#and the baby is good and her father is good and the tortoise is good so we're all good

[iamheretemporarly]

Alright yall are getting my good ol tmnt iteration and my new obsession rn

Ok so

Teenage mutant ninja turtles: Land over water"

(first of all i wanna thank @lieutenantbiscute cause she was such a help in making this)

The reason behind the name of the au originated from the species of the turtles

These guys are tortoises in this, bot turtles, so by nature they'd prefer land over water.

Here's the species of each turtle

LEONARDO:

A pancake tortoise

He is the shortest and smallest but he's also the eldest, he's chill most of the time, but worries too when in mother hen mode, he's the medic and leader but donnie is also secondary medic when leo is out of commission, he's got sass and a cain instinct

DONATELLO :

He's an elongated tortoise

he's the second eldest, he's the genius and secondary medic of the fam, he makes the medicine that leo uses, he's a worry worm, anxious, but also calm and collected when needed to be

MICHAELANGELO:

He's a Russian tortoise

He's the middle child, very funny and laid back, doesn't take stuff seriously but mostly to hide the fact that he's worried or scared, optimistic and a jokester

RAPHAEL:

He's a galapagos tortoise

Yes he is the youngest, yet he's still a hot head, but a bit toned down because he's so damn huge based on his specie

He likes to make fun if leo for his height a lot and calls him "fearless pancake", he's snarky, sassy and sarcastic but also affectionate and caring

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As for splinter, i kind of swapped the whole thing

In this au the backstory of the hamato family goes like this:

Gamato yoshi the heaf of the hamato clan and Tang shen get together and have a beautiful baby girl named Miwa and years later adopt a little boy named saki

Saki and miwa are pretty close siblings, however jealousy sparked in between

You see, when it came to the art of ninjitsu, miwa aways proved to be better than saki in evry single way

And saki was jealous, however that jealousy burned into hatred when on the night their father was to choose a new head of the hamato clan, he chose miwa

And on the same night, the dark truth of his origins belonging to the foot clan that got wiped by the clan that raised him

He was angry, jealous and vengeful

He manipulated the hamto clan into his favour, and those who refused got killed

Tang shen didn't survive

Hamato yoshi did barely

And karai managed to escape to new york

But

Before she did she had to pay a cost

The hamato family had a chemical business on the side, and in her fight against her brother he used the ooz against her, little did he know that she had her four pet tortoise tots on her, who also got splashed by the ooze

She got mutated into a snake while her tortoises mutated into more humanoid looks

In new york she took shelter in the sewers and changed her name into karai

She raised her boys and taught them the art of ninjitsu, and down the road she'd teach them the spiritual arts

Bits that's a story for another day :)

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Yeah, splinter in this is karai instead of yoshi, yoshi is the turtles grandpa that they don't know is alive and assumed him dead he's also blind btw

Saki or the shredder is karai's brother instead of father

[leejenowrld]

Sooo my question for jeno and y/n aka THE CUTEST AND HOTTEST AND BEST POWER COUPLE EVER 🤚💕 ( I love them too much for my own good I swear-)

Jeno pookie bear 💐

♡ What were your first thoughts of y/n?

♡ would you get y/n a huge own personal library in your future house *caugh caugh villa* ( that you are working on, don't worry I won't tell y/n 🤫) ? Like the one in beauty and the beast with sliding stairs and all?

♡ What if y/n wanted like 5 tortoises, 3 guinea pigs, 2 bunnies, 1 dog and 4 cats? And gave them silly little names like Popcorn, Fluffy, Cookie, Floof, Snuggles, Bowie, Pinkie

♡ Going book shopping with y/n? Holding her lovingly from behind and kissing her temple from time to time, picking up every.single.book. y/n shows interest in and obv buying her books. Leaving the bookstore with like 20+ books

For both of my cuties 🌸

Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Who is the bigger simp/ more down bad / more whipped

The first thing that comes to mind when thinking of each other?

Everyone says that y/n is the clingy one but I swear on my pinky that it's actually Jeno ✊

I kinda escalated slightly... ooosie doopsie 🤭

MWUAH MHUAW 💋💋

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i love these questions 🥹🥹🥹also i love how much you know about jeno and yn like wow. i love you for this. you really have done your research and paid attention baby!!

jeno - do you want me to be honest? i thought she was really fucking pretty. i remember getting hard. i was a bit hungover in that meeting we had with the professor so idk if i thought she was pretty in a sexual way or a cute way, probably both. (probably sexually, why do i remember getting high) as my girl, i currently think she’s pretty sexy and pretty cute yk. i also remember finding her laugh and smile so fucking cute. i remember being attracted to her and thinking what the fuck? what is happening to me? at that time i was adamant that i wouldn’t fall in love, not now atleast. i was confused but it didn’t take long before i just gave in and trusted my feelings (and my baby) and just let myself fall in love with her.

