory in our services, we see an increase of miracles happening. We’ve recently seen witches attend our meetings more than once in different states. We have had more than one testimony about the power of God encountering them. We recently had a report of a witch repenting because she was physically healed at our meeting. No one prayed for her or laid hands on her. She later asked to be discipled to learn more about Jesus and the Holy Spirit!

The glory crosses denominational lines. We have had Baptists, Methodists, Church of Christ, and people from other denominations transformed by revival. One Church of Christ man came to one of our revival tour meetings. He disapproved of his daughter attending our meeting and decided to show up. Later that night the power of God came over him as he, his daughter, and her friend fell back under the power of God. They were so deeply touched by this encounter that they went to their church to share what happened to them at our revival meeting and God’s presence powerfully encountered the people who heard their testimony!

Digging Wells of Healing

“The greatest revivals in the New Testament after Pentecost were the direct result of one or more divine healings of the body. It was used more than anything else in the Word of God to draw the people to Christ. Nearly all the great revivals were brought about by divine healing and sometimes only one was healed.” —Maria Woodworth-Etter

The miracle wells of revival are springing forth!

John G. Lake

He lived in the early 1900s and had a revelation of the believer’s authority and dominion over sickness. He saw many healed and even raised the dead. In the middle of the deadly bubonic plague, John G. Lake had the disease dissolve in his hand under the eye of a microscope, and he credited the miracle to the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus, according to Romans 8. The mayor of Spokane, Washington, thanked him for the contributions he made toward city transformation due to the establishment of Healing Rooms, some of which are in operation today. At one point in Lake’s day, Spokane was rated the healthiest city in America! He also established 625 churches (125 white churches and 500 black churches).

Maria Woodworth-Etter

In the 1800s Maria Woodworth-Etter, or “Mother Etter,” as she became known, pioneered a way for women to preach and minister during a time when women didn’t have the right to vote. When religion tried to shut her up, she chose to obey God no matter the cost.

After she integrated healing into her ministry, she began to see blind eyes open, cancer removed, tumors disappear, the lame walk, the deaf hear. And the mute speak. She also saw dropsy, spinal meningitis, kidney failure, heart disease, and rheumatism fully healed. Maria regularly prayed for those who were dying, as well as for resurrection for people who had died, she saw God raise people from the dead.

Kathryn Kuhlman

Kathryn’s ministry was iconic in regard to glory miracles. Most of the miracles in her ministry happened while people were in the presence of the manifested glory that accompanied her life and in her meetings.

The institutional church should be so powerful that when the world challenges it, when unregenerate man challenges it—it can reply with God’s miracles.

Smith Wigglesworth

“Wigglesworth released healing wherever he went.… When Wigglesworth ministered in the streets of San Francisco, people came and laid out those who were sick on mattresses in front of him. When he walked by them and his shadow hit them, they were healed.”

T. L. and Daisy Osborn

Inspired by the incredible healing ministry of William Branham, “the Osborns preached to crowds of 20,000 to 250,000 in crusades in 76 countries. Vast numbers have been healed, including the deaf, blind, and crippled. Body organs have been recreated and restored, cancers have died and vanished, lepers have been healed, and the dead have been raised. Most of their power evangelism and healing ministry have been with crowds in developing nations. They established 400 churches a year in these nations.”

Honoring Fathers and Mothers of Revival

There are many global revival wells opened by men and women who are alive today, and they have greatly impacted our family. We have met revival generals such as Bill and Beni Johnson, Randy Clark, Cindy and Mike Jacobs, and our pastors, Jim and Becky Hennesy, who have inspired us to become revival well diggers. Their sacrifice, service, and integrity have impacted my generation greatly.

There are many other generals of revival alive today who have impacted us. Bill Johnson and Randy Clark are deep wells in regard to the miraculous. If you want to grow in the gifts of miracles, I encourage you to study their resources. Bill’s and Randy’s meetings exposed me to miracles live and in person (other than my own personal healings). I still remember the first time I attended a Sunday service at Bethel Church and Bill asked for anyone with cancer to stand up to receive prayer. I fell on my knees crying because I was so happy they took time during a service to pray for miracles. Both Bill’s and Randy’s miracle and impartation meetings awakened us to our revival call. As we sat in the back rows of their meetings and saw lines of people testify to their healings, I sat and wept as I told God, “I was born to do this.” That may sound funny to some, but I long to see justice come to the sick because I know Jesus paid for justice to be served.

Honoring mothers and fathers of revival requires us to receive what they carry. We must position our hearts to receive an impartation from them. Tommy and I do this by attending meetings, studying their books, attending their schools, sowing into their ministries, and most importantly, taking the same risks they did. The first time I prayed for metal to be dissolved in people’s bodies was because I heard Randy tell a testimony about him and Bill seeing metal dissolve in other meetings. I thought, “I can try this too! If I don’t try it, I will never see it.” Tommy and I tried it at one of our miracle meetings, and we saw a woman run across the room as she gained full mobility back in her foot and ankle. She later shared that she had not been able to bend her ankle or run due to the surgery she had three years prior to that night.

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[nilikhangdiwa]

hi !! writing up some quick ramuda propaganda here because this little pink bitch has ruined my life slash positive.

hypmic lore speedrun, in case you're unfamiliar with it. hypnosis mic is a series whose story is told primarily through drama tracks. in the future, after world war iii, the party of words has taken over japan. all forms of weaponry are outlawed, and all conflicts must be solved with words. in particular, the invention of the hypnosis microphone means that you can use your words to literally cause people physical damage. thus, there's a division rap battle, where the different divisions duke it out in a tournament style rap battle to see who comes on top. the winner gets loads of benefits for their division, a cash reward, etc. also note that the party of words is all women and they hate men for being violent and shit. but for the purposes of this, it's not necessarily that important.

okay, so ramuda. who is ramuda?

ramuda is, first and foremost, the leader of shibuya division's fling posse! he was the one who gathered gentaro and dice to form their little rap group. they were all strangers before, but they've come to create a close bond with one another.

though fling posse was formed for selfish reasons, the three of them grow to really care for each other. and isn't this what this poll is all about? pink haired fucks hiding big secrets behind sunshiney smiles and learning to smile genuinely?

ramuda was also formerly part of the dirty dawg. the dirty dawg was a rap group of four people who are now all leaders of their respective divisions. they had a break up due to a lot of internal strife caused in part by ramuda's actions. although he was the one who kind of tore them apart, he does feel really bad about it, as tdd had grown to be important to him too.

and third. well. he's a government clone.

