#sparkly wings cause i think it fits him :3

[guruiikeek]

Doodles from last night + today lol🗣️

[cc-writesfor2dcharacters]

Hi how are you doing? Can I request Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki, Gojo and Nanami ( if it's too much you can reduce to whatever boys you prefer ) reacting to their ( gender-neutral or a female ) s/o's cursed techniques similar to magical girl. Like they need to transform, their attack are very cutesy, and etc. Sorry and it's okay if you can't do it or my request is confusing.

A/N: Sure! This one was kinda challenging to write since I haven't watched any magical girl anime for so long and it was hard to describe how will they transform. But, I hope you enjoy and like this one! <33 Cheers to my first request!!!

Here are the JJK boys reacting to their S/O who has a cursed technique similar to a magical girl:

Itadori Yuji

Oh, this boy was in awe, I swear. He literally had heart eyes when he first saw your technique. He stood there, frozen, as he watched you transform into like a goddess he usually sees in fantasy comics and anime he watches. The necklace you have is the one that activates your technique. After he blinked, you were already in this pretty ballerina form and you were glowing like a real goddess. You approached the cursed spirit as fast as you could so you could get momentum. You channeled your cursed energy into your right foot and kicked the cursed spirit, causing it to fly away due to the heavy impact of both your cursed energy and the technique. And, when you blew a kiss to that grade 1 cursed spirit, bubbles were sent throughout the area. Yuji gasped in admiration for you. He thought, “How could someone as cute as Y/N be this strong?” as your bubbles trapped the grade 1 cursed spirit. Yuji forgot that you guys were fighting two grade 1 cursed spirits. And, the one he was supposed to beat attacked him from behind. He had let his guard down and was on the defense side as he was avoiding the cursed spirit’s attack. But, he was still checking out on you, and he pouted thinking how that costume is actually not fit for fighting. Sukuna had to eventually wake Yuji up from his daydream. “Brat! Stop looking at your girl’s ass and focus. If you die, I die.” But, when he was about to finish that cursed spirit off, you already did the work for him. He was trying to cheer you up since your technique wears off the energy in your body. So, you were immediately exhausted after that fight. On the train, as you were sleeping on his shoulder, he took your hand and compared it to his. He caressed your hair and kissed your forehead. He whispered to you, “Oh, Y/N, your technique made me realized I should be more protective around you. You’re still fragile, but I’ll be here for you every step of the way.” And Sukuna had to interrupt his moment and laughed, “Brat, it’s a matter of time until that girl surpasses you. She’s hot and will become stronger. Ha! Never seen that technique in my years. So, watch out for your girl.” Yuji had to slap the side of his face to make him shut up. Every now and then, when you two have a mission, he secretly wishes you’ll activate your technique. But, you learned your lesson not to since he gets distracted.

Fushiguro Megumi

You were aware that Megumi wanted to see you transform and use your technique when you heard Nobara talk about how cool you looked. So, that’s why on your mission, he asked if you could bring your sword since you two will be fighting plenty of low-grade cursed spirits. He said he wanted to finish the mission as soon as he could, but he just wanted to see what Nobara saw. When you two got to the place, you two were not aware that a grade 1 cursed spirit would be here. He released his Nue to fend off the lower grade cursed spirits. You knew you two were in trouble, that’s why, you did the stance to activate your technique, your katana in front of your face as you held it tightly, and a strong wind blew throughout the area causing the grade 1 cursed spirit to be pushed back a little. As soon as Megumi’s attention turned to you, his eyes widened to see you with wings, and your skirt became shorter. You knew where he was looking, and this boy forgot about the shikigami he released. He wants this to be finished now, so you did it for him. You ran to the cursed spirit, and with your katana bursting with cursed energy alongside the wind you collected, you easily took off the cursed spirit’s head, causing it to disintegrate into thin air. When you came down from the air, you didn’t know what was going on in his head. “An angel.” You gulped as you heard those words from him. He didn’t realize that he said his thoughts out loud, so he felt kind of shy at the moment. It was loud enough for you to hear, causing you to blush. You helped him get up from the ground and he wiped off his butt. “Thank you for saving me, Y/N. I-I was distracted.” He shyly looked away from you, as a blush crept on his face. “Come on, I’ve been wanting to take you out on a date that’s why I wanted to finish this quickly.” All of a sudden, he grabbed your hand as you started to walk off. He’s a man of few words and wasn’t a fan of PDA. But, he’s been like this ever since he saw your technique. He told you that he was both terrified and in love with you. And, that’s probably one of the best compliments you’ve gotten from him so far.

Inumaki Toge

He was assigned to accompany you on your promotion mission. He knew about the technique you have, which is why you were recommended by Mei-Mei to become a grade 2 sorcerer. He wished you good luck by giving you a thumbs up and a light pat on the head. It was his way of telling you that he’ll be looking out for you in case you struggle. The cursed spirit was fast, and you could feel its bloodlust. You didn’t hesitate to activate your technique. It was rushing towards you, so you immediately took out the device you use in order to activate my technique. You imbued the device with a fair amount of cursed energy, enough to defeat this cursed spirit. It was taking its time to activate, and you caught a glimpse of Inumaki unzipping the zipper that covered his mouth. But, you wanted to prove to him that you’re worthy to be a grade 2 sorcerer. And, right in time, the device sent a blinding light causing both Inumaki and the cursed spirit to flinch. You were transformed with fairy wings, and a sparkly dress. He accidentally said, “Wow.” and he was caught off guard. Your eyes widened in surprise to hear him use his voice not for techniques or for his safe words. He alerted you and screamed, “Behind you!” You pointed the light to the cursed spirit, red lights in the form of little hearts came out. The light pierced the cursed spirit’s body with small holes. To finish it off, you slowly flapped your wings to send off beautiful but poisonous dust. And, the cursed energy within you bursts even more as the cursed spirit still wouldn’t die. When you eventually finished it off, you fell to the ground, breathless. You’ve never wasted your cursed energy that much before. It’s just that a part of you wanted to prove to your boyfriend that you can be relied on. He ran towards you and cupped your face. Using his free hand, he did a sign language which translated into You did really well, Y/N. I’m proud of you, remember that. You’re so strong and beautiful. I love you. Tears almost fell out of your eyes as he appreciated you. You hugged him and he hugged you back even tighter. He noticed that your wings were starting to fade and accidentally spoke again and said, “No!” He adorably pouted at you, and you comforted him. “You really liked my technique, huh? Even if I wanted to show you, it might hurt you.” He did another sign language which translated to You were so cute. I just want to wrap you in my arms. You smiled so widely and stood up. You helped him get up, “Then let’s go back and cuddle.” He has never been that excited before.

Gojo Satoru

He was being a little bit of an asshole to you when he found out about your technique. Being born from a family of sorcerers, who secluded themselves from the jujutsu world, he instantly fell in love with you when you two first met. And he was the first one outside of your family to know of your technique. But, the two of you are in for a mission, well it was a solo mission for you, but he tagged along just to see you use your technique over and over again. There have been numerous grade 3 and 4 cursed spirits running around. When you two arrived at the place, you were both shocked to see almost 50 of them, who varied in size, speed, and strength. You were a little scared, and when you were about to back down, Gojo held your back to stop you from going backward and said, “Show me that technique as beautiful as you.” You don’t know what he did to you, but you immediately obeyed. That’s when he stepped back and put his hands in his pocket. He even sat down and had his chin resting on his palm as he watched you. It’s always fun for him to see you and your technique, it was like a show. You snapped your fingers two times to make you transform. Darkness started to envelop the sky, and you knew so well that Gojo is smirking as he will see you in a cute short skirt, and a golden corset. When the darkness faded, you raised your hand like you were pointing a gun in the sky. That’s when you sent lightning on every cursed spirit there was, and electrocuted them. He started to activate his infinity so your lightning wouldn't affect him. His jaw dropped (the picture is the reference) as he stared at you and watched the cursed spirit struggle from your lightning. This is always a pleasant sight for Gojo to watch. There were no people other than him who pointed their hands like a gun to use their technique. It fascinates him and makes him love you even more. It ended sooner than you expected. You were about to remove your technique and Gojo stopped you. “No can do, baby girl. You finished your mission in the blink of an eye, and I haven’t fully enjoyed you in this cute get-up.” He whined as he nuzzled his face into your neck. “You’re always so cool to watch.” He complimented you. It was rare to hear that coming from the "Strongest". But, with you he will shower you with every compliment there is in the world. The reason for that is to see you smile, and well, to persuade you to use your technique later so he could fanboy on his own girlfriend.

Nanami Kento

He was always calm and collected, but he couldn't stop thinking about the first time he saw you use your technique. When you transformed into somewhat of a cat, with cat ears and tail, and you were sparkling like the stars. He thought that you were the cutest human being there is to exist. That technique gives you speed and great mobility. Your nails become like claws and it can rip apart a cursed spirit in an instant. Like Yuji, he was in awe but was still aware of other lower grade cursed spirits lingering around the vicinity. He killed all the cursed spirits so easily just to check if you were still in your cat form. Lucky for him, he saw you scratched the grade 2 cursed spirit from its head all the way to its feet. You perfectly controlled your cursed energy, and the big cursed spirit was killed in an instant. He thought, "Y/N's so cute but that technique's dangerous." He noticed that you were limping a little bit, but that was when you sprained your ankle from jumping too high. He thought it was a casualty from your technique, and that made him worry about you. "Next time don't use your technique, love. It hurts you." He said with his tone filled with worry for you. You laughed at him and replied, "Kento, I jumped too high and landed badly. So, it was my fault, not my technique." He fixed his glasses as he looked away from you. He was trying to hide as you noticed that he blushed a little. "I see. Then, can you use that again so I can see?" He shyly asked and that made you laugh even more. "And why do you want to see it?" You mischievously smiled at him as you crossed your arms. "Because it was cute. But, you're beautiful even in your human form." He flatly answered, but the blush on his face didn't fade. "You're cute when you're flustered like this." You spent the night teasing him about what happened. And, starting from that day, he always argues with Gojo to have him go with you on your mission. He just makes the "It's too dangerous for her" excuse. But, Gojo knows how cute you really are when using that technique, and Kento's just being a protective boyfriend. Up to this day, he won’t admit how he falls in love with you, even more, when he sees you transform.

[neoneversleeps]

"nice costume." | m.l

pairing: spidey!mark lee x reader

genre: fluff, first meeting, spiderman!au

warnings: cuss words

words: 1.2k

description:

It's Halloween night and you stumble upon a young man in an alleyway whose Spiderman costume looks strikingly like the real thing.

notes:

this is dedicated to my favorite mark stan, kahlia, who came up with this idea. love you bebe and I hope you enjoy !! <3

You fiddle slightly with the hem of your white skirt, pulling it down to cover more of your legs to shield yourself from the cold breeze of the night. You stand outside a club, dressed to the nines in a, admittedly, very cute angel costume, complete with fluffy wings and a sparkly Halo headband. The sign above the club entrance reads "Trick or Treat" in bloody font, faces of vampires and werewolves decorating the sides. You shift around slightly, heels slowly getting uncomfortable. The glittery pumps were cute as shit, but they were definitely not built to be used for more than a few hours. 

"Oh my God, how much longer do we have to wait?" You sigh exasperatedly, voice bordering on a whine as you lean part of your weight on to your friend. 

"I don't know, okay? I told you the club would be bursting out the seams with people. It's Halloween night, for Christ's Sake." 

You scoff at your friend. "Excuse me but I wasn't the one who insisted on coming, or on wearing these extremely uncomfortable shoes." Your friend counters your pointed look with a roll of her eyes. 

"Just go sit down somewhere then, I'll keep our place in line." Her suggestion makes you brighten up slightly, giving her a quick squeeze which she waves off before stepping out of the seemingly never ending string of people. There aren't really any tables or chairs around, so you settle for sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. After somewhat awkwardly trying to sit down in the perfect position, you get (more or less) comfortable and pull out your phone. 

You mindlessly scroll through Instagram for a while, refreshing the page again and again before eventually there's nothing left to see. Your eyes glance back towards the people lining up and you spot your friend. She's currently talking to quite the handsome count Dracula, laughing as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ears. You meet her gaze and raise your eyebrows at her to which she responds with a smile and a shrug. You end up sending her a smile of your own and a raised thumbs up before averting your eyes. 

With nothing else to do, you observe your surroundings, taking in all the creative, or not so creative, costumes the crowd before you wears. A sudden flash of movement in the alley beside the club catches in the corner of your eye. You look over, noticing some sort of motion in the shadows. 