jeno - you better not tell her about it or else 🔪🔪yeah i’m being serious. i told the girls and those dumbasses nearly spilled. anyways. that’s a really good idea? she has two rooms just for her in the house, one of them is a massive libary room and i’ve already filled it with all my love’s favourite books and books for her to read but holy shit… the staircase idea is really good? definitely gonna think about it because i know she’ll love it and i’m only doing this to make her happy because she’s the loml

jeno - at first i’d just shout at her i’m not gonna lie. and i’m not gonna feel guilty because it literally turns her on when i yell at her. anyways i’d be mad because i know her, i know that she’ll make me take care of them. i know her. but she has me wrapped around her little finger so let’s be real, i’ll probably become the father and co owner of 6 fucking animals

jeno - love taking my sweetheart to her favourite places. as much as i love our more adventurous dates with end up with her riding my cock in public or just full on all over me, i love taking her to libraries and book shops. she gets so excited and so cute and so clingy. whenever i tell her i’m treating her and taking her to the bookstore you should see the way her face lights up, so fucking beautiful. she always dresses so pretty and it kills me. mmmh yeah ur right, she’ll be looking at the books and i’ll be holding her lovingly from behind, back hugs, kisses to her neck, whispering to her how in love i am. i kiss her all over. and yes, more times than none she’s left with 20+ books and i’ll do it for her time and time again. my baby deserves the world

yn - i’d say we’re the case in which we both fell for each other around the same time and we both fell harder. it was beautiful. our hearts became one.

jeno - as soon as i enter the door she has her lips around my cock so i’d say it’s her. needy baby always needs my eyes on her 24/7, idk what she’d do without my attention

yn - jen is delusional! it’s him. he’s my biggest hype man, i’ll show him what i’m wearing and send photos and he’ll hype me up and make me feel as sexy as my girls do. but like he’s my man so imagine how hot and sexy he can be. also he’s always all over me, i don’t need to be doing anything, i can just be standing there, literally breathing in the air and suddenly his cock is out and it’s hard and he’s moaning and he’s taking my clothes off and then he’ll have me there on the floor or just standing up 🙈

jeno - it’s just clouds and angels. i see my future and who i want to be the mother of my children. i see the woman i want to love forever and grow old with until we die

yn - how mature he is, emotionally and physically. it’s sexy. and how he makes me laugh and how i can always go to him for anything. the support and love i receive it’s just… wow. i know and appreciate how lucky and cherished i am, always and forever

yn - thank you!!!

jeno - she’s the clingy one and all our friends think it

[hopeaterart]

Aaaaand I'm done for busts of other characters in TMNT: From the Hidden City because I didn't feel like drawing fullbody refs! In order from left to right (and under the cut because this is long), we have:

Slash, the leader of the Animal 5, an amateur garage band/vigilante group in the Hidden City. He's a tortoise yokai, and somewhat hostile to the Turtles at first since they seemingly came out of nowhere during the Tournament. Nonetheless, his heart is in the good place.

Mona Lisa, a member of the Animal 5. She's a salamander/axolotl-like alien, and her temper (which matches Raph's easily) doesn't undermine her intelligence. She and Raph quickly bond over how much they have in common once the initial hostilities are gone.

Leatherhead, a member of the Animal 5. Unlike the others, he's a mutant, mutated from a baby alligator that was splashed in Mutagen the night the Turtles were made. Unlike the Turtles, he didn't get the luck of a caring parent when he somehow escaped back in New York, and was forced into horrible things by his captor. Nonetheless, he was eventually able to find his way back to the Hidden City. Despite his scary appearance, he's a sweetheart.

Mondo Gecko, a member of the Animal 5. He's a lizard yokai and an otherwise regular civilian in the Hidden City, content with living a simple life. He got in the Battle Nexus on a bet and for a chance at the prize money, but found a talent for fighting along the way. He's the more relaxed member of the Animal 5, and was the one who came up with being a band to cover their vigilante activities.

Miyamoto Usagi, an apprentice member of the Hidden City's old guard. He's very dedicated to his training, and his peers describe him as incredibly mature and talented for his age. The only person who's been able to get underneath his mask is Leo, who's earnestness and kind heart are able to drag out Usagi's own inner child. He has a strange power that allows him to peer in other universes, and often uses it to ask advice from a certain older, more experienced version of himself.

Shinigami, a sorceress who was born in the Foot. She's Karai's most trusted associate and long-time girlfriend. Compared to said girlfriend, she's much more laidback and casual, and more willing to have fun on missions. She's still very much loyal to her. Some could argue she's more loyal to Karai than she is to the Clan... her magic allows her to hypnotize people and transform into a cat.

Jennika, a member of the Animal 5 and a frog yokai. She's actually a spy for the Foot, having been recruited during the Battle Nexus by Karai. She keeps them updated of what's happening in the Hidden City, but slowly comes to questions herself as the story progresses. She fights like a boxer, and can secrete poison.

Koya, a bird Yokai and a recent addition to the Foot. She was recruited during the Battle Nexus by Karai, and is part of her squad as a scout, archer, and air fighter. She's quick to attack and dislikes hesitation, conflating it with cowardice. Once Karai leaves the Foot, she very quickly realizes how insane everyone in it truly is without a buffer (Karai), but she believes that leaving now wouldn't do any good.

Bepop and Rocksteady, two thugs who were mutated by Draxum during his test runs of the second iteration of mutagen. They were hired by the Foot as muscle before Donnie could administer the retromutagen, and they often serve as comedic relief to Karai. The both of them are also complete idiots.

Goro and Blaze, Karai's mentors and technically her adoptive fathers. When Shredder isn't around, they run the Foot Clan to the best of their abilities. Goro knows bits of magic, and Blaze possesses enough brute strength to level a building.

Kirby O'Neil, April's father. He's a comic writer and illustrator, and created a relatively obscure comic that's just popular enough to pay the bills. Even so, he has an additional dayjob as an editor for a journal so he can make sure his daughter doesn't miss of anything. He's a hardworking man who often worries for his daughter, but can clearly see that she's at her happiest being friends with four green weirdos. His necklace is a gift from his late wife...