"WHAAAAAAT." yeah. although the fandom had been expecting such for a few years, it got officially confirmed a while back. ramuda is not human. ramuda is a genetically engineered clone created to do the dirty work of the government. (test tube baby, literal.)

ramuda can always be found with a lollipop in hand. this is because he's actually reliant on them to survive, since they contain medicine that he needs to keep functioning.

so you can guess audience reactions when in a drama track, one of the party of words representatives kicks him in the stomach and tells him they won't be supplying lollipops anymore, thus dooming him to a slow and painful death.

it was so bad, dude. and hearing him beg for his life was so painful. shiraimu popped off in his voice acting, but also because thus far ramuda has always been confident and carefree and playful and bubblegummy and now he's been completely stomped into the ground begging for his life. i listened to that on my way to school, didn't even try to have a good day.

but not all is lost! gentaro and dice end up finding him and saving him. and they resolve to win ths second division rap battle so that, as winners, they can demand more lollipops so that ramuda survives.

and they do. they win. and it's so... god. here's an excerpt of the battle song of fling posse vs. mtc during the second drb.

Repping Shibuya, us 3 are inseparable Coming together as one We’re never alone For his sake For your sake We’re risin’ up

fffffor ramuda's sake... stream reason to fight. anyway.

ramuda's is the story of someone created for one purpose breaking free and finding his own purpose. he's learning real freedom for the first time. he's learning to love and live and fixing his mistakes and dealing with them. he's the story of the human will to survive.

if you have a vote to spare, i hope you can spare one for ramuda!

Pink Hair Swag Tourney, Round One, Part Three

[arkytiorwrites]

Dance With Me Tonight?

Doctor Stephen Strange Supreme x Reader

All I have to say is that Strange Supreme deserved better. So here it is.

"Okay Tony," you mumbled to your best friend. "Better now then never."

"You sure about this kid?” the billionare asked, putting his hands on your shoulders and staring intently into your eyes. "Any Strange is a handful.”

"I'm sure,” you confirmed stubbornly. "This one's more than worth it."

"Then go forth and get your man, my child,” Tony smirked, gently knocking his knuckles on your chin. “They grow up so fast,” he added as he wiped way an imaginary tear before heading out onto the stage.

You tried to calm yourself as Tony pulled up the song you intended to sing to your sorcerer.

You'd met the imprisoned enchanter four years ago almost to the day after a mishap with your inter-dimensional tech. Due to your universal origins, you knew all about the Stephen Strange of the What If…? storyline. Naturally empathetic to his circumstances, you had willingly befriended the suffering man, and persuaded him to join you in the reality you now called home. A large influencer of that decision was that you had somewhat fallen in love with the broken Sorcerer Supreme; but fully understanding and respectful of his devotion to Christine.

But… tonight ... you needed to at least subtly let him know he was loved.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Tony's boistrous announcement snapped you out of your reverie. "We've got a special guest for you tonight. I'm gonna call my friend Y/N up here to sing to a special someone. Y/N! Let's go, darling.”

With a grin and twirl, you grabbed the mic and began to sing.

Stephen had been moodily sipping his martini when he heard Stark’s announcement ring through the common room of Avenger Tower. Whipping his head around from the bar to the stage, he watched heartbroken as you began to sing the song that always made you dance.

When you had fallen into his crystal bubble, he had begun to wonder is he had finally gone mad. You were lively, wise cracking, and a kindly traveller that had never judged him, accepted him wholly, but never took any of his shit and gave a good as you got. When you had fought for his place in your world, he had fallen and fallen hard. But he had vowed that he would never allow another to get close to him , just so that destiny would be satisfied . So he kept you at arms length, but longed for you just the same. It killed him to see you glow as you sang to the one who held your heart.

“My name is Y/N, nice to meet you can I tell you baby,

Lookin’ round there's a whole lot of pretty gentry.

But none like you, you shine so bright!

Yeah!”

You sang as you scanned the room for the dark wizard. Finally spotting him nursing a martini at the bar you began to plot your way through the crowd to him.

"I was wonderin’ if you and me could spend a minute,

Up close, on the floor gettin lost in it,

I won’t give up without a fight!"

You could vividly remember the first time Stephen had walked in on you singing and dancing to the song. You had been making your morning coffee, and had turned on the music while you waited for the elixir of life to brew. Strange had wandered in during the chorus and had watched until the end of the song as you made a fool of yourself and had the audacity to say you had a nice voice!

"Oo oo! Ooo baby!

I just want you to dance with me tonight!"

Stephen loved nothing more then to hear you sing; love songs were his favorite, because then he could pretend you meant the words for him. He watched, chest aching horribly as you jumped down from the stage and began to move through the crowd, still singing.

How he longed to be the one you were singing to, but why such a divine being would love a hellish creature like him, he couldn’t say. As you moved closer and closer he tried to deduce who the lucky bastard could be, but as far as he knew, you had never come in contact with any of the men here, except for the Avengers.

So which of them could it be? Stark was taken, and you both were more like Fred and George Weasley, anyway. It couldn't be Barton, he was married with kids. Banner, perhaps? It might be Thor but you were a surprisingly quiet individual, considering the company you kept. It might be Loki, Thor had brought his wayward brother to Earth for, essentially, community service. The two were scary similar in personality and habits, so it would make sense... but the Trickster was at the other side of the room. Who the hell could it be?!

"Gettin’ sweaty,

Hot and heavy

In the crowd now!

Take your hands and let them go down down!”

You looked heavenly in your emerald green button down and black vest, you'd never been interested in the normal dress code. You'd always enjoyed shocking everyone with your clothing choices. Tonight, you stood out amongst the sparkling gowns and black tuxedos in the most unique and beautiful way possible. You... oh Vishanti. You were making your way to him.

You watched as finally Stephen figured out that you were singing to him, his whole posture and expression changed from confused to downright shocked.