You know you probably shouldn't wander off into an unknown alley on your own, especially not in heels, but curiosity wins over the racional side of your brain and you head down the slender street. You can kind of make out two vague figures, but it's hard for your eyes to adjust to the dark. You move even closer, heart only slightly beating out of your chest. Now, you can make out the shape of a man, but it's only one. 

A light flickers on above you, startling both you and the other person in the alley. You blink against the brightness a few times before your eyes refocus. 

The man who stands before you is young, probably around your age. His black hair falls in slight waves against his forehead, casting shadowy shapes on the features of his face. Your eyes trail down his body, not failing to notice the way the tight suit he wore made his finely shaped muscles stand out. 

Realizing you probably shouldn't be staring at this stranger's body, your eyes snap back up to his face. Only now do you see he looks like a deer caught in headlights, big doe eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. 

"Uh, hey." You greet with a small wave, not really knowing how start a conversation with the very attractive stranger you just stumbled upon in an alley behind a club. He clears his throat and shakes his head a little, curls bouncing cutely on his head. 

"Hey…" 

An awkward pause. 

"Um, nice costume. Most spidermen I've seen tonight can't really get the suit right." You mentally facepalm, already willing the ground beneath your feet to open up and swallow you whole.  You didnt think you could make thins any more awkward, but there you go, complimenting a complete stranger you just met in an alleyway, of all places, on how good his spiderman costume was. 

The stranger tilts his head in confusion, before a look of realization spreads across his face. A chuckle leaves his lips, which ends up turning into a full bout of laughter, his eyes crinkling up and his defined cheekbones rising with his upwards turn of his mouth. The sound sends jolts down your spine, and the look of his smile has you smiling in return, even if you have no clue whatsoever why he's laughing. 

"Ah, thank you." He responds after his small fit of laughter, smile still plastered on his face. It makes him look even younger. "Your costume's pretty neat too." His eyes trail over your figure briefly while he talks, and you can't help the colour that rises to your cheeks. 

"Are you… headed to the party?" You tilt your head towards the way you came. The boy shakes his head. 

"N- no. I was actually just leaving. I have an important um- lecture- in the morning." He fumbles out half-heartedly, scratching at the back of his neck almost nervously.

His words cause a small feeling of disappointment to settle in your stomach. It's silly, really, since you don't even know his name, but you can't help it. 

"Oh."Your gaze flicks down briefly to your shoes before you look at him again. "Well, can I know your name at least?" 

The young man smiles. It's a smaller smile this time, softer. "Mark. Mark Lee." 

Mark Lee. You like the name. It's cute, and it definitely fits him. 

"Y/n Y/l/n. It's nice to meet you, Mark." You grin at him, an almost giddy feeling on your stomach. 

"Likewise." Mark's expression morphs into a frown then and his eyes flit around before focusing back on you. "Listen, Y/n, I really gotta go. But it was really nice meeting you." He stumbles out quickly as he shoots an apologetic smile your way. "See you again, sometime?" He asks then, lopsided grin on his face.

"S-sure." You stutter before looking around awkwardly. "Um, but how?" 

Mark only chuckles, already starting to jog backwards. "Don't worry! I'll find you!" 

You shake your head in disbelief,  a small laugh escaping your throat at the boy’s weird antics. Turning on your heel, you start walking back to the club when you hear Mark's shout of your name. You whip your head back around. 

"Oh and Y/n? Please try and stay out of dark alleyways from now on?" 

You laugh. "Sir, yes sir!" You shout back, saluting Mark who smiles back at you. Even from a distance you can see the way it lights up his entire face. 

You turn around again, heels clacking as you resume your walk back to the club. You pause at the end of the alley, however, to throw one last glance over your shoulder.

There, at the other end of the alleyway, you see Mark pulling the mask over his head, adjusting it slightly. Then he puts one hand forward, wrist facing upwards. You brows furrow at the action before you see a string of web shoot out from his wrist, attaching itself to the building nearest to him. 

You're left watching in awe then, as Mark lifts himself off the ground effortlessly, the string pulling him up before it detaches and he shoots out another, effectively swinging out of your field of view. 

You stand there, mouth open in shock.

No wonder his costume was so good. 

this drabble is part of Lilac’s Halloween Spooky Special ♡

[broadwaycantdie]

Drag Race! - Newsies (Pride) Month . Day 13

( buttons ) + ( drag queens )

a/n: i had this idea a while ago but i didn’t know how to do it so let’s see how it goes // also FUCK i love drag race

warnings: none

background: A few of the newsies LOVE Rupaul’s Drag Race. They’ve seen every season and rewatch old seasons when waiting for new episodes. Buttons has never seen the show despite his friends asking him to. He finally sits down with them to watch a previous season of their choice and begins to learn what it’s all about. The boys realize something they never have before and decide to run with it.

( this story only really works if you picture Damon J. Gillespie’s version of Buttons btw )

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“Buttons! We’re gonna rewatch a season. You wanna watch finally? This one’s a good one, trust me.”

“Hmm...okay why not. But if it’s not good you owe me.”

“And if you like it, you owe us.”

Race slid over and made room for Buttons on the already full couch.

“I didn’t know all you guys liked Drag Race”, Buttons asked semi-shocked.

“Of course! You’ve never seen a competition like this, B, trust me. It’s got it all! Drama, beauty, friendship, iconic quotes, fights...man you don’t know what you’re missing!” Mush called out from the armchair.

“Well stop telling me and put it on so I can see for myself!” Buttons replied, ready to see what all the hype was about.

Race turned on the TV and opened up his purchased shows. He bought every season, no matter what.

“This is the best All Stars season”, he said, hovering the section over All Stars 3.

“Uh? Race?” Davey called out from the opposite armchair of Mush.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you mean All Stars 2 is the best?”

“No? What are you on, Dave? Crack!?”

“Are you? Clearly All Stars 2 is the best!”

Buttons could see how serious the boys were about their show.

“Okay, okay, okay. Let’s settle this”, Davey said, getting up from his chair, “Raise your hand if you think All Stars 2 is the best.”

Davey, Jack, Mush, Kid Blink, Albert, Specs, Tommy Boy, and Jojo all raised their hands.

“Guys!” Race yelled, distressed.

“Alright hold up. Now raise your hand for season 3.”

Race’s hand shot up, along with Kenny, Smalls, Romeo, Elmer, and Henry.

“Thank you guys! At least I know a few of you have taste.”

“Crutchie, why didn’t you raise your hand?” Davey asked.

“Cause I like All Stars 1”, he replied.

Both Davey and Race stopped to look at him and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Who likes season 1?” Race joked.

“I do! I love Jujubee okay! She was robbed!”, he retorted defensively.

“You think everyone was robbed”, Jack butted in.

Buttons just sat and listened, more confused than ever.

There was a pause and then Race couldn’t help but speak back up.

“But like, tell me, how, HOW is season 2 better than season 3?” Race argued.

“Do you want it in a list or a paragraph cause we’re gonna be here for a while”, Albert quickly snapped back.

“List them off, let’s see what you got, Dasilva!”

“Bet! Hmm, where to start...” Albert began sarcastically, “Oh yeah! KATYA! ALASKA! ALYSSA! PHI PHI! ADORE! Must I continue?”

“Be my guest.”

“The entirety of ‘Read U Wrote U’—“

“Even Roxxy’s verse?” Race butted in.

“We don’t talk about that one and you know that”, Albert said very quickly and even more defensive than before.

“Alright, alright! Well based off majority, All Stars season 2 is the best”, Davey spoke up, trying to regain order.

“Well based off who bought every season, All Stars 3 is the best and that’s what we’re watching so sit down or don’t”, Race ended, pouting like a child having a tantrum.

“So are we watching the best one or Race’s favorite?” Buttons spoke up, still confused on what just happened.

At the same time Race said “the best” and Albert said “Race’s favorite”.

They looked at each other with angry eyebrows and continued on.

“Sorry I asked”, Buttons replied, trying to stop the tension.

“Look what you guys did! Buttons is scared and probably doesn’t even want to watch anymore!” Elmer called out.

They all looked at Buttons who wouldn’t admit it, but was a bit more nervous than before.

“Am I gonna get this heated when I watch?” He asked.

“Honestly...yeah. But it gets less scary when you know what to argue with and when it’s a valid argument”, Jack answered.

“Can we just put it on! Damn guys”, Mush yelled, hushing everyone up.

Race was still lowkey mad but continued on—for Buttons’ sake.

He started the first episode up and they all paid attention, watching like they haven’t seen it before. Acting like if they rewatch it they’ll be a different winner or someone won’t go home as early this time around.

They watched as the queens entered the workroom.

Until they got to the one, the only...

Kennedy Davenport.

She announced herself and Buttons’ eyes went wide.

“Davenport?”

This was the first time he spoke up since the episode started.

“Yeah! Most drag queens are part of a larger drag family and they have a drag mom. So Kennedy is in the house of Davenport and—“ Race started.

“How do they get that last name?” Buttons interrupted.

“Well it just depends, some people got it from just being friends with other drag queens but now usually it’s whoever ‘adopts’ you and kinda take you under their wing in the drag community. Your drag mom helps you out and usually has a family resemblance or a similar style yanno. Like any family!” Race explained.

“But the last name? And resemblance?” Buttons insisted.

“Geez Buttons, you’re admit aren’t you? At least you wanna learn.”

“No. Race...what’s my last name?”

“Uh?”

Race thought for a moment but couldn’t come up with anything.

“Wow. What a friend you are?” Buttons said, semi-sarcastically.

“Davenport”, Albert spoke up.

All eyes turned to Buttons.

Race’s eyes widened and you could practically see the light bulb pop over his head.

“Oh my god, B. You know what we have to do, right?”

“Uh...continue with the episode and act like nothing happened?”

“Nope! We have to put you in drag!”

“I was hoping you’d say anything besides that.”

“Oh come on, B! You’ll be perfect! You already have the Davenport resemblance—“

“—That’s racist.”

“Not racist. Anyway, your family is from Texas, and you have a gorgeous face. You’ll be a perfect Davenport!”

Something inside Buttons made him want to do it. Maybe it was seeing how excited his friends were. Maybe it was the fact that after only watching the first 2 minutes of the show he could already tell it was special. Maybe it was his own curiosity. But he couldn’t say no, his heart wasn’t letting him.

He was quite. Thinking real hard. But he just couldn’t make out the word ‘no’.

“So? What do you say, B?” Race asked, flashing his most persuasive puppy dog eyes.

Buttons let out a heavy breath.

“I mean...what‘s the worst that could happen? Right?”

Race’s face lit up and he immediately jumped out of his seat. He squealed with joy like a little girl.

“Okay Davey, call Sarah and have her bring over all her makeup and some of her nicest dresses, I’m sure they’ll be around the same size, B’s pretty thin and feminine—“

“—Hey!” Buttons butted in.

Race ignored him and kept going.

“Say it’s an emergency. I have heels he can wear so just get the rest, asap. In the meantime, B, you need to come up with your drag name.”

Davey followed instructions while everyone else got to work trying to find a good name for Buttons.

“Guys why don’t—“

“Hold on, B. I’m thinking.”

Buttons kept trying to butt in but with everyone “thinking” they wouldn’t listen.

Finally he just shouted it out.

“Guys! I already have a nickname! Can’t I just keep ‘Buttons’?”

Everyone looked at each other dumbfounded.

Why didn’t they think of that?

After all the chaos of name picking, Sarah arrived with everything Davey asked for. So they immediately got to work.

Buttons had 4 people working on his face almost at the same time. One person would start and then another would pick up where they left off; using their strengths.

After what felt like the longest and most painful thing to happen to his face, he was done...with that part.

Buttons wasn’t allowed to look in a mirror until they were all done. Race wanted something of a “big reveal”.

Race went into a room with Buttons and helped him finish getting ready.

“I don’t have any padding so we’re just gonna have to work with what you got...which ain’t a lot—“

“Hey!”

“I’m being honest! You ain’t got the proportions but we’ll just try to emph up your silhouette.”

He picked out the best dress Sarah brought—and the only one he thought would fit Buttons. It was long, gold, and fully sparkly from the neck to the floor.

“Hmm. How familiar are you with tucking?” Race asked.

“Uh?”

“I forgot this was your first time watching drag race. Uh, okay so what you do is...”

While Race explained the process of tucking, Buttons’ eyes grew wide and concerned. All Race had to do was look at the expression on Buttons’ face to know it wasn’t gonna happen.

“Alright, no tucking...got it. Okay so just put the dress on and I’ll get the heels and the wig.”