Lou Jitsu, Splinter's former identity. Martial Arts master. Even better at improvising with things such as ladders and fish. Movie star and celebrity. Bisexual icon. Once yelled out 'Hot Soup' instead of 'Hatsu' during the heat of a fight and it became his catchphrase. Has had it enough with the casual racism and homophobia of the early 2000 that he ran off to another dimension to marry his girlfriend. Certified monsterfucker.

Dr. Honeycutt, a technical war criminal from another galaxy. Regretful of his past as a weapon maker, he escaped to Earth where he was found by the Hamato clan. He is a friendly being, who's regret over making weapons have made him take a vow of pacifism he swore not to break.

And the Crying Titan, also known as Venus. She crashed onto Earth a few millenias ago, and is responsible for a bunch of things. From creating Yokai-kind (accident) to giving the founders of the Hamato clan their powers (willing). Baron Draxum was her student, and his mourning of her death at the hands of a nascent Foot Clan quite literally resulted in him creating the Hidden City.

If you have questions about any of them, or the plot of TMNT: From the Hidden City, don't hesitate to send me an ask!

[stealsh0e]

MR PRESIDENT!!! IS IT TRUE YOU'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR TWO BODYGUARDS?!?!?!?! AAAAAAA IM BEING GRABBED HELP MEEE GUYS AAAA

I have so many new inside job ocs I wanna show you GUYSS but im starting with these guys!! Also sorry for the awkwrd formatting my phones busted and IDK how desktop tumblr rlly works LMAO.

Special Agent Tortoise (He/Him) and Vita (She/They) descriptions below:

First we have special Agent "Tortoise", real name classified but he is an individual from 13th century Scotland who ended up making some deals with rather...unsavoury individuals of both human and inhuman origin, most of which he was unable to repay, and thus they sealed him away in an amulet and made those he held dearest pay his debts. Since then he has been encased, mostly forgotten to time and forced to reflect on his former life. The amulet has the power of possesion, but only with dead bodies, and he now enters the 21st century in his 5th.

After a good few years of familiarising himself with the world, he was approached by the US government after gaining wind that he had claimed a host, wanting to utilise his many abilities for their own cause. After striking a deal, he agreed and has worked with them for many years, though it hasn't been pleasant or easy for either side. Now he has been placed on--as he puts it--baby sitting duty to keep a close eye on the President and act as a middle man between Cognito and the deeper side of the US Government. Tortoise knows Glenn and Orca, as he and Glenn served in the same regiment and then years later he would become Orca's mentor before she left to join Cognito. "Tortoise and Glenn do not get along" is an understatement, and often you have to yell at them both to put their guns down when an argument gets too heated.

Vita is part of a group of Eldritch beings who have come to Earth and intergrated themselves into society through the means of porclain bodies. These bodies are a mixture of puppetry and bisque dolls, moved around and maniulated freely by their true forms within. Sent here on a scouting mission, Vita found herself curious about humans more than intended, and enjoys her mission despite knowing the fact that they may one day have to leave Earth. Vita was approached by the Robes, with the promise of showing them "human life as intended", and present day remains an ally of theirs.

Presently, they are placed as a less obvious bodyguard for the president. Her duty to her fellow eldritch beings outweighs her alliance to Cognito, so taking on this relatively small task was of no hidnernace to her. They know Otto, much more than Otto would like to admit honestly. Vita knows Otto's father, a being who would very much like to know where his child has been for the past millenia. Other than Otto, Vita does not interact with anyone at Cognito much, much prefering to observe and ask questions when it suits them.

In regards to each other, Vita and Tortoise do butt head. Vita is one to ask many questions, and Tortoise is very secretitve due to feeling shameful about his muddy past. Though they do balance each other out, which is why they were made partners on this assignment, with Tortoise being the brains (used loosely he's not always a genius) and Vita being the brawn (she has a 50/50 success rate on actually catching the bad guy, struggles with noticing subtletises in human emotions).

[razieltwelve]

Hanging Out (Final Rose)

Sephiroth glanced over the fence. Mako had ambled through the little gate built into the fence to ‘hang out’ with the other ‘cool creatures’ as Diana had put it. In other words, the tortoise was spending time with Strangles and Diana’s menagerie of animal minions.

He was confident that Diana would not allow any of the animals to bully Mako, and Mako and Strangles did get along very well. Nevertheless, he resolved to keep a close eye on the tortoise lest something go awry. It was strange. He’d not had Mako for very long, but he’d already grown very fond of the reptile. Perhaps he was getting soft in his old age.

“Really?” Jihl asked. “Peeking over the fence to keep an eye on Mako, father?”

Sephiroth didn’t take his eyes away from the gathering. “It is the prudent thing to do.”

“He’ll be fine. Diana’s minions all know who he is, and Strangles is with him. Besides, Diana is there too, and she would never allow anyone to pick on Mako.”

“Even so...”

Mako seemed to be deep in conversation with the various other animals that had gathered to spend time with Diana in the front yard. It was, apparently, standard practice whenever Diana’s sister and cousin were both away at the same time. Taren was there too, and the toddler was happily cuddling a baby raccoon.

“That’s a lucky raccoon,” Jihl murmured.

“Oh?”

“There is a hierarchy of spots,” Jihl explained. “With Diana’s lap being the best spot followed by Averia and then Taren and Fang.”

“What about Lightning?”

“The animals know better than to try to sneak onto her lap although she does have a soft spot for a few of them,” Jihl replied with a snicker.

“How do you know this?” Sephiroth asked.

“Jahne asked Diana about it once, and she gave her a chart.” Jihl paused. “You should see the one Diana made for the hierarchy amongst her animal minions. It’s surprisingly complex.”