“Took you long enough, you handsome dummy," you thought as you continued.

"I just want you to dance with me tonight!"

Finally standing in front of him as you finished the song.

Everyone cheered, but you ignored them in favor of staring into Stephens eyes.

"Me?" he finally asked faintly.

“You," you agreed softly.

Tears filled the sorcerers’ eyes as be shakily reached for the one who commanded his heart.

You willingly walked into his arms and held him close as he wept silently into your shoulder. Holding him as tightly as you dared, gently combing your fingers through the soft, dark hair of your beloved as he finally let go of the past and embraced the future.

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yandere!EraserMic x Reader

Mic skips a couple of steps and brings their darling home earlier than planned.

18+ only

tw: mention of blood, kidnapping, restraints

Hizashi felt panic bubble up his throat as he aggressively ran his fingers through his hair. This wasn't good, he wasn't good. He fumbled around trying to pull out his phone so he could message Shota.

-Sho, when are you getting home???

Probably in a few hours...-

why-

Shaking, the blonde continued:

-I brought her home

Hizashi was convinced he'd burn a whole in the rug with his pacing. Staring at his phone screen it looked like Shota was responding, then it stopped, started, stopped, and started. Finally after what felt like forever he got a simple reply:

I'll be home in 15 -

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"Mic, what did you do?" Aizawa sighed. The grumpy man intended to scold his partner but he couldn't bring himself to do so when Mic was so close to a full on panic attack.

"She agreed to meet up with her ex, he was talking about getting back together and I panicked."

Aizawa sighed; he understood where his partner was coming from. Even though Hazashi had abandoned their plan to wait, he was no longer surprised by Mic's actions. There was an understanding between the pair as the atmosphere softened.

Mic lead him down the basement stairs, instead of using the overhead light there was already a dull glow from nightlight that allowed the Pro Heroes to see well enough. On the bed in front of them the comforter rose and fell along with the breath of their darling.

"She should be asleep for another hour or two," Mic whispered. "I only cuffed one wrist to the bed, I figured without her quirk she won't be too troublesome."

Aizawa lovingly rolled his eyes. His partner was such a softy. Nodding in agreement he moved the blanket aside to see the clunky metal quirk-cancelling cuff encircling her ankle. The two had plenty of equipment from their jobs that allowed them to make a "safe" space for their girl.

The couple had stumbled across you on accident; you worked at the new cat cafe that opened near their home. The two quickly became regulars and you snagged their hearts when you recognized them as cafe regulars. They went every Sunday, you had their orders memorized and even told them which cats seemed to miss them the most. Hizashi fell hard and fast. It wasn't until Aizawa found you crying in the ally after one of your shifts that your fate was sealed. You told him that one of the cats ran out of the cafe earlier that day got hit by a car. Learning about the death of a cat wasn't the only thing breaking his heart.

When he got home that evening he told Hizashi. They both agreed that you needed to be protected, shielded from the pain of reality, and never subjected to cat-death-by-car ever again. Essentially they baby proofed their home for you. Anything dangerous (from silverware to chemicals) was locked away. Eraserhead installed cameras throughout the house that streamed to both of their phones. The windows were locked and shatter resistant and they even installed a top of the line security system.

Then came the stalking, both kept tabs on you - in their minds they both casual about it. Aizawa even visited you (broke in) one night to bug your phone. This was how the learned about your ex. The breakup was amicable enough that you two occasionally checked in on each other. After all, you had been together from middle school all the way through your teens. The two of you just wanted and were ready for different things.

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Sure enough, two hours later they could hear your faint scream travel up from the basement. Mic had taken care of the acoustics, of course. He made sure that not a peep could be heard from outside of the house; even before you were in the picture this was in place for his quirk. Between each floor of their house he also added sound minimizing flooring and installation. They needed to be able to hear you but also maintain their sanity.

"M-mr. Yamada? Mr Aizawa?"

Your wide eyes were filled to the brim with tears. As Mic sat on the edge of the bed you withdrew as far as you could from him.

Aizawa seemed more conscientious of your space; instead he knelt in front of the bed so he was at least on your level.

He was the first to speak, "There's no need to scream, y/n, you're safe here. It's just Zashi and I."

The tears finally spilled over. You tried asking them to let you go, that you wouldn't say anything. You told them you had work this evening (even if you didn't) and that they'd know something was wrong if you didn't show up. What made it worse was that the men just kept nodding, taking in every plea you made.

Finally Mic cut you off, "You don't have to worry about work anymore, me and Sho are gonna take care of you, it'll be great. We won't have to wait a whole week to spend time together."

"You can't," You hiccupped, "this is illegal. Once they find out you'll be in trouble."

It was as if they didn't hear you. Mic just kept rambling about what you three could do together and how perfect everything was and how you'd love living with them.

Aizawa on the other hand sighed and indicated to Mic that he should get off the bed. "It's a lot to take in right now, new environments can be scary. You should get some more rest, Zashi gave you a pretty strong sedative."

That explained the pounding in your head. You didn't bother to keep yelling as the ascended the stairs. Instead you focused on not crying. You kept telling yourself that now wasn't the time for tears. You needed to get away from your abductors. You had never been in handcuffs before, you tried pulling against the bed frame in hopes that something would give way. As you expected, nothing really happened. The cuff was secured tightly around your wrist and with every pull came a dull pain in your hand. There wasn't anything useful within your reach.

After crying on the bed for what felt like an eternity you were all out of tears. You thought back to a movie you saw last summer, this detective was cuffed to a furnace and he pulled his hand free. However, that guy definitely lost the flesh on his hand and probably broke something. Your stomach churned at the thought. Then your mind wandered to terrible things the men could do to you. What if they were cannibals? Or wanted to sell your organs on the black market? Weighing the pros and cons you began to pull violently away from the bedpost. The metal dug into your skin and you couldn't help but scream. Hopefully your captors wouldn't come until you were free. There was a small window at the very top of the adjacent wall maybe you could squeeze through.