“Why do you just have a wig?”

“Why don’t you?”

Race left the room and returned—heels and wig in hand—to see a very confused Buttons trying to zip up the back of the dress.

Race couldn’t help but laugh and walked over to help him. He pulled the dress down, walking circles around his friend fixing everything into place.

He squeezed all Buttons’ curly hair under a wig cap and placed the new hair on just right. Race styled it to perfection—big, blonde, and beautiful—fit for any Davenport. Buttons had never smelt—or tasted—that much hairspray in his life.

“Step into these heels and come out when you’re ready. Give us a little runaway walk. The biggest thing about being a drag queen is confidence!”

Race left the room and went out to the living room with everyone else. They all waited anxiously to see the newest daughter in the Davenport family.

Coming out the door, Buttons was a whole new person. He switched from being the shy, nervous, and quiet Buttons all his friends knew, to a confident, flirtatious, and gorgeous drag queen that they want to know. He had his own drag persona and she was gonna live in this moment.

“Look at her though!” Race called out.

Buttons walked through the living room like she was on the main stage of Rupaul’s Drag Race.

Jack put on some runway music and Buttons owned the room.

She swayed her hips, gave some turns, and smiled her gorgeous smile. She looked like a whole pageant queen and the boys were living for it.

She was giving them body. She was giving them smile. She was giving them personality. She was giving them everything they didn’t know she had in her.

Everyone clapped, snapped, laughed, and shouted.

“You’re beautiful! You’re perfect! You look like Linda Evangelista!” Mush called out.

“You’re a model!” Jack continued.

“Buttons! Your smile is gorgeous!” Kid Blink finished.

“She’s a woman!” Kenny yelled.

“She is what?” Specs started.

“Sickening!” Romeo finished.

“Yas gawd!” Elmer called out.

“Shantay you stay, sweetheart!” Davey laughed.

Buttons finished her little walk around and couldn’t help but smile her widest smile. She still hadn’t seen what she looked like but damn she was feeling herself.

“Someone call the Davenports, they’ve got a new family member!” Albert joked.

Buttons finally looked in the mirror and couldn’t even recognize herself. She looked like a whole woman.

“You guys really went all out...I look gorgeous, henny!”

Everyone laughed.

“Am I doing this right?” Buttons asked, trying to pick up drag language and culture by just what the boys have been saying.

They all took pictures and let Buttons feel herself a little longer.

“Okay, I don’t know how much longer I can wear all this. How do they do it for so long? It’s only been 15 minutes and I’m dying!” Buttons said.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s bring you back down to Earth”, Race joker, walking Buttons back to the room.

While helping Buttons de-drag, Race couldn’t help but have a heart full of joy.

“Hey, B?”

“Yeah, Race?”

“Thanks for agreeing to do all this. I know it’s not really your thing but it meant a lot to us. And you looked absolutely stunning! I couldn’t believe it!”

“You know, I’m not ugly, Race”, Buttons joked.

“I know, I know. But still...thanks.”

“It was fun. I had a good time. Maybe we can do it again at some point? Maybe next time we’ll put you in drag along with me.”

“You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted to do that, B. You got yourself a deal.”

“Next time.”

“Next time.”

[stormhawksplanb]

Storm Hawks Fanfiction: Plan “B”

It was a fine day when I was racing some guy from Terra Neon. The kid thought he could beat me to Terra Rex, going around Terra Atmosia, but on the way the FLX Skimmer started sputtering sparks from it's engine. Forcing me to crash land. Last I remember was being separated from my skimmer and my back flat on the ground. I was about to just let myself black out until I heard a single voice pulling out from the crowd. Once my eyes had adjusted from the darkness of my lids I saw who was standing over me. A young red head. The faint distant buildings let me know I was on Terra Atmosia.

"Hey, can you hear me-" His voice was all together but kept breaking up to the point I couldn't respond.

My eyes slowly closed again and I could hear him saying something else, but I could only hear the demanding panic in his voice. I felt my body slowly rise up. It felt as if someone was picking me up, only to set me back down on a near by bench. Raising my head up I met eyes with the same green eyed kid as before, and a blonde with spiked hair who had a bit more concern showing in his blue eyes then the first.

"Where am I? And what happened to my skimmer?"

The two continued to stare at me, as I looked around for the vehicle. It crashed landed into some poor person's roof. The crowd from before had gotten bigger, and a Wallop, A young dark skinned girl, and some kind of blue rabbit thing rushed toward me. Harassing me with questions. The girl being first to try and aid me up off the bench.

"What happened? You're way to pale to be out here! Aerrow, we need to get her medical attention."

I shook my head a little, and pulled away from her lightly. Managing to stand on my own I look at the group in shock. It wasn't just the icon painted on their outfits that gave it away. I knew all the squadrons by heart. These were in no doubt the storm hawks.

"Wh-I… You're the storm hawks." I felt so enthralled by their appearance.

As soon as those words left my mouth the blonde stepped forward in front of the others and over straightened his posture. Like he was the best thing I'd ever see.

"Yea, it's a pretty big deal. I mean, we're great. I'm Finn, by the way" I chuckled a bit at him and rolled my eyes.

The red head placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head at him, and walked over to me.

"It's good to see you're okay, or at least better. Mind telling us what had happened?"

By then the crowd had slowly dispersed. They seemed more interested in the actual damage instead of what had actually happened.

"Yea, sure. I was racing a guy from Terra neon, we both had a velocity stone, and I was going fast, but not fast enough to cause my engine to spark and cause me to crash. Right?"

He scratched the back of his head, as I explained. I don't think it was enough information for them to understand. I had no choice but to sigh in defeat.

"Well, the least we could do is have our mechanic look at it, and see what he thinks. That okay with you?"

Everyone's eyes followed to my wrecked skimmer sitting on the roof. All of us cringing as the handlebars fell off.

"If you're able to get it down, I have no problem with it."

A small smirk appearing on my face as they all look at each other either giggling or sighing.

A short while later they had actually managed to retrieve my bike. The wallop that hung around with us had scaled the building and jumped down with it, the impact causing the back tire to fall off. Even as we climbed aboard the condor I could tell that the skimmer was in no condition to ever fly again. You can't even get the wings to spanned back in without it falling apart.

       We were standing in the skimmer bay, off the landing strip and bridge, while we waited for their mechanic. I got slightly bored, and they did say to make myself comfortable so I walked on over to everyone's skimmers, catching the blonde's attention, who earlier I found out was Finn. He seemed to hang around the wallop the most out of everyone else, to the point it was safe to assume they were close friends.

"Hey, how's it going? Did you come over to check out my skimmer, it's a pretty sweet ride." I smiled a bit at Finn, and shook my head no.

"Nah, just looking around that's all."

A sudden thrashing sound came from behind me, and as I turned around I saw my skimmer almost completely taken apart, like every single piece of my ride was picked clean and sprawled out.

"DUDE! What the heck- why did you take it apart?!"

I was so furious about someone dismantling my skimmer that I didn't realize the man who was flipping around and inspecting the pieces had been right next to me the whole time.

"Uhm, you do realize you're on my ship?" I jumped a bit and turned toward him, as he shifted into a more sassier pose, with his arms across his chest.

"But if you don't want my help, you could always go somewhere else."

His voice went from a sassy strain, to a more serious threat. Me being the more passive type, I submitted to his tone and uttered a quick apology, to which he gave me a face of disbelief and continued to examine what was once my skimmer. A sigh passes my lips rather loudly.

"Do I even wanna ask about the damage done?" No answer.

The red head then stepped in between us and started a conversation with him.

"C'mon stork, don't start, she fell from the sky after her engine sparked up. Her skimmer crashed into the roof, and she had didn't have anytime to pull out a parachute. It was a rather rough landing for her. Cut her some slack, please? She's probably just a little jumpy."

The silence grew heavy on me, and I introduced another sigh to the quiet and sat next to, stork, but not too close.

"I'm not gonna lie. You took this thing apart rather quickly." His ears stood up slightly more then usual. He didn't turn toward me but he did seem to perk up.

"It's a basic FLX Skimmer." I didn't really know much about skimmers, and I didn't want him to hold back any information, which it felt like he was, so I asked him a question.

"A FLX Skimmer?" My ride was given to me by the guy who wanted to race me. I don't know too much about skimmers so I kind of trusted him…"

He dropped a wrench he had recently picked up and face palmed, then he began to rub his right temple.

"You don't race with a FLX Skimmer. Do you know what the FLX stands for" I was only able to sound out an 'uh' before he continued.

"It stands for Fledgling, Learning, Extra Safety. As in 'I've never driven a skimmer before, and I can barely keep balance'." He picked up the velocity crystal that was hidden under the engine hood and extended it in front of me, handing it over.

"They aren’t designed for racing, especially with a velocity crystal."

I frowned, feeling my rage rise up again. I stood up quickly, letting a frustrated groan out, startling the green Merb beside me.

"I can't believe it! That punk and I made a bet! 250 silver coins, and a crystal of our choice! I Bet in my only Nova Crystal!"

The girl with the dark skin quickly walked up to me at the mention of the Nova crystal.

"You have a Nova Crystal?" The green Merb known as stork popped into our conversation.

"Had."

"Fine. Had, a nova crystal. There's only 3 in existence. Why would you risk losing a Nova crystal?"

She had a point. The Nova crystal did nothing but make clouds of sparkly dark blues, and purples, but combined with other crystals it can go from useless to a force to be reckoned with. Hopefully not everyone knew this by now.

"I didn't think I would loose! The guy who raced me seemed like the clumsiest person in all of Atmos." Stork placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch a bit more firmer then what I had expected.

"You mean, that title isn't yours yet?" The sinister smirk under his innocent tone caused me to smirk back, more or less challenging him.

The red head of the group came over with the other two, the Merb automatically backing away, and placed his hand out to shake mine.

"If you want we can get your stuff back for you. What's your name anyway?"

I shook his hand and stood there with my hands on my hips.

"I go by the name Nova. Isn't it fitting? And I've only caught a handful of your team's names as well."

"I'm Aerrow, leader of the storm hawks, and this is Piper, Finn; Who you've already met, Junko, stork, and my co-pilot Radar."

I chuckled at the little grayish blue creature as it waved to me once it sat itself on Aerrow's shoulder. Then panic set in completely.

"Oh no! I told Gear to stay behind with those thugs-" Aerrow placed his hand on my shoulder, me having to look up at him since I'm relatively short. 

"Don't worry Nova. We got this-" Almost as soon as it left his mouth Finn had easily appeared.

"After all, we are the storm hawks, Chika-cha~" His fingers were pointing out like a couple guns.

With that we were all off of Terra Atmosia, and heading course towards Terra Neon. A fun little Terra with a bunch of family friendly games, and super cool and fast rides! And one idiot who was about to get smacked upside the head.

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA AU [self insert]

Nani the heck is this? read here!

Chapter 4: Fuck my Drag right?

The events of the sports festival unfolded and everyone is being recognized for their feats. Iida has put his feelings for Ita on the back burner as his brother was disabled by the Hero Killer. The internships happened and everyone is coming back from them. 

-Monday, in homeroom with Mimi and Jin-

“Y'all heard about what happened?”

“YEAH! bitch I’m scared”

“Me too, what’s going to happen next?”

“I’m just glad nobody died and that the students are ok”

“you say that because Glasses was one of the students”

“NO ITS BECAUSE I’M THEIR CLASSMATE! I would feel the same if it was you two”

“Aww Ita!” said Mimi and Jin, coming in for the group hug.

The mood changed when Diya sensei came in. He seemed unusually peppy from his usual neutral or gritty moods. 

“Good morning class, lets settle down for some big announcements” he said with a smile that we didn’t trust. “As you all may have heard about the attack and the students involved, due to those incidents, our department has moved some lessons around to have our students more prepared to be ready to defend the others and each other.”

He takes out the syllabus,”if you can take out your syllabus so you can mark the changes” we comply.

“Ok so instead of just working on our semester final project until the marked due date, we also have to do our week long incognito lesson with practice starting Wednesday. In weaponry we’re going over defense and escape for next week. Our licensing exam is still in 2 weeks and the semester final project has been extended to 1st day of 2nd semester.”

I finish the changes and think, wow even we’re affected by all this.

Jin raises his hand

“Yes Matsui?”

“Are also having extra training sessions in prep for the licensing?”

“yes we are! thank you for reminding me” Diya sensei said “For the next 2 weeks, we will be training for most of homeroom and all of weaponry. For the ones that go to other classes, will still go to them and follow their schedule. If you have a free period, you can work on your projects then if you need school resources.”