“I can imagine,” Sephiroth drawled. Mako and a raccoon were now seemingly discussing fruit with the mammal offering the reptile several to choose from. A pair of goslings climbed up onto Diana’s shoulders, and a handful of squirrels climbed down from a tree to munch on some of the nuts Diana had brought out. “She really does take good care of them, doesn’t she?”

“That’s why she’s their ‘boss’. You will be pleased to know that all of them have standing orders to help Mako if they ever see him in trouble.”

“That is reassuring,” Sephiroth said. “Although I would never allow him to come to harm.”

“Of course, father.” Jihl bit back a grin. “Have you chosen a vet for him yet?”

“Professor Dia is his vet,” Sephiroth replied crispy. “I will accept only the best for Mako.”

“Naturally.” Jihl found it amusing that her father had sought out perhaps the smartest person in history to tend to his tortoise... and it was even more amusing that Vanille had agreed. Despite her very busy schedule, the redhead made time for any number of other pursuits, and veterinary work was something she enjoyed, albeit less frequently than she would prefer. “And if she is not available?”

“I have several extremely skilled veterinarians on speed dial,” Sephiroth said. “And agreements to see them at a moment’s notice in case of emergency.”

“You’re well prepared.”

“Preparation is essential to success.” Sephiroth turned away from the gathering, satisfied that Mako was enjoying himself. “Have you and Lebreau considered getting a pet? The children have mentioned wanting one to me a few times.”

Jihl inclined her head. “We have been considering it quite a bit, actually. However, we’ve yet to decide. We’ve given ourselves a deadline for the end of next month to make our choice.”

“What have you been considering?” Sephiroth asked. “There are a range of pets available with our influence and connections, ranging from more mundane animals to the more exotic... and battle capable.”

“Jahne is quite insistent that we obtain a Mistral tiger.”

Sephiroth blinked. “A Mistral tiger? Assuming you could obtain one and assuming you could train it, I don’t think it’s legal to keep one in this area.”

“That is correct,” Jihl said. “Leblanc suggested a Yun great eagle.”

Sephiroth stared at her flatly. “A Yun great eagle? There’s no chance whatsoever of that.”

“Neo’s suggestion was actually the most sensible. She suggested getting a chocobo, preferably a suitably menacing black and red one.”

“Hmmm... that would be very practical, and a black and red chocobo would offer considerable protection.” Sepiroth was well acquainted with chocobos. They were formidable creatures and could easily be trained to work well with children, especially if they were raised alongside those children. “What have you and Lebreau been thinking of?”

“Are you familiar with the Vacuo giant mongoose?” Jihl asked.

“Hmm... not particularly.”

“Think of a mongoose that’s about the same size as a large dog. They’ve been kept by various nomadic tribes and clans for centuries, such as the Al Bhed. They’re fiercely loyal to their keepers, can be trained to an excellent standard, and have powerful protective instincts.”

“Combat capabilities?” Sephiroth asked.

“Considerable. They have outstanding speed and agility, and their Aura usage is exemplary. Amongst the Al Bhed, they are used as sentries, hunting companions, and allies against the Grimm. They will generally engage the opponent, using their speed and agility to evade attacks and strike vulnerable areas while their human or Faunus keepers attack at range or exploit the openings they create with melee weapons.”

“And they are legal to keep in this area?”

“They’re classified in much the same way as Mistral giant jungle rats,” Jihl explained. “We are thinking of getting two of them just so they have company if we’re all out of the house for some reason or another.”

“Will they live in the house?” Sephiroth asked.

“Amongst the Al Bhed they generally split their time indoors and in burrows located alongside the homes of their keepers. There are several good spots on our property to situate a burrow that will allow them to intercept intruders or retreat indoors if required.”

“How will you obtain them?”

“I am known to the Al Bhed,” Jihl said. “And Lebreau has done frequent business with them. Acquiring a pair should not be difficult at all.”

“Good. I look forward to seeing them, and I’m sure the children will be pleased.” Sepiroth paused. “They won’t go after Strangles, will they?”

Jihl shook her head. “No. While it is true that wild mongooses will target snakes, a trained mongoose will not attack a snake it has been taught to recognise as a friend. We shall, of course, make it clear that Strangles is not to be harmed, nor are any of the other animals that live in the neighbourhood. In any case, Strangles never goes anywhere without Diana or some of her drones to defend him.”

“Excellent. If Strangles were to be harmed, I know Mako would be quite upset. And Diana... well, I don’t think you would have any mongooses left if they laid so much as a claw on Strangles. Of course, should the mongooses prove friendly, I’ve no doubt that Diana will spoil them rotten and attempt to subvert them to her cause.”

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Telesphorus (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Rusty by his mother & siblings

Age- 15 (immortal)

Location- Kos, Olympius

Personality- He's generally introverted, intuitive, & prospective, nearly on the cusp of adulthood. He's also quite smart, being a young man of a few words.

He has the standard abilities of a god. As the god of rehabilitation he also shares some abilities of his family members like vitakinesis & medical omniscience. He also has the ability of necropsy mastery, much to his eldest sister's delight.

Even though Rusty lives in Kos with his mom Epione (goddess of soothing pain), he & his baby sister attend schools in New Olympus. Some of his godly schoolmates include Eileithyia (goddess of childbirth), Eirene (goddess of peace), Eiresione (Ren) (goddess of offerings), Eunomia (goddess of law & legislation), Heimarmene (Marnie) (goddess of shared fate), Philautia (goddess of self love), Eleos (Ellie) (goddess of mercy, pity, & compassion), and a new student Circe (goddess of sorcery). At school, he mostly keeps to himself, though he does have one good friend‐ Cedalion (demi-god of smithing ore). Rusty is also cool with Dysnomia (goddess of anarchy & lawlessness), Koalemos (god of foolishness), and Theodon (god of reality, uncertainty, & fate).