The searing pain became too much and you stopped to collect yourself. There were already gashes along the base of your wrist and blood coated the handcuffs. You stifled a cry as you resumed your work. You let out a blood-curdling scream when you felt a pop. Instead of freedom, you felt even more trapped. Your thumb looks wrong and looked like it was caught half way in the handcuff and halfway out. Movies make everything seem so much easier.

Light poured in as the door to the basement opened. Panicking you concealed the evidence under the blanket. Both of your hands and parts of your clothes were painted with blood.

"Hey kitten," Aizawa cooed. "We brought you some water. Are you feeling any better."

It was Mic who noticed first. You flinched as his hands cupped your face, his thumb ran along your cheek and you felt something slick.

His voice was rushed and panicked, "Sweet girl, this is blood. Shota come here, y/n is bleeding."

The blonde man handles your face and neck trying to find the source of the bleeding.

You pulled the blanket tighter, "I'm okay, please let me go."

Then Aizawa noticed the specks of blood on the sheets. He tugged at the blankets until you couldn't hold on any more. You were really only holding on with one good hand. You couldn't recall seeing that much emotion on his face in the past.

"Mic go get the first aid kit, now," Eraser's voice was strained and quiet but it sent the other man scattering up the stairs. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the cuff. Instinctively your cradled the hand to your chest, crying for the umph-teenth time that day. The scruffy man pulled you on to his lap, cradling your head to his chest like you would a child.

"You're okay, Mic's gonna get the first aid kit and we're gonna get you all taken care of."

When it came to flight or fight involving direct confrontation, you chose the third option: freeze. You focus on your breathing as the man continued to soothe you. You could hear Mic nearly throw himself down the stairs as he made his was back to your side.

Mic was gentle with your wound, after cleaning the blood off the cuts were visibly deep but not as bad as it seemed. Aizawa told him that it looked like your thumb was dislocated and that he would fix it once the bleeding stopped.

As Hizashi continued to apply pressure you were able to hear him sniffling as he held back tears of his own. Aizawa reached over to comfort Mic as he continued his fawning over you, "You're safe, everything's okay now. We should've known that you would get scared, all by yourself down here. We won't leave you alone again, especially while you're adjusting to your new home."

[uwuwriting]

Zoom meetings with the kids w/ Kuroo, Akaashi and Sakusa

Request: I have been stuck inside the house with my three year old brother for the last three weeks and he keeps coming inside my room and entering the zoom call with me. So that had me thinking. How would our favorite Haikyuu dads Kuroo, Akaashi, maybe Kenma or Sakusa react to their toddlers coming into their room and joining their meeting. - anonymous. 

Awww I love haikyuu dads!!!! I have begun making the smau and I’m already like 3 chapters in but I won’t start posting until I’ve finished it or I’m about to finish it. I wanna be sure that I’ll have a trustworthy upload schedule lmao bc my midterms are coming up next week and I’m dying. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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Kuroo Tetsuro

-He was in a meeting with the firm for the past three hours. 

-He was absolutely exhausted and the only thing he wanted was to take a nap with his two year old daughter. 

-You were still at the hospital, your shift finishing in about two hours so he was basically alone.

-Your daughter was playing with her toys in his office, being as quiet as she could but exhaustion started to win her over little by little. 

-Yawn after yawn left her lips but since the sound was so small and barely above a whisper, Kuroo hadn’t realized that his little princess was tired. 

-Standing up with wobbly legs she grabbed her cat blankie and rubbed her eyes as she slowly made her way to her father. 

-With one arm hugging her blankie and the other wrapping around Kuroo’s leg, she rested her head on his leg and slowly sank down to the floor, not tugging at his pyjama leg as he expected. 

-Looking down at her he didn’t think twice before bending over and bringing her into his lap. 

-She let out a small sigh before she clutched his shirt in her small fists and was off to dreamland in record time. 

- “Kuroo-san what do you think?” 

- “Sorry my daughter distracted me.”

-And with that he went back to his meeting. 

-Throughout the rest of the meeting Kuroo rested a hand on her back, cupping her little head lightly rubbing soothing circles on her skull, staring down at her every now and then a smile adorning his features every time he saw her nuzzling into his chest.

-She was a female version of him now that he thinks of it.

-She had his crazy raven hair and stunning amber eyes while her face structure reminded him of both you and him. 

-Her personality though was all you. 

-He knew she was very young but she reminded him of you when you two first met more and more each day.

-Right at that moment she let out a small yawn again, her eyes opening slightly as she repositioned herself on his lap and went back to sleep. 

-He couldn’t love her more, at least that’s what he believed. 

-Each day she proved him wrong. 

-Saying goodbye to his coworkers he shut off his computer and went to the living room couch, laying down with his little girl in his arms. 

-Giving her one last kiss he fell asleep, a smile still present on his features. 

Akaashi Keiji 

- “The author said that those new chapters need to be edited by the end of the month. He will send you the rest when you are done with these.” 

-His eyes were bloodshot from the endless hours he had been staring at his screen. 

-Rubbing his eyes he answered every single question that was thrown at him, wishing that this one would be the last one. 

-But the universe wouldn’t have it that way for poor Akaashi making him stay up late again. 

-Thunder rumbled from outside and he wondered whether or not you had taken your son to bed with you. 

-The four year old boy was terrified of storms from a young age, always looking for comfort in either you or Akaashi. 

-But ever since his sister was born he pulled away from you two, he didn’t ask for help anymore even when he needed it and he didn’t wake you up during the night when he had a nightmare.

-Akaashi was amazed to say the least. 

-Neither of you had said anything to him about how your attention would mostly be on the baby and you guys had never dismissed his needs because of your little girl. 

-It worried him how fast his son closed in on himself. 

-He was already a shy and quiet kid but now you barely heard his voice and it broke both of your hearts. 

-Akaashi was determined to help him get out of this phase and be by his side but this assignment took up more of his time than he would’ve liked. 

-Light danced across the room as the door slightly opened but no one stepped in. 

-Keiji was about to stand up when he heard little sniffles and the light pitter patter of feet on the carpet of his office. 

-And soon enough his son rounded the corner of his desk, one arm wiping away tears as the other clutched the stuffed owl his uncle Bokuto had bought him. 

-Without losing a beat Keiji pushed his chair back and brought him in his lap, giving a small apology to his boss before momentarily turning off both camera and mic. 