Jin then looks at us and I knew he was going to claim us 1st before anyone else does. Bold of him to think I’d go with anyone else.

“Now that we have that done, on to the other news!” he said with another smile that made us feel uneasy, “our jumpsuits and gear came in! I’ll give them out in weaponry to see if they need to be re-adjusted. Secondly, we need to discuss the incognito lesson.”

I sit there thinking that it was going to be something like how to not look obviously like a spy/agent. Nope.

“For incognito week, you have to take up a persona and run with it for a full week. You have until Wednesday to come up with your persona along with clothing, makeup and voice pattern” Diya sensei said as straight faced as possible “Rules to adhere to: MUST be opposite sex, 3 different outfits, cause some chaos and keep your stories straight.”

I raise my hand.

“Yes Palma?”

“So this is just like Ru Paul’s Drag Race but we gotta lip sync for our grade?”

“Actually yea, exactly like that. So bring your best drag everyone! If you don’t have a certain part of an outfit or uniform, ask your classmates if you can borrow their’s for the week”

I suddenly love my class so much. We get to creating our personas and in weaponry we get our costumes. Mine thankfully fit and the gear was so cool that I could hardly keep my eyes off them. We get ear pieces and voice changers that fit right on the molars. I changed mine to make my voice a believable mezzo-tenor male voice. I then remembered I still have to go to my hero class and asked if I need to give them a fair warning before I show up in full boy drag. Diya sensei basically said that he’ll tell Aizawa but I don’t have to tell the class if I don’t want to. The cause some chaos rule is a free get out of jail card for us for that week, we can do anything but physical damage to property.

-Wednesday in Homeroom-

“AHHHH! I’m so excited!” I said to Jin “I can’t wait to show y’all my drag! I got a wig and everything!”

“I got fake hair buns and brought a dress for my extras, I already have some fem features” said Jin “did you bring the makeup?”

“yee yee, can’t wait to make you look sparkly and cute!”

Mimi walks in with their stuff.

“Sorry I’m lowkey late, the upperclassman that I asked to borrow their uniform pants was running late” said Mimi out of breath.

We started class and turned in our persona sheet to sensei and then we got into full drag. Jin was one of the cutest girls, persona name: Deez Natsu. Mimi was an ok looking dude, persona name: Suka Raboski. I looked more like an edgy boy, persona name: Takeshi Tboone.

“wow takeshi, thats a choice”

“Oof Suka I can see your lace”

“Y’aint at my level dawgs!” 

We go through the rest of weaponry and walk out looking like completely different people. I get my things and sensei wishes me luck on fooling them.

-in the hero course classroom, before I arrive-

“Iida-kun, how is your brother doing?” asked Midoriya

“He’s doing better but it looks like he can’t walk”

“oh my, sorry if I brought up a sensitive topic”

“no it’s alright, you deserve to know”

Denki butt in “so Iida, are you going to ask Palma-san to a date today? Or am I going to steal your girl”

“Oh please, if you asked her out again, she’d give you another atomic wedgie but off the flag pole!” chortled Uraraka.

“tch just tell her already four eyes!” said Bakugo “I’m getting sick of hearing about her”

“I don’t think I can! I have too much on my mind already and I can’t manage a relationship on top of it all” said Iida.

“Bold of you to assume she’ll say yes” said Kirishima under his breath.

“Kirishima thats rude!” Mina said in defense.

I then walk in, with my bag slung over my shoulder, fuck boy posture and sunnies on. I had my stories in check, I copied some 2nd year’s elasticity quirk (my brother’s quirk that I can maintain for 5 hours with mastery) right before I went to class. So if anybody is gonna try me, I got me.

“Um excuse me, but who are you?” asked Shoji as I sat down.

“yea and that seat is already taken by Palma-san!” said Momo, ready to fight.

“tuh! That’s no way to treat a transfer, didn’t she tell you?” I said in my best tough guy tone.

“Palma-san didn’t say anything! where is she?! I swear if you hurt her!” said Iida in a demanding tone.

“She’s, not at school at the moment, so you’ll be dealing with me, Takeshi Tboone, American bastard.” I said as slick as I could. It was a true feat not laughing after saying bastard as your title.

“I don’t know why but he’s kinda cute” Hagakure whispered to Asui.

Aizawa sensei walked in and saw my grin and gave me the ‘i know’ look.

“forgot that was today, huh, well be kind to our transfer Tboone.” said Aizawa, also trying not to laugh.

“sensei, where’s Palma-san then?” said Jiro

“Palma-san is at the East-side hero school, on temporary transfer” Aizawa said while looking at the persona sheet I gave them the day before, “If Palma-san likes the other school better, she’ll stay there. And we’ll have Tboone-san for the rest of the remaining years until graduation.”

“why would she want to transfer? This is the top school!” exclaimed Iida.

“I see what she means by aggressive classmates, but I’m tougher!” I said “she doesn’t feel safe here dawg, she feels like everyone is after her and doesn’t like her so you better pray that she’ll crawl back here.” 

Iida started to think that he should’ve never done what he’s done to Ita and convinced himself that it’s his fault that he drove her to transfer. Class goes on and the girls are all over Takeshi, which is bad because I didn’t plan on being an ACTUAL fuck boi. I pack up my things, which are just Jin’s things and Jin has mine, and I hear the delicate tip taps of a ‘girl’ running.

“Takeshi! Here you are my sweet~” said Jin, really playing the part of Deez.

“oh sup bitch come here and give me a little sugar.” I say as I stretch my arm out to grab them by the waist and pulled them into a fake kiss.

“I love it when you kiss me in front of other girls” he said as he gives side eye to the girls of 1-A, “you hear that! HE’S MINE!” as he jumps onto me.

Everyone was in shock, not only was he new but has a girlfriend?! Who the hell was that girl anyways?! Iida gets jealous that it could’ve been him and Ita if he spoke up sooner.

“Hey Tboone-san” said Kirishima with a warm smile.

“oh sup red-san”

“hahaha! The names Kirishima” he said “glad to have you in the class! that other girl was suspicious”

“oh word dawg? bitches be crazy!”

“Yea but you seem like the super manly type! wanna sit with us at lunch?” he said pointing at Bakugo, Sero, Mina and Denki.

“sounds tight! but I did promise my girl that I’d eat with her”

“I made fried rice!” Jin said, almost breaking character because he was really proud of his fried rice.

“Oh alright, maybe tomorrow then!”

“sounds litty, Later Red-san, Pink-san, Mad-san, Pika-san and Office Supply-san” I said while being dragged away by Jin.

“dude what the fuck, this is fucking crazy!” said Jin

“I know! where the hell is Mimi?!”

“That’s where we’re going, she’s swarmed by girls!”

We get to the patio and there they were, surrounded by girls. Mimi looked like they were gonna pass out because of all the pretty ones. I stretch my arms out and picked up Mimi from the circle and ran like hell to the intelligence wing. Jin deployed a portal before the crowd got to us and we portal in a pile inside of the commons room. We laugh a bit about our little tussle then I get a text, it’s Iida,

[Hi Palma-san I didn’t see you today in class and I have to say is that, I’m sorry, really sorry that you don’t feel safe or wanted at this school]

“oof guys look” I say as I show them the text.

“yikes what are you going to tell him?” Mimi said as I get another text, also from Iida,

[I feel responsible for you wanting to transfer. I shouldn’t have forced you to do anything. What can I do fix this? A lot of us prefer you over the transfer.]

“double yikes! a double text!” Jin said with a mouthful of fried rice, then I get another text

[ I know you won’t see these texts until later, but I miss you. Please respond when you can]

Jin and Mimi are looking at me, waiting to see what kind of melodrama I am going to start.

[Iida, I know you feel bad but the truth is, I feel unliked in the hero department. Everyone is pressuring me to be a hero or leave. Can’t I just learn about your culture without being part of it? I miss you too, you’re my only true friend in that class]

“wow Ita, this week is going to be spicy” said Jin.

He was right, everyone liked Takeshi a little more than Ita and hurt a little but the week was almost over. Sunday afternoon and I was getting my outfits ready for the next 3 days and I get a text, it’s Iida,

[Hi Palma-san, sorry if this is so sudden but are you available to spend some time with me? I’m in the area]

Oh jeez what do I say to that?

[Oh sure, where do you want to meet?]

[I can meet you in front of your complex] 

[oh sure! just let me get dressed, let me know when you get here]

I quickly changed into a sun dress, did a low bun and some quick makeup to hide the fact that I partied last night with my class and woke up at 1pm.

[I am here in the front]

[ok, I’ll be right there!]

I teleport to the front and Iida looks at me like I was the most stunning thing on the street.

“Palma-san you look so pretty!” he said as he gave me a tight hug “I’ve missed you dear classmate.” 

“oh! its only been four days.”

“doesn’t matter! point is that I want to spend time with you” Iida said as he released me from his embrace “shall we get going? I saw this cozy cafe that I wanted to check out.”

“Oh I frequent that place! I love it and I think you’d like it too”

As we walk to the place, theres heavy foot traffic. Iida doesn’t have a problem walking through but I was being pushed and falling behind. I reached out to grab his shirt to not lose him in the crowd.

“hm? Oh Palma-san! I’m sorry I didn’t know you were falling behind.”

“Oh I’m alright, I didn’t want to lose you in the crowd.”

“well then, here, take my hand” he said carefully holding mine “so we don’t lose each other”

I didn’t notice but Iida was blushing hard and I was just excited to order some berry tart and a latte. We get to the place and sat at a table where I could face the window and see the people passing by. We talked about Tboone-san and he really didn’t like the guy and I just sat there trying not to laugh. Iida changes the subject,

“So Palma-san, I’ve been thinking” he said as confidently as possible “that we should be honest with each other, now that we’re close”

“um ok, what do you want to know about me?”

“What name do you prefer to be called? What’s your favorite flower? Who do you like at school?-” he kept listing questions but my gaze was over at the window. I saw the boy with the lemon colored hair with his friends pass by and the boy so happened to make eye contact with me and didn’t break it until I was out of sight.

“Ita”

“hm? what was that?” Iida asked confused

“I like to be called Ita, Itati is my full first name but it doesn’t have the ring that Ita has”

“Ita...a cute name for a cute girl” he said and I choked on my latte.

“oh jeez I’m sorry hehe, I’m just not used to compliments like that, they make me uneasy”

“Why?”

“In America, when somebody compliments you like that and the person isn’t close to you, its like a form of bullying” I say as I stare at my latte “so when I got here and I got these compliments, I feared for my life for like two weeks.”

“I had no idea! I’m sorry that I made you feel that” Iida said while chopping his hands “I’ll be more careful”

“oh its alright, I’ll adjust!”

We walk around the area a bit more then he walks me to my complex. He grips my hand a bit tighter as we approach the front.

“hey Ita”

“yeah?”

“Have you decided if you want to transfer to that school?”

“I haven’t actually” I say trying to maintain my stories, “I have until the end of classes Tuesday to say yes or no.”

“Oh I see, it’s just that, I-I” Iida struggled to find his words “I promise to be nicer to you if you come back”

“what-”

“I mean it, I made you cry when we met. What kind of friend am I if I’m the cause of your tears and insecurity?! I’ll be nice, just come back”

I start to tear up, he really thinks its his fault. I let the tears fall, fuck this is dumb. He sees me cry and he panics and stops to wipe my tears. He cradles my face in his hands, if he didn’t make it clear that he wanted to be friends, I would’ve kissed him. 

“Please don’t be sad, I promise to be sweet and kind to you from now on! I want you to feel protected and a cherished part of the school, if everyone is against you, I will be the one to be by your side. Okay?”

I cry even more, I think about how the hell am I going to break it to him that Tboone is just me in full boy drag and I’m not going anywhere. We say goodbye and I teleport in my room. Oof can’t wait for this whole thing to blow over.

-Tuesday, after school in the patio-

I was on my way to usual spot where I’ve been hiding to teleport near my house this week when I see some boys pestering somebody thats leaning against the tree. I get closer and see that it’s Kirishima and Bakugo. uh oh, time to initiate solo operation SAVE THE GAYS.

“yo yo yo! what’s the haps fellas?”

“we found these faggots being gay” said the taller boy of the bunch.

“yeah! we were about to teach them a lesson!” said the gremlin looking one.

“Oh yea? Fellas, allow me to take of this, eye sore.” I say as I put my bag down and stand in front of Kirishima and Bakugo with the other boys on either side of me.