At home, he has a few pets including an english mastiff named Norman and a baby hippocampus named Buoy.

His go-to drink is an iced coffee added with almond milk. He also likes water, orange juice, lemon-lime flavored sparkling water, iced tea, pineapple juice, lychee soda, and aloe vera juice. Usuals from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized iced coffee & a large iced green tea.

He loves getting the chicken salad sandwich from The Bread Box for lunch.

Rusty has a fairly good relationship with his mom & siblings. On the weekends- Rusty and his baby sister Aceso (goddess of healing) will once again travel to New Olympus to visit their father at his guest cottage. He even partakes in Aceso's tea parties & taught her how to swim. Rusty also interns for his older sister Iaso (goddess of cures & remedies) at the coroner's office. In New Olympus, Rusty also likes visiting his older sister Hygieia (goddess of hygiene & cleanliness).

Despite keeping his emotions bottled up, he's worried that his parents won't reconcile. When visiting his father Asclepius (god of medicine), Rusty will often try to get him to spend time outside, but his father normally doesn't budge. Rusty & his dad will generally tend to the snakes, collect herbs in the garden, play card games, and watch TV.

In the pantheon, Rusty particularly dislikes Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning), Hades (god of the dead), and Thanatos (god of death), due to his father's punishment. He is a fan of Hermes' video games.

His favorite treats are his mom's frozen Greek vanilla yogurt pops & older sister Hygieia's fruit salad.

Rusty also likes bike riding with his aunt Aegle (goddess of good health) whenever she stops by for a visit.

A guilty pleasure for him are an order of avocado egg rolls and small scallion noodles from Garden Gatherings.

Rusty likes his brother-in-law Machaon fine enough. He's a bit more closer to Podalirius, the boyfriend of his sister Panacea (goddess of universal remedy). When he went to Tricca for a weekend vacation, Rusty & Podalirius spent the day at the beach surfing.

He's even a registered lifeguard!

When he's not in school, Rusty usually spends his time swimming (in his family's Olympic-sized indoor pool), fishing, sailing, bike riding, skateboarding, or working on his drawings. He can play the violin & ukulele.

He has not had his first kiss yet. Rusty came close with a mortal girl (who was also his Underworld Studies class partner), but got cold feet. In the pantheon, he does have crushes on Chelone (goddess of tortoises), Britomartis (goddess of mountains, hunting, & fishing nets), and Peitho (goddess of persuasion & sensuality).

Some of his favorite meals include his mom's slow cooker coconut soup (added with spinach, snow peas, scallions, tofu, & bean sprouts), Iaso's pesto noodles, and Panacea's rainbow collard wraps with peanut butter dipping sauce.

"Whoever said laughter is the greatest medicine is obviously a fool."

[saharavalleyofdeath]

BatFam OC headcanons Pt. 2

Ramona Todd-Harper

Adopted daughter of Jason Todd and Roy Harper.

Full legal name is Ramona Luisa Todd-Harper

When she was 8 her mother and father gave her to Jason as Red Hood because they were going to die.

Jason was going to put her in an orphanage but realized they had a connection and decided to take her in.

They became very close and about 2 years later he was able to adopt her. (Lots of legal stuff had to happen first)

When Ramona was about 12 Jason and Roy got married.

Lian came into the picture about a year later.

Ramona and Lian are really close. She is also close with Roy. He even taught her archery.

When Ramona is around 15 she became a vigilante called Bluejay. She uses daggers and throwing knives and occasionally a bow and arrow.

She became a vigilante with Crash, her best friend.

Everyone called them the Arkham Duo.

Ramona is Pan romantic and Asexual.

Her girlfriend's name is Maria Prince.

Her friend group consists of: Crash Quinzel (the crazy gay friend), Maria Prince (the Amazonian Lesbian, and Ramona's girlfriend), Blaise Addams (the angry bisexual), and Kaity Davis (the confused/oblivious bisexual)

Eventually this friend group becomes the Arkham Five.

They keep it a secret from the Batfam/Harley and Ivy for about two years.

Ramona loves all of her uncles equally(not really)

Ramona is either the Mom Friend or the Chaotic Gremlin. There is no in between

She has a phobia of Hospitals and doctors

Slight autism

PTSD

Anxiety

She has a Cane Corso named Hawk

Crash Quinzel

Real name is Charles Stone Quinzel

He got his nickname because he was very uncoordinated and crash into everything

He is the adopted son of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn

He was found on their doorstep

Poison Ivy is Mom

Harley Quinn is Mama/Ma

He has a Rooster named Cluck Norris and an African Helmeted Tortoise named Bodee

He is a Gay extrovert

His boyfriend is Blaise Addams who is a bisexual introvert

ADHD

PTSD

Claustrophobic

Loves pranks/pranking

Lobe piercings

Hates bullies and snitches

He is pretty mechanical and likes making things

SOFT BOI VIBES

Tall and skinny

He has blonde hair that has a faded dye job of pink and blue cotton candy coloring

Protective of his friends and family

He is of course Ramona's Best friend and they do everything together

Many people think they are dating.