- “I’m sowwy.” 

- “Shh I’m here, nothing’s gonna hurt you.” 

-Giving him a kiss on each cheek Akaashi let him snuggle in his chest, a strong arm supporting the toddler while simultaneously making him feel safe and protected. 

- “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but could we end it here? My son had a nightmare and I want to calm him down.” 

- “Of course Akaashi-san, give my regards to the little man. Goodnight.” 

-And with that the meeting was over and Akaashi was left with a crying child in his arms. 

- “Hey hey, I told you that nothing’s going to hurt you while I’m here. Why don’t we go sleep with mommy hm?” 

- “I’m sowwy…”

-Akaashi kissed his head again bringing him into a tight hug as he got up from his seat. 

- “There is nothing to be sorry for now come on, mommy would want cuddles.” 

 Sakusa Kiyoomi

- “If we use the new quick that Atsumu and Hinata have been practicing then we would have the upper hand momentarily.”

-Kiyoomi let out a sigh as the meeting he had with the team would not seem to end. 

-They had been discussing tactics for the last hour and a half while the rest of the time they had been informed of the new managers they had been assigned. 

-Kiyoomi never expected to be in a zoom call while being an athlete.

-He thought that it would be useless. 

-What were they even gonna do while in the meeting? Practice? 

-But he was proven wrong once the coach called the first meeting and now Sakusa was ready to pull his hair out. 

-Thankfully he was just laying in bed so at least he was comfortable. 

-You had gone out for some much needed grocery shopping leaving Kiyoomi with his son, not wanting to take your child outside with the virus contaminating people left and right. 

-Sakusa loved spending time with his son. 

-He was a low maintenance child, just like he was when he was young, adopting the same hygiene patterns as his father even at the early age of two. 

-He had just started talking and you wouldn't stop having conversations with him, the baby only uttering a simply “dada” or “momma” or even maybe a “yes” or “no” if you were lucky. 

-It made you happy though, seeing your son slowly becoming more independent. 

-Sakusa was also happy but he was also reminded that he wouldn’t stay this young forever; before he knew it his son would be off to high school or college and he wouldn’t fit in his arms anymore. 

-Lost in thought Kiyoomi hadn’t seen the toddler make his way into the room until he felt the covers being pulled as he attempted to get on the bed *and failed bc he’s just too short*

-Letting out a chuckle Sakusa pushed his laptop to the side and leaned down to grab his son, who was now pouting an expression that was a little too similar to yours. 

- “Is that mini Sakusa I see?” 

-Kiyoomi ignored Atsumu as he settled his son on his lap letting the baby wave at the camera as his “uncles” waved back. 

- “Do you mind if he joins?” 

- “Of course not, every Sakusa is welcome.”

-Giving his son one last kiss on his head, Kiyoomi went back to listening to the boring tactics letting his son play with his fingers in the process. 

-Okay maybe it wasn’t that bad now 

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[espressokiri]

Class 1a with a wolf quirk reader that has to wear a muzzle

Class 1A x GN!Reader

In which Class 1A deals with a wolf quirk classmate wearing a muzzle

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff?

a/n: An interesting concept! (Flashbacks to Bakugou being unnecessarily muzzled during the sport festival arc) 

When Aizawa Shota had introduced their late coming classmate a week into the semester they didn’t expect a mutation type quirk reader with a muzzle strapped around their mouth. From the outside they looked like an adorable being with the fluffy ears and matching tail that was swishing in anticipation. 

(Y/n) was staring the class down, eyes landing on Shoji as they noticed his mouth being covered too. They felt a little less anxious knowing that they’re not the only one who kept covered.  “This is your classmate (Y/n) (L/n).” 

Bakugou snorted, “what’s with the muzzle, wolfie?”

“That’s not very manly, Bakugou.”

A growl reverberated around the classroom, the students hair stood at the back of their neck from the intensity of the sound. The glare (Y/n) was giving Bakugou made him shiver internally. Aizawa rolled his eyes and pulled out a set of keys from his drawer and dangled it, (Y/n) turned their glare at him before they stopped and whimpered when his eyes glowed and hair became afloat, intimidated by the tired man.

“Bakugou I would restrain from causing yourself any unnecessary injuries (Y/n) may cause. They’re still learning to control their predator instinct. When threatened they may attack.” 

“These keys are to unlock the muzzle during certain times or in case of emergency, the teachers will be given a key and one will be kept in this drawer.”

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“(Y/n) no!” 

Kirishima tackled them onto the floor as Monoma was cackling in the background. Monoma had somehow gotten his hands on a ball and interested the wolf into play time. The ball was thrown at an unsuspecting Present Mic who caught it and was about to be pounced on by (Y/n).

(Y/n) whimpered at the loss of playtime as Monoma was assigned detention for disrupting the halls. Kirishima was only glad he went out when he did to grab a drink from the vending machine during lunch time.

Their muzzle was always taken off during lunch, but under the supervision of their classmates or a teacher. In this case, class 1A, technically Denki and Sero, had taken their eyes off of (Y/n) for one second before Monoma swooped in and distracted them.

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Sero’s tape shot out and wrapped around (Y/n)’s mouth as their growling got louder and teeth were bared at Mineta who had messed with the girls of class 1A.  

(Y/n) had thought of the girls as part of their pack and was very protective of them. If only Mineta realized he would’ve been ripped to shreds if it weren’t for Sero who had also taped (Y/n)’s hands together to prevent their claws from reaching him.

Shoji and Sato took care of Mineta for (Y/n) and the girls, while Momo was patting (Y/n) on the top of their head as a praise. Mina hugged them from behind and Jirou was pinching their cheek and scolded them gently for losing control of their temper that fast and risking the trust of Aizawa on them.

“Okay, now that you calmed down. Let’s get this tape off before Aizawa sensei comes in and kills us all.” Denki said as his hand went up to the tape on their mouth and tugged. A whimper resonated the room and everyone felt their heartstrings tug, even Bakugou. “Sero why’s it stuck so hard man!” Denki exclaimed as he tried to gently pull it off, “I panicked!” Sero exclaimed.