“Tboone-san what the hell? I thought we were cool!” said Kirishima

I give a smirk as I stretch my arms out to the bullies. I give them the ass-whoopin of their life as Kirishima and Bakugo stand and stare how hard I was going. When they had enough, I grabbed them by the collar and said

“If I see any y’all pestering the gays being gays, I won’t hesitate to beat your homophobic asses and chop your dicks off and make you eat them, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”

“YES YEA PLEASE NO MORE!”

“good, I’m giving you to the count of 5 to get out of my sight before I give you another serving” I say clenching my fist as I let go of them. They scatter and run like hell before I could start counting.

“Tboone-san, that was so courageous of you.” said a still shocked Bakugo.

“That was the manliest thing I’ve ever seen! Tboone-san, how can we ever repay you?” said Kirishima.

“oh its cool dawg, I was just being a bro” I said as I was picking up my bag “see you later! your secret is safe with me.”

I walk away to my hidden spot and think, wow what a way to be remembered.

-Wednesday, in the hero course classroom-

“Hey Iida, do you think Palma-san is happy?” asked Tokoyami to a very deflated Iida as he stares at the emtpy desk. 

“I don’t know, I poured my sincerity out to her and she sounded unsure.”

“Are you going to be alright Iida-kun?” Uraraka asked worriedly “you don’t look too well.”

“I’ll manage, don’t worry about me”

Class starts and I don’t show up to class because I needed some extra training for my licensing exam. Everybody else thinks it’s because I stayed at the other school and Tboone didn’t like the school. Aizawa knew the truth but didn’t say anything. Class ends and Iida walks to the patio to sit under a tree and ponder his text to Ita.

[Hi Ita, hope your having a good day at school. I need to tell you something important, I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way back. I like you, more than a friend, I’m sorry I didn’t say it earlier. It kills me that you’re not here, I spent most of class staring at your desk hoping you’d teleport in any moment. I was too coward to admit it but it’s obvious now, I have fallen for you. You’re as rare as a desert flower, as sweet as honey, as strong as a crashing wave, as beautiful as ]

he stops typing and deletes his text. He didn’t see the point of pestering her if she already made her choice. Meanwhile Ita is on campus but preparing for her licensing in 2 days. The rest of the school day passes and Iida walks to the parking lot, and to his surprise, he sees a very weary Ita walking to their car.

“ITA! ITA!”

I turn around “who the hell tryna get they ass run over?” I mutter.

I see Iida running toward me, giving me no time to escape, I brace myself for impact. To my surprise he stops before crashing into me and gives me a tight hug.

“Where have you been?! I thought you decided to stay at the other school and I got sad.”

“Oh no! I was doing extra training for my licensing exam, its in 2 days”

“Oh my apologies, is that why you look a bit roughed up?” he said releasing me from the hug.

“yea hehe I was struggling in detonate and defuse” I said as I showed him my bandaged hands “no copy quirking for me for a while.”

He gently took my hands in his, tracing the insides of them with his thumbs.

“In two days you say? Can I have the class see you off?”

“um sure if its ok with sensei, I don’t want to take away class time from yall”

The two days pass and as we were having our luggage check. The Hero 1-A class came out to see me off.

“Do your best Palma-san! We believe in you!” said a bunch of them.

“why is your class so small?” said Kirishima.

“Intelligence course class are the smallest because of the popularity of the course” said Jin “all of us wanted to be in the program and got admitted in without having to do the entrance exam.”

“Yep, even your dear sensei considered joining” said Aizawa “but I really wanted to stick it to the man with my abilities.”

“OOOH! I love your class pet!” Mina said fawning over Zippy the lizard “I wish we had one!”

“Please Mina, with our class, that poor creature won’t survive a day!” said Midoriya.

Our bus arrived and I turn to say bye and I get a tight hug from Iida.

“Be safe Ita, do your best! I’ll miss you”

“I’m only going to be gone for a day and a half!” 

Everyone in the class was motioning Iida to kiss Ita. The kiss didn’t happen but I said my good byes and boarded the bus. The licensing happened at the USJ were we did target shooting, detonate and defuse, rescue the hero, save the citizens, and would you rather life or death edition (like would you rather but with people and guns). The class passes the exam, including Zippy, it was the 1st time in years the whole class passes according to Diya sensei. There was much to celebrate once we got back but on the way to the school, the bus breaks down. Instead of waiting for the repairs, since we were a mile away from school, we pushed the bus all the way to school. We used our quirks and strength to push the bus and everyone on that road stopped to admire our teamwork. When we got to school, we made so much noise hollering that we passed and pushed a whole bus to school, it drew alot of attention to us and anyone within earshot came out to see.

“ok ok everyone lets settle down” said a very tired Diya sensei “Miss Palma, if you teleport in, you can still make it to your hero class.”

“Oh ok are you sure yall don’t need help bringing in stuff?”

“No we have things handled, go! you have 5 mins before it starts”

“got it! Thank you!” 

-Meanwhile in the Hero 1-A classroom-

“I think Palma-san is back” said Denki walking back in the classroom “a group of students are hollering in the front of the school”

“Wonder what happened?” said Todoroki

“Her entire class passed” said Aizawa as he walked in “including the lizard.”

“That damn reptilian passed?” Bakugo said astounded “tch this licensing exam will be a piece of cake if a lizard can pass it!”

Mina raised her hand.

“We aren’t getting a class pet and train it to be a hero for the last time Mina!” said Aizawa at his wits end with the requests for a class pet. “Just because their sensei let them, doesn’t mean I will. Besides, those kids are on another level of smart, that lizard knows how to drive a small vehicle.”

As everything is happening in the classroom, I am too weak to teleport in the room so I teleport in front of the Hero wing and start booking it. As I run, I start to mentally prepare for all the questions and what stories to tell. I get distracted and I run into somebody and I fall back. Fuck I think, this is so embarrassing.

“sorry! I was in a rush! are you-” I start rush apologizing then I saw their face, it was the lemon haired boy. They we’re standing there, looking at me.

“I should be the one apologizing! You’re the one on the floor” he said extending his hand out to help me up “say, aren’t you that American student? From intelligence?”

“Um yes, how did you know?”

“I’ve heard about you and caught some glimpses of you in passing” he said “I am impressed by your accomplishments, I’d love to see you in action”

“oh uh thank you, sorry to cut this short but I have to get to class” I say as I start running again.

“Bye! I hope to talk to you again!” waved the lemon haired boy.

I start to think, he’s cute, I wouldn’t mind talking to him again but who is he? I get to the door and I walk in out of breath.

“Hi, I’m alive” I say as I do a weak spin into a dab.

“Nice track suit Palma-san” said Momo “was it custom made?”

I look at my track suit, it’s a black and orange with my last name on the butt. “oh it is custom but my sister sent this to me to pester me about my big ass” I say as I show everyone the PALMA on the butt in big lettering.

We start class and they announce their licensing exam is also coming up along with their final exams and training at an undisclosed forest campground. Lucky for me, they don’t apply to me but I still train with them when it’s class-time. I notice that Iida wasn’t talking to me or looking at me like he usually does. I wonder what happened while I was gone. Class ends and I pack my bag and think about that boy in the hallway again, can’t believe I didn’t catch his name.

“Hey Ita” said Iida softly 

“Hi, are you doing alright? You look a bit distracted.”

“I’m fine! um do you want to have lunch with me in the patio? I packed food”

“oh sure let me tell Mimi and Jin” I say as I stick my finger in my ear.

“this is Palma, contacting Oleshin and Matsui, over”

“Oleshin on the line/ Matsui on the line, over”

“Requesting a 508, repeat a 508, over”

“Permission granted/permission seconded, over”

“Thank you, have a good lunch, over”

“Wow you got ear pieces?” said Iida in awe

“Yea, we got them for in field practice but will special permission, the school lets the whole program use them to communicate with each other.”

We walk to the patio and sit under a tree. Iida takes out a fairly big tupperware container and hands it to me.

“Here, I made you a fresh treat, because you deserve it”

“oh thank you, you didn’t have to make me anything!” I said shyly

“I insist! You deserve some rest and treats for all your hard work these last few weeks” He said putting the container on my lap “I also have some fresh flowers, dark chocolates and lemon water. All just for you”

He arranges everything around me to set up a peaceful atmosphere. I open the container and I see perfectly cut cucumber, orange and mango with some lime wedges and salt shaker.

“Oh my god! It’s like I’m back home!” I say exclaimed as my mouth watered “you did your research, didn’t you Iida-san?”

“And what if I did? I just wanted to do something nice for you” he said as he closed his bag “you bring me peace during these scary times.”

“oh I see” I say as I start eating some mango “well, I’m glad that I am”

“hm? why?”

“Because, you could be out there, getting hurt again and blinded with rage and revenge. But you’re here, with me, healing yourself from the toxicity of it all.”

“I didn’t think of it that way, I just feel calmer and happier if you’re around me” 

“I feel like I exist to be that peaceful and calm for the people around me” I said reminiscing the calmer times “back home, I brought order and peace in my household. With my friends, I give love and acceptance. And honestly, I haven’t felt like that since I got here but you helped me remind myself of the one thing that defines me. Thank you Iida-san.”

“Call me Tenya”

“Ok then, Tenya, thank you for making me feel cherished and myself again”

In the distance, the Baku-squad are spying through a 2nd floor window.

“I wonder what they’re saying?” said Sero.

“Who cares?! Four eyes is finally saying his stupid feelings to Palma-san” growled Bakugo.

“They’ve been spending alot of time together lately” pondered Kirishima “Maybe I was wrong about her, she might be just a foreigner that barely made it here.”

“huh? Palma-san was still on your suspicion list?” asked Mina “she’s really nice and cool, would a spy be that willing to be friends with us?”

“I still think I can woo her to a date” muttered Denki as he leaned against the wall. 

The day ends and I get home in a happier state of mind. But the difficulty and heart twisting events are fast approaching, and I have to rise to the occasion to get through them. Not just for me, but for the ones that need me.

-End Chapter 4-

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[poppibranchlover]

Bats What I Like About You - Part 4

The story: During a camping trip, Poppy tells a campfire story about a magic wish-granting tree which is believed to exist in the Troll world. However, Branch doesn’t believe in the story and says that magic wish-granting trees don’t exist. His disbelief gets the better of him when he finds the tree and before he knows what is going on with it, it casts a spell on Branch, causing him to transform into a vampire bat and believe that the tree does exist! Now stuck as a bat, he has to try to get himself back to normal with the help of a bat named Feng, who tags along with him for the rest of the adventure.

You already seen what had happened in Part 3. Now get ready for Part 4!:

Branch looked around the darkness and cowered. Is it some animal going to eat him up or slash him with sharp claws? Or probably, that’s just the wind.

He wasn’t sure at first when suddenly, he saw a goofy-looking bat face staring right towards him!

“Hi there, friend!”

Branch screamed and staggered backwards when he saw another bat looking directly towards the cage! This bat has purple fur and it has pink in his nose. He even has a purple collar and a yellow string surrounding his neck. The bat started to laugh at Branch. “Always thought you were a bit of a bat!”

“W-who the heck are you?!” Branch stuttered, frightened. “And what are you doing here?!”

The bat cleared his throat and replied “Allow me to introduce myself, kid. The name’s Feng and I’m like a high-class vampire bat. I came here to get you out of that cage before you were going to be sent by that nasty animal professor!”

“You mean I’m gonna be sold to Professor Stade, huh?” asked Branch, raising his eyebrow.

“Yep!” Feng said proudly. “The reason why I came to save you is because what a beautiful voice you have sung!”

Branch realized that this bat have heard him singing just now. He put a claw over a cage bar and said “Thanks. It was like an angel’s.”

“An angel’s?!” Feng’s eyes turned sparkly when he said this. “Oooh! It’s magical!” He nudged at Branch and he pushed him away.

“Not really,” Branch shot back. “Kind of like a handsome singer.”

“You do look like a handsome-looking guy! I just only admired how you sing like that!”

“I said ‘Thanks for noticing my voice!’ Now can you get me outta here before something will happen to me?”

“Uh-huh, I see,” Feng said with a nod. “You know there’s good news and bad news. Good news is Professor Stade would treat animals very well.”

“What’s the bad news?” asked Branch, concern growing over his face.

Feng explained “The bad news is...if Stade knows anything on how to treat nocturnal animals like us, it’s the end of the line for us, you know?”

Branch gulped. He knew what that meant. All bats and other nocturnal animals did. He didn’t know what to say.

“So that’s why I have to make a deal for you. If I bust you out of this cage so that this demise would never happen, you’re gonna have to follow me before that man will catch you! You got that, kid?”