They are not

His vigilante alias is Party Crasher

Maria Prince

Full name is Maria Hera Prince

Maria Prince is the adopted daughter of Diana Prince/Wonder Woman

She was taught in the Amazonian ways

Big lesbian

Hated Blaise at first

Ramona's girlfriend

Loves having cute aesthetic dates

Fear of disappointing her loved ones

Anxiety

PTSD

Has a Cane Toad named Dave

Very close with her mom

Lives in central city

Vigilante alias is Yellow Jacket

She is very cautious with who she trusts

When Diana found her it was like how baby Moses arrived in the Pharos home

She is one of the most loyal people you will ever meet

Blaise Addams

Blaise Mort Addams

Adopted son of Black Adam

Very traumatized

Was raised as a soldier. (Think Nebula from Marvel)

Was punished if he failed

He was originally supposed to get information on the Justice League but fell in love and started making friends

A bisexual disaster

Loves reading Edgar Allen Poe

Known as Red Shot

Absolutely terrified of bugs of any kind

Especially ladybugs

Loves his friends and is very protective

Likes going on dates to the park with Crash

Has a super complicated nighttime skincare routine.

He was made fun of when the others first found out

Has a maine coon named Snowball

Kaity Davis

Kaity Cassidy Davis

Major familial issues

Mostly daddy issues

Has really good grades

Loves her friends

Like a little bit of drama

Bisexual

Definitely doesn't have a crush on the cute 16 year old florist, Sage Belrose 🙂🥲

Loves a good rainy day read

Possibly a little autistic

Long reddish orange hair

Cottagecore girlie

Vigilante known as Indigo Dancer

Hates being underestimated

Major anxiety

Psycho brother

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9/26/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription Part 5

Prayer

And so, Lord, I just am so grateful that we have your word that reminds us of who you are when we forget. Lord, I pray that we would be people who don't forget. That we would be a people who are teaching our children our own testimonies in our own lives. That you have done for us. That we would teach them to love your Word and to know your word, And that through your word we understand more of who you are in your in your heart, And builds relationship with us. And so I pray that just the generations that come from us would be people Who know you, and who trust you, and who love you, and who receive you as King and Lord. And Lord, I just pray For the strength, the wisdom, and the courage to carry that out, and it's in your name, we pray, Amen.

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Good morning DABC, this is Tonya calling from Suffolk. Today is Thursday, September 21st. I wanted to lift up Wanda. She's have had surgery on related to Crohn's disease. Heavenly Father, I'm asking Lord God for complete healing and recovery over Wandy's body dear Lord. You created us from the inside Out Father. You know all things Lord God that our body is dealing with. So right now Father I want to bind any symptoms of Chrones, Father in the mighty name of Jesus that she have a speed of recovery from the surgery. Father and her bowels will no longer become wrapped into one another. Father and her bowels. And intestines where function as properly and this is my prayer to you in Jesus name, dear Lord, I love you and thank you Lord God, for all the things that you have done for us and the things that you're going to do. Lord God for us and you will get the glory Lord in Jesus name. Amen. DABC has always I love you guys and continue to be encouraged.

Hello DABC Family. This is 1 beloved daughter Kurian Lancaster OH. I just want some prayer for something I've been struggling with for some time now. Back in 2010, I fell into a very, very deep depression. I struggled with mental illness, depression, and anxiety for my whole life. I haven't had depression for many years now, so thank God. After that I struggle with anxiety. Really bad still anyways. So Way back then Umm, There was something that you know I pretty much told the devil you know, he can never get me on Salvation, you know, getting me the doubt it and all that because I just had this really strong belief and my salvation. Well, he got me. And I've been struggling with it ever since. And I tried so hard to get that faith back. And I've never gotten it back, I believe. But yeah, I doubt it. And I worry and I get scared all the time. You know when I sin a mess up that I'm going to go to hell when I die. I worry constantly about where I'm gonna go. And I want that faith back. So will you please pray for me? My time is up. Thank you. 

Hi, this is Chastity from Kansas. I wanted to call and pray for Tiffany from New York, as well as Adrian, his mighty tortoise. Lord Jesus, thank you so much for these beautiful women and for their families. God, thank you for all that you have done in their lives, that you are currently doing it all that you will do. God, we give you the glory, Lord. We bring Tiffany and her husband and their little baby to you, Lord Jesus, and we just ask that you would please Step in and. Please God, bind up the enemy and all that he is trying to bring against this family. These things that are coming against this man are not of you.  And so we lift up all these concerns to you Jesus in the name of Jesus, that those bonds would be broken and that he would be set free. In the name of Jesus. And please be with Tiffany as she walks through this with him. Lord, give her strength and give her rest, and give her peace, and help her to know that you are nearer than the breath that she breathe. Thank you and Lord also for Adrian or? She's been falling so much so she's just so busy. She has so much going on. God, can you please give her rest and restore her body, heal her. Lord, please help her to find rest in you. And Lord, help her with this overworking that Lord, please. Prayer warrior that she is. Jesus, I just thank you for this amazing community. And you're beautiful. Name Jesus. Amen. I love you all so much and I will continuously be praying for all of you. God bless you all.

[asafeplaceforus112]

Gaurfians of the galaxy vol. 3 because this is the only way to bond with my withdrawn father figure so I have to deal with the homophobe on the screen.

Anyways, we start off with an epilepsy warning so fucking wish me luck

Oh no not the racoons

I JUST GOT RADIOHEADED SEBD NE HOMD

Christ Pratt is acting as repulsive as his choice in church is

Fucking poor nebular

He got owned by a German dog

COSMO UR A GOOD DOG

EW GROOT STOP

Adam dude is the bully from maze runner actor ???