“Just rip it off! (Y/n) don’t be a baby.” Bakugou rolled his eyes and pushed Denki aside to rip it off. A yelp escaped (Y/n)’s mouth as it was finally ripped off and they scurried to Uraraka for comfort as their mouth was in pain. Uraraka ran her hands on their head to comfort them but she knew it wouldn’t last as their hands were still bound. 

“Bakugou, you’re heartless.” Denki claimed, a hand on his heart as his friend held a smirk at the whimpering classmate of theirs.

“I can attempt to burn off the tape on the hands, it’ll be less dangerous than it would have been if it was your face.” Todoroki offered and (Y/n) gave their bound hands to him in an instant. The tape was burnt off with only a few singes on the wrist, definitely less painful than ripping them off. 

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Tokoyami was nervous of the wolf classmate. He never knew if he was a prey of theirs, Dark Shadow seemed to be in hiding every time the wolf would be near them. The lingering gaze they would send him would always bring shivers up his spine.

Today was worse. (Y/n) kept glancing at Tokoyami and their tail kept wagging as they eyed him. Was today going to be his last day? Perhaps he would stick with Shoji for protection in case (Y/n) does plan something.

The thought was kept at the back of his mind until he forgot he was supposed to be on guard as he lost himself into the pages of the book he was reading by a tree during lunch break. He had already indulged himself in food and decided to refresh his mind before the next classes began. 

He only glanced up for a second when a shadow covered him and was petrified as he saw (Y/n) towering above his seated position. “H-hello, (Y/n).” Tokoyami cleared his throat, eyes glancing around his environment in hopes to find a fellow classmate.

(Y/n) took his greeting and sat across him, “hello!” Their tail wagging happily and sharp teeth shown as they grinned. Tokoyami exhaled in slight relief that they hadn’t attacked, perhaps they were playing around with him?

An uncomfortable silence passed the two and (Y/n) fiddled with their thumbs before reaching into their blazer pocket. “Um, I thought we can be friends?” They presented a Rose Quarts stone in its raw farm, it was a medium sized stone that twinkled in the sunlight. “Rose Quartz for friendship! Close friendship! I think of you as part of my pack, so family!” (Y/n) stumbled over their words as Tokoyami gently took the stone from their hands.

“That is a nice gesture (Y/n). I’m honoured that you think of me as part of your pack.” Tokoyami felt relieved and the gesture touched his heart, non of his friends had presented him with a precious gift such as this. 

(Y/n) grinned and tackled him into a hug. They were happy that U.A. was not a terrible experience compared to their middle school, and they couldn’t wait to make more memories.

[punkpresentmic]

Was working through some writer's block, got a prompt from @queen-bubblegumthot to do something for an au of ours, wrote a songfic. bon appetit.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Yamada Hizashi & Kayama Nemuri, Yamada Hizashi & Kayama Nemuri & Aizawa Shouta

Song: So What by P!nk

Summary: They all deal with Oboro's death in different ways. After graduation, Shouta throws himself into hero work and isolates himself from his friends. Hizashi tries to use music as an outlet and puts together a band. Shouta leaving him alone hits Hizashi a little harder at his show tonight, but luckily Nemuri is there to help pick him back up when he falls apart.

Word count: 1818

Mic admittedly might have gone a little hard on the sour apple schnapps. He didn’t think anything of it as he strutted back onstage to the sweet, sweet validation of applause and wolf whistles for the costume change. He’d be wrapping up this set with a little less covered skin and a lot more leather. The lights in the bar were hot, whiting out anyone but him and his band for the night. No one but him, three virtual strangers on guitar, bass, and drums, and an invisible audience to perform for.

Just as he liked it! The Present Mic brain reminded him as he grinned and struck a pose. The guitar kicked in after a count of 3, and, oh, Present Mic was going to KILL this! These lyrics were perfect for channeling some bona-fide, organic, free-range feels, which was exactly why he'd chosen the song—not that he was still hung up on Shouta abandoning him or anything. That was old news.

The song started off strong—all sexy, powerful, vengeance, baby! It was all too easy to get into it, to fall right into the mindset of giving the absolute biggest middle finger to that asshole for up and leaving when Hizashi needed his friend the most. It was like the anger he’d been shoving down finally found somewhere to go and it all came rushing out with some sick guitar riffs behind him to back it up. His heart and blood and being pounded with it, volume increasing as he lost himself to it—

—And he should have never cracked the lid off that big simmering pot of nope. Because too soon he had to breathe, and too soon he had to slow down, and the words of the bridge were a bit too good at picking at not-so-old, never-quite-healed wounds: “You weren’t there. You never were. You want it all, but that’s not fair. I gave you life, I gave my all, you weren’t there. You let me fall.”

The first tear hit the hand gripping the microphone, hotter than the lights that were all of a sudden way too bright. Even a high kick with his new boots didn’t stop the rest of the tears flowing once they’d gotten going and he knew his eyeliner was running but he had to finish the song. He could do this, he was fine, he would show Shouta, he would show them all, and they would love him, even if Shouta had never been to one of his shows, even if he hadn’t said a word to him in months—

—The song didn’t originally end with a throaty yell, but it did that night, in Hizashi’s version, with dark circles of tears and eyeliner dripping onto the stage.

Silence fell around him, complete and terrifying.

And then the crowd erupted into cheers and shouts. “Present Mic, everybody!” the announcer crowed. “What a performance! Show this guy some love!”

He tried to bask in it—this ultimate ‘fuck you’ to Shouta: that he was doing great for himself, without him. But all of it had taken second stage to his own labored, shaking breathing. The lights were too hot, too bright, and they’d all see soon. They’d see through him and know the truth. They’d know exactly how he was really doing.

A sob threatened in the back of his throat as his grin strained and he hurriedly wiped the tears—no doubt only smearing eyeliner across his face instead of actually doing anything to improve how it looked. He threw up some double peace signs and skipped down the steps to the remainder of the claps, moving backstage as fast as he could so they wouldn’t see, wouldn’t know.

The venues he played weren’t big or official enough to have dressing rooms or anything—there was barely a backstage—so he soon found himself taking some breaths alone in a maintenance closet because the back hallways were too full of patrons and their sideways glances and—

—Light flooded into the closet. He turned away from it, trying to cover how he’d been crying. “Hey, uh, don’t mind me—was just going to get changed and head home. No dressing room, y’know, haha.”