“Really?” Branch asked quickly. He didn’t know if this would be proven right for him. “Follow you? I don’t think that’s a good idea!”

“Trust me, it will be good!” said Feng. “No regretting, my friend!”

Feng moved to the lock of the cage and puts a finger to his chin, thinking for a way to unlock it. Then he looked at his yellow string tied around his neck. Branch watched in great astonishment as Feng used the string and fits it into the lock on his cage. He shoved it in the lock and turned.

CLICK! The lock sprang open! Branch was free! He shoved the cage door, and he scrambled out of cage!

Suddenly, the bat farmer has returned from his call with Professor Stade! He had snapped on a flashlight, and now his face was right down by the two escaped bats!

“Hey, hey!” he said. “Where do you think you’re going?!”

Branch screamed in terror when he saw the farmer coming back for him. He was not pleased that the bat he’d caught recently has escaped with one intelligent bat next to him!

Feng said “Uh-oh! We need to fly away now! Come on!”

The purple bat opened his wings and took off in the air. Branch followed behind, trying to keep up with him by running on his shorter legs.

He panted heavily when he tried running away from the farmer and looked up and saw Feng flying gracefully above him.

“Wait for me! I don’t know if I can do that!” he gasped.

“Kid! Come on! Use your wings! Fly! Fly!” yelled Feng. “Are you flying away already?!”

“Fly?!” Branch protested. “Are you crazy?! I CAN’T!!!”

“JUST DO IT!!! YOU’RE A BAT!!! BATS CAN DO THIS!!!”

Feng was right. Branch looked at his arm wing-like appendages under his arms. These are a bat’s wings, obviously. Without even trying to think because the farmer was getting closer to catching him again, Branch jumped and flapped his appendages up and down, grunting with extreme effort.

SWOOOP!!!

“Aaaaaaaah!!”

Branch fell to the ground and looked up, seeing a large bat net above his head!

The farmer raised his net at him and Branch screamed and ran away again! This time, he tried flapping his wings again as the farmer went even closer to him. The net was swung all around the woods as Branch managed to escape the incoming impact. Soon Branch was now in midair when he tried to fly like a bat again, trying to search for Feng, who had disappeared into utter darkness.

Grunting, Branch struggled to fly, flapping his appendages. He nearly avoided being hit by a tree. And then avoided another one. And another. And even another one! One by one, Branch managed to weave his way through the large mass of trees surrounding his path.

The bat farmer aimed his net at him, ready to catch him again. But then Branch had already flown a little too far! A branch caught his hair and he tried to get himself unstuck. The farmer was getting closer.

Finally, when Branch got his hair unstuck from the branch, he was flown back, due to the mighty effort he’d put to release himself, in circles. He screamed as he tried flapping his wings again, but he lost balance again and slammed right into a tree on his back!

BANG!!!

“Oof!!!”

Afterwards, Branch slid down to the ground, groaning.

“Aw, man!” he remarked. “I always have trouble learning to fly!”

It’s true. But he wanted to get the hang of it anyway. Feng found him lying on the ground and held up his claw to his.

“Take my claw!” he told him. “Let’s try to make it out alive!”

He helped Branch to get up and took off with him, holding his claw for dear life. He was afraid, more afraid than he’d feared for birds, when he found himself in midair with Feng.

“Come on, try to fly,” the bat said to him. “I’m sure you’d get the hang of it!”

Branch agreed, looked at his right wing and began to flap it properly and carefully. 

“That’s it! You’re doing it! That’s the way!” Feng chirped.

“I am trying!” Branch grunted with his best effort, still flapping his right bat wing.

“Tell you what, I’ll let go of you and you fly infinitely, okay?”

Branch didn’t like the sound of that. “What?! No, no, no! Wait!”

But it was too late! Feng had let go of his left wing and Branch started to fall, screaming. A moment later, he was now hovering in midair with his eyes closed, thinking he’d fallen to his death. When he opened his eyes, Branch could see that his appendages are moving up and down even more properly.

“Whoa, cool!” he said proudly. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this!”

But then he looked back and saw the bat farmer with his bat net advancing towards him. Gasping, he flew around the trees as infinite as possible like an expert flyer. Soon he caught up to Feng in the middle of the woods.

He saw Branch flying right now and cheered him on. “Whoo-hoo! That’s how you do it! Come on! Fly faster so he won’t get us!”

“Yeah, I know that!” he answered, panting. 

Behind them, the farmer shouted “Get back here right now! Stade will be so mad!���

Feng and Branch flew across the woods as fast as they can to escape the farmer. With a bit of strength left in their wings, they fly from tree to tree and branch to branch, although Branch almost hit one. But he managed to follow Feng around the woods, flapping his wings.

Feng hid behind a thick tree. He urged Branch “Quick! Hide here! It’s safe to avoid him!”

“Are you sure?” he asked him.

“Yes! Come on!”

Branch hid along with Feng behind the tree. The two of them try to keep still just as the bat farmer came near it. He began searching for them as Feng and Branch held their breath. Branch’s face was filled with cold sweat when the farmer looked at the thick tree they were hiding. Soon he turned away and walked off, fuming that the bats have completely disappeared.

It seems like they’re safe for now...

                                                 To Be Continued...

                                              Stay tuned for Part 5!

[pandabearlikes]

My Husband, Kim JunMeow Epilogue

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Chapter 1o. The Ninth and The Final

I roll around in bed, murmuring gibberish in my sleep as the unforgiving sun blazes in through my blinds.  Groaning, I rub eyes and feel around for my husband or fluffy cat.  Neither are anywhere to be found.  That’s the fourth time this week, Junmyeon had woken up too early for my liking.  You, know sometimes, a few extra minutes of cuddling in bed before tackling the brutal day is therapeutic.  

Muffled coughs echo from the bathroom.  It’s been like this for almost two weeks.  He says he has a cold but it sounded more like a flu or a respiratory infection.  Dragging my slippers across the wooden floor, I make my way to the restroom and push open the door.  My cheeks plant against the doorframe.  

“You okay, there?” I announce my presence when I probably should have observed silently because Junmyeon jolts and hides his palm behind his back as if he’s hiding something.  His startled expression betrays his secret but I’m too groggy to notice.  How could I not notice?  How?  And yet, I didn’t.  

“Ye-yeah!” he chirps, awkwardly wipes his hands on his back pockets and feigns a smile.  

“It’s not raining until night time,” I inform.  Lately, I’ve become a part-time meteorologist.  “Wanna go on a date?” I take his large hand into my smaller ones and shyly swing them from left to right.  “I’ll be an encouragement before my final exams…”

“Sure,” my lover chuckles and pinches my nose.  

To be honest, both of us are quite the homebodies.  Not only is it to protect Junmyeon in case it randomly starts to pour, but also the fact that we recognize that it didn’t matter where we go, it mattered who we are with and as long as I am with Junmyeon (or Suho) I am happy.  

We settle on taking a morning stroll down the streets.  The flower crown on my head attracts fluttering butterflies, causing the lovestruck male to fixate his gaze in pure admiration.  He thinks I’m the closest thing to an Angel on Earth - his Angel on Earth. As a toddler, I was gullible and innocent, but as a woman, I fully embodied the imagery and personality of his flawless goddess.  I turn around with a butterfly calmly perched on my fingertips.  With a soft giggle, I slowly lift my hand and place the butterfly onto Junmyeon’s nose.  

“Heh, my JunMeow and his pet,” I tease.  

The slip of his pet name makes his heart burble.  As the winged creature flutters back to the Heavens, I tiptoe and press my lips into his for a quick smooch.  Every time, those ample cheeks glow with so much exhilaration, air rushes into my lungs.  Now, I know how the sensation of touch got its name; because it has the ability to touch one’s soul.  

We take a seat on a bench over-watching a large fountain, much like that of the the famous Buckingham Fountain of Chicago, only, perhaps, not as crowded.  Gentle breezes splatter a few streaks our way.  Instinctively, I protectively cover my husband to prevent him from getting soaked.  

“You didn’t get wet, did you?” I inquire as I pat his forehead with the cuff of my sleeves.  To be honest, him transforming into a cat is least of my worries (I can’t say the same about the opposite though) but I didn’t want Junmyeon to feel humiliated or label himself a monster.  

He takes my hand from his face and tugs me to sit down next to him again.  His sparkly orbs are enlarged and intriguing as he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s marking my porcelain face as a quality worth veneration.  With a stare that strong, I begin to shy away but he holds tightly onto both my hands and tugs me to turn back to him.  

“Can you let me look at you for a moment longer?” my husband makes a sweet but simple request.  

With the shy bite of my lips, I look back up; his doleful eyes are like Cupid’s arrows, perfectly shot into my heart.  Slowly, he brings his hands up to cup my face.  My eyes automatically close as he leans in and gifts me a longing kiss.  He stays still, unwilling to part until I let out a giggle.  His lack of regard for other’s perception of PDA strikes as such an attractive attribute definitely earning him massive amounts of brownie points.

“Mm…after I graduate, let’s go on our Honey Moon,” I suggest.

“Honey Moon?” Junmyeon questions.  Even the way I tilt my head as I ponder on how to define the term for him, makes him want to bury me deep within his embrace.  

“Mmhm…it’s the trip couples take to celebrate getting married.  We can go on a small trip every anniversary too!” I cheer.

A sad smile clings onto Junmyeon lips; the edges of his eyes sting.  He takes my wrist and pulls me into his embrace.  Naturally, his chin hooks to the top of my head as he loses himself with the temptation of holding onto me.  He doesn’t want to let go.  He thinks, no, he knows he’s selfish for clinging onto me and for taking my heart when he knows he must leave this world soon.  

“Let’s go to Paris!” I exclaim. ��“Or, no, let’s go to Korea!” I quip another suggestion, to which neither settles into my husband’s brain because he’s too immersed with the hope of never leaving my side.  Words of thanks play out within his mind - words he’ll never have the courage to tell me.  Thank you for loving me when everyone abandoned me.  Thank you for coming into my life.  How did I not hear?  How could I not know?  Things just didn’t seem to click in my mind that Suho’s fate, meant Junmyeon’s fate too.  Perhaps, it’s my own defense mechanism protecting me because it knows I wouldn’t be able to bear such trauma.

I gasp and peep my head out from his embrace.  “Oh my God!  Japan!” I proclaim.  “Babe!  They have a Neko Island there!  We can meet your friends and you can play around on the island with them!!!” I almost bounce up and down in my seat from excitement.  “Yes!  It’s been decided!  I’ll book the plane tickets when we get home!”

Wordlessly, he pulls me back into his chest.  I blink.  Did he not want to go?  Shrugging, I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze.  “Junmyeon, will our future kids be half-cat, half-human?” I ponder.  He shakes his chin against the top of my head.  “Ah, they’ll be quarter cat…” I assume.  

“Your future children will be fully human,” he finally breaks his silence to correct.  

“Huh?” I tilt up to look at my lover.  After a moment, I conclude, “Ah…because when we have sex, you’re in your human form so only human DNA gets passed down.  Fair enough…” I figure, “You’re a handsome fella, our babies will be pretty either way.”

How did I not see the tear that streamed down the corner of his eyes or sense the plummet of his heart?  I was too immersed in my euphoria to realize my words were like cyanide poisoning his soul.  He rocks me back and forth as if I’m that small helpless baby from two decades ago.  

~

Clouds grow gray in the horizon as the slim male leans against a tree trunk and waits outside the college campus for his girl.  Though it’s a heated summer day, he feels the frigid temperates of the dumpster, that night he lost his first life.  Nine minutes later, my silhouette appears at the building exit.  Junmyeon straightens up, his smile beams with anticipation, his brows sink at my deflated form.  Frowning, I sludge myself over to him.  

“Hubby…” I pout, appearing as if I’m about to cry.

“It’s okay…” he starts to comfort, concluding that I probably flunked my finals.  “You can always tr—“

“TADA!” I exclaim and reveal a scantro from behind my back.  The large red “100” screams for attention.  Buckling my knees, I jump up and down in glee.  “I got the top score in the class!!!!!!  I’m graduating!  Junmyeon, I’m graduating!!!!” I cheer as tears fill in my eyes.  

After the initial shock of my prank, my husband throws his head back and lets out a half-chuckle, half-snort.  Giggling, I pounce into his arm and instead of hugging me, he lifts me up.  My legs wrap around his hips for balance.  

“You’re sucha troublemaker,” he shakes his head, remarks, and throws me up a bit so that my lips land right on top of his.  I lose to a fit of giggles.  Junmyeon cups one of my cheeks with his hand and whispers in an inaudible voice, “How am I supposed to let you go?”  