Also it's cute that mantis and Peter are considering each other siblings

they DECAPITATED THE BOY

Awwweee he tried ))):

MSNTIS

"nebula!" "Piss off," same girly same - bossy

*that hurts" "whst a potty

Oh my god the rocket

Horrible little Groot head ud nor my favourite version

Poor rocket

The otter I'd gonna die and im gonna be sad

The fucking rsbbit

Horrific

Tol is now the otter

Tol is such an otter

Me too Cosmo me too

They're all going to die or get horribly hurt and I'm going to get sad

The fact he got a step so he'd be higher

Fuck off god you don't have the right to get rid of me now bitch imagine bringing something into the world and then killing it for fun, fuck you

And before fuck wits rock up, no it's not like abortion. We're not having this convo on a fucking gaurdians of galaxy post.

Oh man Peter had no idea

Me I'm mantis, you gonna trauma dump? I'm gonna question you're shit

The rick and is koe a dick head " maybe I wanted a nut" "they're all gone *eats one*" I hate him now

Gamora is fun sassy

I'm sad that they're not sisters anymore though.

Baby rocket ))): such a baby

Poor rocket

Oh no I'm so worried for they tortoise. Yeah I looked away that was fucked up.

I hate this man . Low ke? High key the worst villain so far

Ha ha amongus

The choice of flesh as the planet theme is not fun, not fun sound texture

Not fun for our brain to see skin hsrm

Eewwwww this scene is so much no fun without fun music behind it

I enjoy nebula and mantis so much

Shut up more

"I got one I love* my mum

I KNEW IT WAS AN EJECTION

Awwwe duck y'all mantis tried her best

Oh no that was the lacky dife

Mantis same noone fucking tells me and then get upset at me fucked up man, fucked up

Quill no quill no

Poor receptionist

Poor Gamora,

Please don't please don't please don't please don't please for

I dead ass said it outloud please dude I had a feeling but please don't do this

Noooo not the carrot guy

I hate Peter, incel mother fucker. All the femme people in that elevator think he'd annoying and maybe pity him

Was the horrific squish needed huh?

"they're corporate shells they're not going to listen,"

Awwweee poor receptionist just trying to do her job

They're all going to die and I'm going to be sad

I'm gonna cry when something happens to Lyla

The system naming each other dead ass

Bossy is rocket

Why are they watching his trauma

Gamora is fair

But also nebula is the smartest

The poor animal dude

Gamora is a fucking dumb ass

Kind of really safe they this movie resulted in ticket getting side lined

Same mantis same

Fuck you all I felt thst

I felt that, the seeing your parent being fucked , fucks you up

Those poor animals

Oh no he just found out

Awwwe man fuck off I feel that I feel like that's how it feels to be autistic, the expectation that you can figure it out and then just, not.

Panda dilf

My brother playing ball with me

I thought it was going to be a med pack and would kill the bat person

Is that a Vocaloid?

Drax is our second brother

The system be like

Also

Bossy is 100% nebula

So he has a stretched out face because ticket fucked up his face right?

Smol is the floor the rabbit in our head now and I'm going to sob when they die

Asssssnnnddd there goes tol

I am mantis, we have done stuff like that

Drax is a dumb ass

Obviously the fun of war pig, but also the pig noises are horrific in a great way

Kinda sad to see the gold lady die

The gun thing worked for me with possible ADHD but one hundred percent there's a dude bro who thought it was soooo obvious and come on guys hod could you not know

Tol is mantis telling bossy to knock it off

I swear to fuck if he's killed off rocket I swear to fuck

Did I just deal pooled did we just get Deadpooled ehdy the fuck

All the kids look like a bunch of mini albleist movie singer

Mee too, fuck off Cosmo is a good dog fuck you

Oh same kids, when too gets upset thats when we freak out

Come on whistle dude you got this

I'm sorry I fucking laughed at the yonda but, I'm just quirky like that /j /lh

Good dog Cosmo

AWWWWWWWEEEEEEE Cosmo is so cute o love Cosmo more than anything

"there is no god that Is why I stepped in"

Oh shit was not expecting a coupe (sp?)

Man I wish my earphones sat in my ears so nicely

I love mantis

I love that for rocket, and I love that it's Groot, than nebula than quill, than mantis, than Drax and the. Reflectantly gamora.

Oh 100% you know that Drax was the "last" one coz it took him a moment to understand what was happening

Okay the fight choreography was pretty dope.

Like especially the part with rocket and Groot? Just really fun camera work

THE FACT NEBULA LOST NECK SUPPORT AND THEN KEPT GOING SO MUCH FUN HOLY SHIT

If any of these kids die I will be upset

Warlock dude really tried

Mantis trying to do the save and then screaming

If they kill nebula I will be upsetand I will call it homophobic

Yes I do think it's really cool that Cosmo got them locked up correctly

I'm fucking sobbing at the baby racoons

I would feel so rock rolled if my whole life I said I wasnt a racoon and then I was

ROCKET JUST TRHING TO CARYY ALL THE RSCOOBns

FUCK

And the vibe of "I can't save you all I'm so sorry"

And then rocket just yeeting the babies to safety

NOT GAMORA PEELING HIS FACE OFF

The body effects is cool

Get the animals please please

YES YES IM SO HAPPY

I'm so glad they got them all out

YEHA fuck y'all they can turn into higher forms if they were forced let them fucking lice

Awwwwwweeee the fact that Peter got the key card coz he knew it was important for rocket ))):

Why he not got his mask huh???? He knows how important that mask was????