“Oh, Hizashi.”

The smile that he’d been in the process of reconstructing trembled dangerously at Nemuri’s voice. He didn’t turn to face her. Couldn’t. If he so much as took a breath it would undoubtedly give away how he'd been sniveling back here. He knew she already understood more than he’d like, though. She always did.

Nemuri put two hands on his shoulders, turned him slightly toward her. He didn’t really have it in him to resist but tried to keep his head turned away anyway. He hated how her shoulders slumped when she saw the tears. That wasn’t what he was supposed to be about—he was Present Mic, for god’s sake! Present Mic didn’t run offstage to break down in a supply closet about something that happened ages ago. Present Mic didn’t make his friends sad.

He didn’t know what he looked like—with tears, smeared and streaking eyeliner, and half a grin—but if her pursed lips meant anything, it must not have been, as the kids say, ‘good.’ “Heya, Nem,” he tried anyway.

She reached out her hand to him. “C’mon. I’m taking you home. Back to mine.”

“Ooh, a slumber party, eh?! Are we going to talk about boys? Do each other’s nails?”

She pushed him out the nearest exit. “Something like that.”

They drove in silence back to her apartment; he let her lead him up the stairs. “I think I just drank a little too much,” he croaked out eventually. He cleared his throat. “Really, don’t worry about it.”

She grunted, locked the door behind him, grabbed his wrist, and sat him down on her couch. She left him alone, the light from her bathroom flicking on. He pulled his heavy platform boots from his aching feet, fell back into the cushions. A minute later, Nem returned with a package of makeup wipes and sat at his side.

They didn’t speak. There was no need for words between them. As infuriating as it often was that she never failed to get him whether he wanted her to or not… It was also something he loved a lot about Nemuri.

Nah, she didn’t say anything as she gently wiped the tracks of eyeliner from his face. He didn’t have a thing to add either. Not a joke in the world that could cover this one up. Just for the moment, he let his eyes fall closed, let his friend take care of him, and let himself simply be Hizashi. Hizashi was a scary thing to be. Hizashi had endless unresolved issues and feelings and hurts. Mic didn’t. Mic was unshakable, invincible.

Hizashi wasn’t.

Nemuri set the wipes down, turning his face side-to-side with a hand to assure she’d gotten all of it. Satisfied, she squished his cheeks in her hand, drawing a watery but genuine smile out of him that she returned before pulling him into a tight hug.

Hizashi told himself he wasn’t going to cry on her shoulder and gave it a truly valiant effort—he really did—but man, those apple schnapps and old wounds were not a good combination for him. She only held him tighter, stroking the back of his hair without mind of the hairspray and gel.

“Sorry,” he tried. “Just feeling it tonight, y’know?”

“That’s what I’m here for, babe. Don’t apologize.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, small and broken with hiccups as it was. “Speaking of things you're good at—you sedating me doesn’t sound half-bad.”

“Ooh, slow down there, tiger. Buy me dinner first.”

Hizashi broke into giggles against her, squeezing her tight even as more tears slipped from his eyes. “I hate you.”

“Aww, Hizashi, you don’t mean it!” she crooned, one arm trapping him against her shoulder while the other quite thoroughly noogied him out of his hairdo as he struggled.

His hands flew to his hair once she finally released him. “Foul witch—you’ve spoiled my luxurious mane!”

She batted her eyelashes innocently. “I was merely defending my honor, good sir.”

He slumped, resting against her shoulder and looking up at her with no-doubt bloodshot puppy-dog eyes. “I think I’ve said enough stupid things for the night. Will you knock me out if I ask nicely?”

She rolled her eyes.

“I could beg.”

Nemuri thumped him on the forehead. “Have you not been sleeping well again?”

“Not really,” he admitted. “And—more stupid things incoming here—but I think tonight was probably just the culmination of… a lot of that. So thanks. For bringing me here.”

She sighed, leaning against him too. They were both quiet a long moment. “I think I’m going to kill him.”

Hizashi bit the inside of his cheek, too tired to have an ounce of anger left in him. “Nem, he’s not dealing well—”

“—Please don’t defend him,” she said, too quickly. “None of us are. He doesn’t get to leave like that.”

It shut him up. He slouched in his skin, in the heavy meat suit some people knew as Hizashi Yamada and more knew as Present Mic. Nemuri stared pointedly ahead, jaw set. Hizashi put his hand over hers. “So…” he said, “So what? You’re still a rockstar. You’ve got your rock moves. We don’t need him. And guess what? We’re having more fun. And now that we’re done, you’re gonna show him tonight that you’re alright. You’re just fine. And he’s a tool.”

“Hizashi are you quoting fucking Pink at me?”

“Nemuri did you even watch my show? Of course I’m quoting Pink at you. Kind of, anyway.” She thumped him again, but her heart wasn’t in it. And he’d gotten her smiling again, which was all he could ask for. He sighed after the silence settled comfortably, because something was still nagging at the back of his mind. “I’m not mad at him,” he told the ceiling, if only to say it out loud. “I don’t know why.”

“I’m not either,” she admitted. “I don’t think, anyway. I might still kill him, though. For the principle of it all.”

They snickered like assholes together.

“It’s all a little fucked up, isn’t it?” Hizashi sighed.

Nemuri hummed her agreement. “Do you still want me to put you to sleep? If it’ll help…”

“Nah. Don’t worry about it.” She gave him a questioning glance. “Look, I know you can’t use your power on yourself. Why don’t we just get through tonight together, yeah?”

She blew a raspberry—probably for the principle of it all—but didn’t say anything in protest. “Fucked up is right.” She stretched, exhaustion in the movement. “Well, sunshine. I’m not tired. Any ideas?”

Hizashi grunted. “... Got any sour apple schnapps by chance?”

“Absolutely not.”

[in-tua-deep]

Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny

[cityofdreams-writing]

Gaming with A Bratty Boyfriend

Type: One-shot

Rating: E

Pairing: Dom!Taehyung x Sub!Jungkook

Word Count: 1k (I got carried away-)

Genre: Smut. A lot of it.