“You just don’t,” I bluntly state, catching him by surprise.  Pinching his nose, I playfully warn, “You’re stuck with me forever.”

Before the familiar sad smile forms on his lips, I lean over and give him nine consecutive pecks, banning him from rejecting my statement.  Both of us end up laughing like fools on the street.  Finally, he sets me down back onto Mother Earth.  

Playing with one of the buttons on his shirt, I genuinely express my gratitude, “Junmyeon-ah, thank you for staying up so many nights tutoring me in Chemistry.  Without you, I am sure, I wouldn’t have passed that class.”  Honestly, I still don’t know how a cat understood science more than a human who paid $100k and studied four torturous years did but that’s exactly how it went.  

“Do I get an award?” my husband plays.  

“Hm…” I rock back and forth on my heels.  “We can stay at Neko Island for an extra day so you can play with your friends a little longer.  I think I can afford it…”

With a soft laugh, Junmyeon pulls me in.  My brows knit as his lips ripple against mine.  I taste salt against my tastebuds.  

~

The thing about college graduation in America is that you don’t know whether you’re graduating until you graduate.  Sometimes, you don’t even know even after that.  I thought that was what I’d be most stressed about on the day of my graduation ceremony.  Instead, I wake up to rampant hacks coming from the bathroom.  Rolling out of bed, I stride my way over and turn the doorknob.  It’s locked.  Junmyeon never locks the door.  I blink, the small detail completely awakens me up.  

“Junmyeon-ah…” I knock.

The coughs start to grow muffled.  

“Are you not feeling well?” I worriedly ask.  

“I’m…” he coughs, “…fine…”

“You don’t sound fine,” I retort and attempt to twist the knob, “Honey, open the door.”

“Ye-yeah…” he stutters.  “Give me a moment.”  I hear the faucet rage and hast wiping noise as if Junmyeon’s trying to clean up a crime scene.  I knock again.  “Ye-yeah…” his shaking voice sends my worry peaking exponentially.  Flattening my lips, I hold my guard up and prepare to ram the door down.  Junmyeon flings open the door at the same time so I end up running into his chest.  

“Ah-ow…” I yelp.  Regaining my composure, I hold Junmyeon’s biceps and ask, “Is everything okay?  Why are you so cold?”

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” my husband apologizes.

I let out a scoff, a little offended that he even mentioned it.  That doesn’t even make the cut to my list of worries.  Like a nagging housewife, I throw a blanket over him and rub his icy skin.  “I told you to wear more clothes when you sleep.  You always like to be naked; are you sure you aren’t a part-time nudist?”

“I have pants on,” he argues with a low and coarse chuckle.

I throw him a pointed look to let him know that I am not joking around.  After a while of chafing heat back into his body, I end up just going under the covers too and using my own body heat.  Just like the first time we met, two decades ago, we caress each other, aligning our hearts into one.  I stroke his head and he snuggles deep into my bosom.

~

“You going to be okay alone with my parents?” I nervously question as I fix my husband’s tie.

“Yeah,” he simply replies.

“You sure?” I’m more doubtful but he nods again.

With one final peck, I let go of our hands and walk down the halls to the ceremony prep room, where all the graduating students waited.  Wordlessly, he watches my silhouette grow smaller and smaller.  

“Good job, My Love!” Junmyeon cups his hands around his mouth like a microphone and shouts down the hall.  “I’m so proud of you!” His sweet congratulations make tears brim in my eyes.  I throw him a flying kiss and gesture for him to go and line up with my parents.  As I turn around again, he whispers, “I love you…”

“Ah, Junmyeon is here!” his mother-in-law cheers and pats his hand.

Politely, he bows to her and my father, who is stern but no longer hostile at his presence.  

“Aigoo, Junmyeon-ah, you’ve gotten so much thinner.  Has our daughter been bullying you?” my mother observes his sickly form.  

“No, no of course not.  She’s the best wife anyone could ever have.”  His answer is so genuine that even the stoic father-in-law finally gifts him a small smile.  

Junmyeon guides my parents to take seats at the arena before taking his own.  “Our daughter told us you tutored her and helped her pass her exams.  Thank you, Junmyeon,” my mother expresses her gratitude.

“No, it’s her own intelligence that helped her pass.  I only provided her the encouragements to motivate her,” my husband is always so humble.  

It only makes the two middle-aged adults fall deeper in love with their son-in-law.  “She keeps telling us you’ve been treating her really well and always supporting and protecting her no matter what situation.  We’ve never seen her so upbeat and happy before.  When she talks on the phone, we can hear her happiness through her voice,” my mother further explains as she wipes under her eyes.  The older male’s eyes also begin to brim with tears.  

From my seat in the stadium, I grin widely and wave at my family.  Junmyeon chokes back his tears at the thought that his resolute would wipe the smile, he had vowed to protect, from my face.

“I will always protect her even if I’m no longer in this world,” Junmyeon grips onto the woman’s hand and vows.  

The walk across the stage lasted a mere ten seconds.  I spot my mother with a camera in her hands and my father directing her to take the best angles.  But it’s my dear husband, Junmyeon, whose cheeks stain with tears.  He’s so far away and I can barely see him, but his tears reach my heart.  I burst into tears as I descend the stage not out of pride for completing my degree but out of happiness because I realized I found my happiness in life.  

As the ceremony concluded, students and their families reunite in hugs and proud congratulations.  Gripping onto my diploma, I search around, like a lost kitten, for my family.  There are just too many people, and yet, I spot the shiny bell around Junmyeon’s neck.  

“Jun—“

“Congratulations!” Lila shouts as she pounces onto me with a big panda bear hug.  “I’m so, so proud of you!!!”

“Thanks, Lila,” I reply and try to tear myself out of my overly-touched and sobbing best friend.  “Sorry, I’ll be right back!” I apologize.  By the time I look up again, I can no longer locate my husband.  So I did the next best thing by revisiting the seats where my family sat earlier.  Only my mother and father are present; immediately the woman tugs me to pose for pictures.  

“Mom, where’s Junmyeon?” I question the photography-addict for the third time.  

“Ah…Junmyeon…” she turns to her husband.

“…he said he needed to use the restroom,” my father answers, unaware that those are our code words used whenever Junmyeon felt a transformation coming soon.  Panicking, I tilt my head up to the sky to search for storm clouds but only discover the ever blaring egg yolk.  “He told me to hold onto this for him and that it’s your graduation present…but actually…he’s been gone for a while…” even the strict father-in-law starts to grow with worry.

I take the letter from his hands but daren’t open it due to my own fear.  The morning coughs start to echo in my mind.  His longing kisses and prolonged hugs.  He’s nearing the end of his life.  Tears start to brim in my eyes as I shake my head in denial.  My mother tugs on my sleeve and encourages me to look for him at the front gates.

“Perhaps, he thought we went to the exit already,” the older female stays positive.  

Nodding, I stuff the letter into my sleeve and run to the front gates in search for the love of my life.  “Junmyeon-ah!” I shout into the crowd.  But amidst sobbing proud parents and gleeful graduates, my voice drowns into nothingness.  Still, I continue to look around, even getting onto my knees in case Junmyeon had gotten soaked while going to the bathroom and transformed.  Bathrooms could have clogs, it could flood from leaky pipes or faulty faucets…Again and again, I try to calm myself.  But the crowd begins to disperse.  I tell my parents to go home first, lying that Junmyeon had planned a surprise treasure hunt for me.  With a fearful heart, I open the envelope addressed to “My Dearest Angel".

“My Love,

This is Junmyeon, also JunMeow, also Suho.  They say souls don’t really have identities; we all start as wandering formless air.  Human, cat, or dog, we all began as one and the same.  Only those lucky enough are given a physical form to represent themselves.  In my lifetime, I was lucky, not only once, but three times.  Three times, you gave me an identity when everyone saw me as a nobody.  You saved me when I no longer wanted to be saved.  

Thank you for loving Junmyeon, for loving JunMeow, for loving Suho.  Suho will always cherish the collar you wrapped around his neck when you accepted him as family.  JunMeow will always remember your sweet belly rubs, the cart of toys you spoiled him with, and the delicious homemade meals…And Junmyeon…Junmyeon wasn’t even supposed to exist.  You were the reason he came to life.  You are his everything.  He will always love you no matter where he is…

I will protect you always…”

Tears rid from my swollen orbs like waterfalls no matter how hard I try to choke them back.  I’m frustrated, confused, bewildered…and heartbroken.  Was this a break up letter?  A farewell letter?  A formal proposal?

“KIM JUNMYEON, YOU GET OVER HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANCE!” I sob loudly down the now empty streets.  

Withholding my breath for such a long time had finally taken a toll.  My knees lose their strength, buckle, and I collapse onto the floor in a weeping mess of a heap.  That’s when I heard a shuffle from behind a tree.  My head whips back and through my blurry vision, I spot a shadow.  His body trembles as he chokes back his sobs.

“KIM JUNMYEON!” I target.  As soon as I call out, he begins to dash off.  I lung myself up onto my feet and chase after him.  “KIM JUNMYEON, YOU STAND RIGHT THERE!” I demand.

Sobbing, he continues to run off.  Soft coughs rid from his throat.  If it weren’t his weakened health, he’d surely be miles ahead of me by now.  With one last push, I capture him by tossing myself and my arms around him.  The sudden imbalance causes both of us to topple over on the floor.  That’s when I notice the blood trickling down Junmyeon’s lips and covering his chin.  Trembling, I hold him and bring his head to rest against my chest.

“Wu-what’s going on?” I question.  A numbness starts to settle in.  He coughs again; more blood seeps out.  “Jun…Junmyeon-ah…” I struggle to collect myself at the sight of my love tormented with pain.  

Weakly, he lifts a hand up.  I grab it and bring it up to my cheeks.  “Let’s…let’s go to the hospital, Junmyeon,” I finally come up with a logical plan and try to lift him up.  “Hubby, don’t worry.  Nothing will happen to you.”  They’re words offered to myself as consolation.  Junmyeon squeezes my hand and shakes his head.  For when God opens His door to welcome His child back, even the most skilled doctors cannot change fate.  But stubborn and in denial, I try to hoist him up over and over again.  

“That’s enough now, My Love,” he concludes and gifts me a weak smile.  That’s enough, because I’ve tried.  That’s enough, because he was gifted three identities when the world told him he deserved none.  That’s enough, because he’s gotten the privilege to live through nine lives protecting the one he loved.  

“Babe…” I sob and hold his fragile form tightly against me.

“Thank you for coming into my life and giving me a purpose to live in dire times,” Junmyeon reveals words he thought he’d never have the chance to say.  “If there’s a next life,” his lips quiver, “I wish to be your real husband.”

“What are you talking about?!” I weep, “You are my real husband!”

A sad smile forms on his lips as he takes one last glimpse at the angel he fell in love with.  Even in this dying moment, he feels his heart enlarge with love for me.  “…I love you…” he whispers with his last breath.  His grip on my hand drops lifelessly, his head falls completely on my chest.  

“Junmyeon…Jun…” I bawl as a hole solidifies in my heart.  

Heartbroken tears shed themselves down my cheeks and chin, and coats Junmyeon’s beautiful face with everlasting love.  Rain…rain changes him.  But though it didn’t rain down from the Heavens, it rained in Junmyeon and my world that day.  Gradually, the human resting within my arm morphs back into his feline form.  His soft fur tickles my arms.  With him like this, it almost looks like he’s just asleep after a long game of red-light-green-light.  Sadly smiling, I cradle Suho within my arms and lean over to kiss him on the top of his head.

“I love you too…” I choke.  

~

“I have one last request,” Junmyeon bears the title of a greedy soul to plea before the Almighty.  “Make her forget about me…”  With a nod from God, he closes his eyes, letting his tears mix in with the Heavenly rain.

He took away my memory for the second time, but he couldn’t take away my love for him and the concrete evidence, such as the amethyst ring around my finger, the cat collar, and his farewell letter, even though it is now illegible due to the heavy rain after Junmyeon’s departure.  They said they found me alone and unconscious on the street.  My parents and friends all argue that I had hallucinated my husband’s presence.  

Then why, why do I feel this deeply rooted agonizing pain within my chest?   What must I do to see you again?  

~

Fur balls run everywhere in the cafe.  Excited guests shuffle in after waiting for hours in line to cuddle with the adorable feline friends.  Wiping off sweat from my forehead, I sprint around with a broom and get on my knees to change the litter boxes.  One cat may be a hassle but housing twenty little monsters made me a human slave.  