Warnings: Lots of filth! Swearing as well! Dom/Sub and Boy/Girl dynamics, Daddy kink, ass slapping.

Author: @cityofdreams-writing

Description: Based on this prompt!

Notes: Oh my God, this was hella fun to write, and this is a birthday gift for @il0veyoujk, my baby, I love you so much. Hell, I was scrolling through Tumblr when I found it and I'm like, "I fucking have to write this with Tae and JK!" Anyway, enjoy the product of my horny mind-

Soundtrack: None

Taehyung was having a go at Overwatch on Jungkook's console. He wasn't doing very good, but here he was. Jungkook was on top of him, cockwarming him with his ass (of course).

The controls clicked rapidly as Tae tried to save himself from losing.

The screen flashed red, signifying that he lost.

"FUCK!" Tae yelled out his anger at losing for the third time and slammed upwards into Jungkook.

Jungkook nearly keened from the pleasure because Tae's cock was aimed right at his prostate. "Ah fuck, it feels so good..." He thought as he moaned out loudly. Tae's group of friends, who were playing with him, heard a muffled whine.

"Dude, is someone with you?" Namjoon snickered.

"Who's riding you? Can they talk? Or are you fucking them silly again?" Jimin laughed.

"It sounds like a guy this time!" Yoongi gasped.

Tae muted his mic, leaned in close to Kook's ear and growled lowly.

"Naughty boy. All of my friends could hear you, you whore. Keep it down. Otherwise I will punish you."

He couldn't help but shiver at those words.

Jungkook wanted to be punished, in all honesty. He wanted to push his dom's limits and see how far he could go before he snapped.

Well, good news for him.

Tae wasn't far off.

Both from how frustrated he was with the game, and how his boyfriend was acting like such a fucking slut.

Well, he didn't mind the second one as much...he was used to it. Jungkook always had his ways of riling him up.

So he was cockwarming him for his "punishment".

He turned his mic back on and continued playing Overwatch with his friends.

Jungkook slowly started moving on Tae's dick, looking to see if the other man noticed yet.

He finally noticed, throwing his head back with a tiny groan of pleasure. Not one person said anything, mainly because they didn't hear it.

Okay, now he was getting it.

He put the controller aside and said good bye to his friends, making up some half-assed excuse about having to go do some stuff.

"What kind of stuff, Tae? Hm?" Namjoon barely held in a snooty laugh, the last voice in his head before he cut off the call with a sigh of frustration.

He tossed the headset and controller aside, turning the console and TV off.

"Get off of me." Taehyung's voice broke the silence.

"Wha-"

"GET. OFF." His voice had taken on a more dominant, harsh edge. The kind of voice that suggested that you do what he said.

He got off, pouting and mentally whining at the loss of the big cock in him.

The older crawled over the younger and started kissing him, grinding slowly and sensually in his lap, placing light brushes of kisses over his neck.

God, he was such a tease...

"Ass up, right now, baby boy." Oh fuck. Jungkook dutifully obeyed and laid on the bed on his tummy.

He growled animalistically in his ear. "Good boy."

He slapped the ass presented to him, spanking it harshly and watching hungrily as it bounced deliciously in front of him.

Such a fucking pain slut.

Jungkook whined and Taehyung almost laughed at how needy he was. "Aww, such a needy slut...you gonna take daddy's cock like this, hm? Or is it too big for princess's tight little cunt?" He cooed in his ear with his deep voice, kissing it and smirking as he saw Kookie throw his head back.

Those words almost made Jungkook cum right then and there, and that would have been pretty damn pathetic...

You see, the younger had a thing for being called princess and boy/girl shit.

So having his hole referred to as a cunt, almost made him cum untouched.

"F-fuck..." Was the only thing he could whimper out.

Taehyung slapped his ass harshly. "Answer me properly, baby boy."

Jungkook sniffled out a "I can take daddy's cock" as he whined.

Taehyung smirked. Only he could get his baby boy like this.

He put lube on Jungkook's exposed hole, loving how he shivered and gasped at the cold feeling, his nipples hardening and just waiting to be touched.

The cold, slick fluid slid down his thighs messily, making him squeak with anticipation.

Taehyung smiled soothingly. "Shh, don't worry baby, I'll take care of you tonight."

He did have a surprise in mind though, one that he knew that Jungkook would love.

Jungkook let a small smile tug on his lips, his eyes still tear-stained. Taehyung gently brushed them away, cradling his cheek in a gesture of love and affection.

"My beautiful baby boy..." His voice was soft and gentle, admiring the boy in front of him. His handsome boyfriend.

He traced his features, his thumb stopping to rest over Jungkook’s mole under his plump bottom lip.

His other hand rubbed his thigh soothingly, tracing his hard length.

He loved how Jungkook jolted under his touch, moaning softly when he traced the big veins on his cock.

He moaned a little louder out of sensitivity when Taehyung's long finger dug into his slit.

He kissed the other boy's flushed, exposed skin, listening to how his heart sped up under his touch.

All they could hear was their hearts, beating in unison, and Jungkook's soft breaths and moans under Taehyung's lips and touch.

He kissed his nipples, swirling his tongue around one, his fingers playing with the other. The older smiled against his skin as he heard the younger's gentle moans.

"Shh, baby boy....enjoying yourself, eh? You want the neighbors to hear that you belong to daddy?" Taehyung smirked as Jungkook moaned at the thought.

"F-fuck!" Jungkook stuttered as he was lifted on top of Tae’s naked cock, letting him gently mold his lips to the other boy's.

Taehyung bit down on Jungkook's lip softly, drawing a gasp from him.

He smiled warmly, inviting him to ride his cock.

The pale boy moaned as he sank down fully on the big cock presented to him.

He started moving, his hips moving in rhythmic circles as he moaned and licked into Taehyung's mouth.

He buried his face into Taehyung's honey-colored skin, muffling his loud whines and whimpers.

His hips started to stutter. "Fuck, I’m close Tae..."

Taehyung pulled right off, leaving Jungkook whining at the loss of his approaching high.

The older boy smirked at the feigned terror in the younger's eyes, flicking his eyes down to his cock, which twitched at the prospect.

It was going to be a long night.