“Official cat lady,” my friend and business partner, Lila labels.  

I groan as I run a wet towel over every surface of the cafe to collect balls of fur, because apparently it is cat fur shedding season.  Every waking moment, I want to sneeze.  

“Meow~,” a small black kitten waddles over and hugs my ankle.  

But it is all worth it.  With a soft smile, I squat down to pick up the clingy baby.  “Sorry, Little One.  Even though you’re so cute, you still can’t be my #1.”

The kitten grumbles.

“You can be my #4, though!” I exclaim.

“Still thinking about them?” Lila asks, taking the kitty from my arms and nuzzling her nose against her soft tummy.  

My fingers fidget with the band and bell dangling from my neck.  “Yeah…” I admit.  It’s been five years...  

“Your therapist say anything?” my friend cautiously questions.

“She says I dreamt the whole thing up…” I sigh.

“But you have a ring and all.  JunMeow is definitely real; I remember him and he was in love with you!” Lila vouches for my side of the story.  

“Therapist said he might have ran away…”

The bubbly girl scoffs, “No way!  I’m positive JunMeow did not run away.  He was so attached to you.  Now, you tossing him out…I’m not sure…”

I narrow my eyes and roll a catalog up to smack her head.

“I’m certain he existed…” I muse as I run my thumb up and down the name tag.  “My JunMeow…My Suho…My Jun…” I close my eyes and think hard.

The door chime sounds, alerting both my friend and me.  Automatically, I get up and say, “Sorry, we’re closed for the…” My voice drowns as my eyes meet the familiar blue onyx orbs from my dreams.  They’re even more enchanting and loving, filled with so much emotions.  That jawline.  The spacious forehead.  Plump lips I used to kiss fifty times a day…

“Jun…Myeon…” I finish my sentence and stand there frozen in place.  

“My Love…”

I burst into tears at his response.  Slowly, all our memories returned back to me.  Our feet advance toward one another until toes tickle against toes.  We press our bodies against one another, hoping, wishing, to never separate ever again.  Loudly, I sob into his chest and he against my temple.  

A love so deep like ours, touched the heart of God and gifted Junmyeon the tenth and final life as a human.  

“Junmyeon…” I bawl and suffocate myself into his chest.  

“I’m sorry, My Love…” my husband cries along.  He had thought I had forgotten him and prepared himself to spend the entirety of his tenth life silently cheering me on from the shadows.  “I’m…back…now…”

With water-filled orbs, I look up at him, pull him by the collar, and captured his juicy lips with mine in a fervent kiss.  It’s been way too long - way too long.  Our hands automatically run down each others' bodies.

“Alright.  Okay.  Wow!  Gotta run!” Lila, who had just finished putting the cats asleep in the back playroom, babbles.  She pretends to shiver and darts for the door.  “Blackie is still kinda chilling back there so please—“  Junmyeon tosses my top and it lands inches from Lila’s foot.  “Eep!  BYE!” she shouts, “And use protection!  Twenty cats is enough, we don’t need human babies running around for at least another three years.”

I shut her off with a deep moan.  

“OKAY BYE!”

Once she’s gone, I smirk and grab onto Junmyeon’s top with the intention of discarding it.  I pause.  “Cats Are Devil’s Spawn,” the familiar t-shirt read.  

“What?” I let go of his shirt, straighten up, and scoff.  Junmyeon blinks, confused by my sudden withdrawal.  With arms crossed over my chest, I grumpily say, “Cats are all sweet and cuddly cute angels.”

My husband burst out laughing.  “This is the only shirt I could find when I arrived back on Earth.  I had hid it in my cave slash.”

Still, I pout and shake my head in disapproval.  

“Then, would you do the honor and take it off me?” Junmyeon naughtily wiggles his brows and suggests.

Despite my desire to keep my poker face, the corners of my lip twitches.  Ah, whatever.  Turning again with a look of amusement, I catwalk toward my beau.  I grab his shirt and announce, “Things are about to get feisty in here.”  

Chuckling, Junmyeon places his palm behind my neck, leans in, and whispers into my ear, “Baby, let’s make love.”

And love we did.  Now.  Always.  Forever.

“KIM JUNMEOW!” I scream.

A/N: (=^･ｪ･^=) / There you have it!!! Epilogue of My Husband, Kim JunMeow! I hope you guys enjoyed the silly little story!!! Hopefully, I’ll be back soon!!!

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03/19/2017 DAB Transcript

Numbers 28:16-29:40 ~ Luke 3:23-38 ~ Psalm 62:1-12 ~ Proverbs 11:18-19

Today is the 19th day of March.  Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible and welcome to a brand new, shiny, sparkly new week just waiting for us to live into it and make it our own as we walk with God.  So here we are, brand new week.  We’ll read from the New Living Translation this week and we’ll go back out into the desert in the book of Numbers with the children of Israel.  Moses, a figure that we’ve gotten to know and we’ve been traveling with for a long time now is reaching the end of his life and all that comes next is before us.  Before this week is out, we’ll complete the book of Numbers.  So here we go, Numbers chapter 28, verse 16 through 29, verse 40 today.  

Prayer

Father, here we are at the threshold of a shiny new week and we offer this week to you and we welcome your word into our hearts.  As we read in the book of Luke today, we see, Jesus, where you fit in the human story, in the human ancestry going all the way back to the beginning.  And even as we read those names, family trees can be tedious, but we’re seeing the names of people we have met and gotten to know their stories all the way back and you are a part of that story and we are a part of that story.  So Father, as you say in the book of Proverbs, godly people find life and that is the part of the story we have always been searching for, to find life.  And we’ve defined that in all kinds of ways, but when we boil it down to its essence, it is that we are here and that we are conscious and that we are aware of your presence in our lives.  So help us, Father, by the power of your Holy Spirit to keep it simple, to keep it there, to understand that it is a gift that we are breathing oxygen, that it is a gift that we have the essence and awareness and consciousness of you.  So we want to collaborate with you in this week in every way we know how and then by the Holy Spirit's power in every way that we have no idea how.  So come. Jesus, come into this week.  We offer it to you for your use and for your glory and we thank you for letting us participate in this grand story of mankind intertwined with its creator as it was intended.  Come Jesus, we pray.  In your mighty name we ask, amen.

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And that's it for today.  I'm Brian. I love you.  I’ll be waiting for you here tomorrow.  

Community Prayer Requests and Praise Reports

Heavenly Father, thank you for a beautiful new day.  Thank you for life, enabling us to live, move and have our being in you.  Thank you, Lord, that you are going before us and you are also beside us.  You will not abandon us.  You will not leave us to conquer this world alone.  You have already conquered it.  You are victorious and because of that promise and that awareness of who you are and your sovereignty, we move forward with peace, with confidence in you and with joy.  I rebuke the demon of depression and the temptation to stay in a place of self-centeredness and focusing on those challenges and those problems and those issues that plague us as individuals.  Instead, I pray that you will break our hearts for a cause, for a group, for something that we can put our attention on and that we can put our love for you into so that we won't be lost in that cycle of focusing on ourselves and our problems, our challenges and even our disappointments like the children of Israel in that wandering season, focusing on the things that they didn’t realize God had still waiting for them ahead in the future.  Instead of maturing and focusing on praising him for bringing them out of slavery, they spent their time complaining and wallowing in their worries of day-to-day life.  We know that you are victorious.  We know that you have already provided for us.  I pray that we are able to see that today as we move forward. Alright, hopefully that was two minutes.

Hi family.  It's Shannon from Texas.  Sheila called in from Texas not too long ago and mentioned that we should start giving to the DAB.  I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now and I thought, you know, it is really insane that I have not been giving.  I’ve been praying for some financial issues for a __________ time and I thought why am I not giving to the greatest blessing of my life?  I’ve been listening for three years and I’ve given to church, a church that I don’t even go to regularly, to people __________ social work, I gave clients and an ungodly amount of money to Starbucks and I just wanted to challenge everyone that is especially asking God for maybe a different job or a house, needs a new car, anything, to start giving __________. That's what I'm going to do is have it drafted monthly and then challenge myself to go up every three months or something like that.  Thank you, Sheila, for calling in about that because I was just thinking why __________. No wonder God hasn’t answered some of those prayers about what I’ve been asking for because I haven’t been fulfilling my obligation.  And then I'm going to call back when he starts to answer some of the things that I’ve been asking for.  I just want to challenge everyone to start doing that as well and then you can call back and talk about it.  Love you guys.  Bye-bye.

This call is for Candace from Oregon.  Sister, I just heard your prayer request there about your husband.  I just want you to know, sister, that I love you. I'm praying for you.  You’re not alone.  Lord, I pray for comfort and healing for this family.  Please be with them and help them and show yourself in this situation so you can be glorified, Lord.  We praise you and we love you.  In Jesus’ name we pray.  Amen.  

Hi Daily Audio Bible family.  This is Stanley from Maryland.  This is my second time calling.  I am a two-year listener for the DAB.  Hey, I am a little depressed and very weary and I feel like I can’t go on.  I'm a first-year teacher in Washington, D.C., at a school in southeast Washington, D.C., and I'm here to hopefully teach these students and instill some character and some knowledge into them, but they are constantly challenging me, challenging my authority and constantly pushing buttons, so I'm just doubting my own self and I know God has placed me here for a reason, but I'm asking for prayer to just figure out what it is that God is calling me to do here.  I'm always working and doing lesson plans and staying up late trying to figure out what it is that I'm supposed to be doing and if I'm doing a good job or if I need to switch something up so that I can do a better job.  I'm doing the best I can, but I need some prayer for confidence and for strength and for assurance that God has me here for a reason.  I love you all and I thank God for all of you. I thank God for this opportunity to ask for prayer.  Have a blessed rest of your day.  Bye.  

Good morning family.  This is Biola from Maryland.  I hope you’re all doing well.  Brian and Jill, God bless you.  Jill, I'm praying for the More Conference, that the Lord will bring every woman to Atlanta, GA safely, in the name of Jesus, that he will have his way in each person's life, in the name of Jesus, and that no one who goes to that conference will go back home the same way, in Jesus’ name.  I pray that the Lord will provide for everyone that wants to go and doesn’t have the funds to go, that the Lord would put funds in your hands. Sisters, if you haven’t registered for the More Conference, it hasn’t closed yet.  Go and register.  God bless you.  Candace from Oregon, oh, I'm praying for your husband, sister.  I pray in the name of Jesus that God would touch his body.  There is nothing that he cannot do.  I join the thousands of others praying on his behalf and I pray that the Lord of heaven will arise with healing in his wings over him, in the name of Jesus.  Father, I pray that you would touch this man, O God, Lord, that you will make your name even be glorified in this situation, in the name of Jesus.  And that you will comfort Candace, O God, Lord, and all the loved ones, in Jesus’ name.  Al, I heard your prayer request.  I'm praying for you, that God would give your wife a new direction over whether she should move back or whether you should move there.  Whatever it is, I pray that God would give your hearts direction and it will help you even to do what you’re supposed to do concerning coming back together so that you can be there in your daughter's life, that God who provided that job will provide a job even in the same location for both of you so that you can be together, in the name of Jesus.  Gigi, know that I rejoiced with you when I heard your prayer that God has healed you. Salvation is Mine, know that I'm praying for you.  May the Lord comfort you at this time.  God bless you.

Good morning DAB family.  Continuing my message about calling in when God leads it on your heart.  I woke up this morning, March 16th, with Candace in Oregon on my mind.  Candace, I am standing in the gap with you in what you’re going through with the passing of your husband, Brad.  I won't pretend to know what you’re going through, but I just imagine it is a time of confusion.  One, I know how faithful you are, how you have been such an encouragement to this community, but I also know that death is something that we just can’t expect how to deal with.  So I want to let you know, Candace, that you’re in my prayers, you’re in my thoughts.  I thank God for bringing you through this new chapter in your life.  I thank you that you called in.  I thank you for the contribution that you give to this community.  And I'm going to read Psalm 23 in honor of your husband, Brad, this morning.  I'm actually calling from work which is something I’ve never done.  I always call from the privacy of my home, but I am learning that when God leads me, to do what it is he's calling and that reiterates the message that Drew from the Bay Area has been calling in.  Thank you, my brother Drew.  I love you and I'm trying to be obedient to God.  Brian and Jill, I thank you so much.  Everyone behind the scenes at DAB, you are such a blessing.  I don’t know what we would all do without this community.  I love you. In Jesus’ name I pray, amen. Cheers!  Asia from Munich.