The fuck man???? Dumb ass motherfucker

OH FUCK ALL THE STUFF IN HIS BODY IS EXPANDED HES FUCKING DHUBG

FUCK OFF THATS SO DUMB, HAVING THE POSE AND SHIT THATS SO FUNNY

Also it wasn't the card it was his iPod thing but

Someone get him some med stuff jeez

Awwwee even the gold dude joined in on the hug

Awwwweee the realisation that for Groot it's like his mum forgot him thats so sad. How could I not find it sad.

He literally whined the whole time please do not give him the girl in the end I will be upset

Oh fuck nebula saying that drex was born to be a father

Awwweee poor rocket, he finally got his family together and they're all leaving

Awwwwwweeee it was for rocket

Awwweee all the little racoons

"awwwwweee fuck off" reaction seeing Groot dance

Awwweee they're best buddies stop that's so sweet

I love how she's adopted three massive beasts and is going to go live and exist like that

Awwwweee he's grandpa that's so sad okay they got me I got teary at that

I forgot about the severed toe

He's so big ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I love that they're a whole new different kind of family

Not my as reading "thanks to all the fans!" As "thanks f*gs"

"star load will return" ah fuck really ))):

Idk overall, enjoyable movie. I don't got anything specific to talk about, it was a good commercial movie, like I think

[reversecreek]

“Uh-huh, that’s it, baby. Lil’ more on the left. Just a sprinklin’.” Smoke coiling off the bonfire like it was imitating Stevie’s hips, her parent’s backyard party was in full, roaring swing -- she’d taken to dancing in the light of the flickering flames, furling her hands left and right mid air in a slow, sensuously unique take on hula dancing. She’d once done the same in the sanitary products aisle of a supermarket and been asked to leave, but it totally wasn’t her fault that she was vibing to the aura of a nearby bald man, something erotically depressing about his wrinkled tortoise eyes. One of her foster brother’s kids -- who, frankly, shouldn’t have been attending an event where a few tents down one had been designated for hotboxing potent skunk -- was diligently pressing clumps of torn grass to Moss’ upper lip, slathered with eyelash glue, where he’d drifted off against a log, dared into devouring the entirety of an unfathomably strong edible by her father and inevitably paying the price. “Oh, he’s really comin’ together.” A little spin, braids spraying out in the firelight as she continued her dancing -- she’d spent some time playing with Moss’ hair as she smoked, earlier, kissed the pad of his thumb before losing herself to the shimmy of a tambourine, unable to remain in one spot for too long even if there was something charming about watching him snooze. “We’ll make a man outta him yet. I can see the vision.” A sneeze saw the young boy’s grass collection go flying, a dandelion landing in Moss’ shaggy mane, and finally he stirred at the commotion, prompting a lazy smile to unfurl on Stevie’s lips like a flower budding open. Swaying along barefoot, she cupped at her nephew’s chin, thumbed the dimple on it gently, then nodded that he could go. “Oh, wow.” Attention on Moss, then. “Enchante, good sir. It’s a pleasure,” came with her hand limply extended, wrist slack, waiting for him to fetch it up and press her knuckles a kiss. “You look like someone I had in my ass once, but... yum, hairier.” A perk of her eyebrows, clearly indicating the grass her nephew had been gluing to his face in place of a moustache. Feel like pure shit, just want her back. She’d sent the image to Moss without elaboration, once, assuming he’d read her brainwaves. “Anyone ever told you that, before? I bet you get it all the time.” @petalites​

[untoadoption]

On Turning Ten

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On Turning Ten

In our house, when a kid hits double digits they earn a trip with Daddy to somewhere special, fun, and top secret. When Firstborn turned ten she flew to Texas to ride roller-coasters and eat cowboy grub. Two years later, Center Sister spent her birthday trip mermaiding in Oahu. Most recently, it was [not-so]Little Man’s turn…

Because Little Man’s such a raging baseball fanatic, Husband planned his special trip around a Dodger’s game (his favorite team); but since we’ve been to Los Angeles so many times he opted instead to stay and explore San Diego, zipping north just for game day in their rented hot rod.

He was over the moon. This was the highlight, for sure. He saw all his favorite players, spent all of his souvenir money, enjoyed all the traditional ballpark treats, and even brought his mitt in hopes of catching a foul ball.

The last time Husband was in San Diego Firstborn was just six weeks old, but it was Little Man’s first visit– so they explored Sea World, the zoo, and the naval base, and we compared photos to our family archives.

throwback to the same giant galapagos tortoises, 17 years ago!

and the same gondola/tram ride

It was a perfect birthday trip for our Big Boy. I’m grateful that Husband is an affirming, steadfast father to our children, happily carving out time to make these special memories. Our girls reminisced about their own ten-year-old trips as we received text & photo updates throughout the long weekend and the full debrief after the guys returned home. I swear Little Man came home taller than when we left, just a few days prior (he’s juuuuust about to pass me in height). In fact, each of our kids returned from their respective trips standing taller, visibly matured, affirmed, and feeling special, having made memories they’ll treasure their whole lives. Now that our last one is done I think we might plan to continue the tradition when we have grandkids someday.

Long before Little Man joined our family, when the girls were just babies, our pastor shared from the pulpit how he had a similar special trip with each of his kids as a kind of coming-of-age ceremony/celebration. I believe it made an impression on many, including our good friends with kids just a touch older than ours. Because they started it first and we blatantly copied we’ve called it the Lowry Ten ever since.

[bumbleklee]

this is my lil headcanons for the clara, isaac, and calla. this isn’t proof read, but i thought about it long and hard🤧

okay so a lil headcanons for the kids and the momma’s girl and the daddy’s girl and overall how they act lol

clara and isaac:

- imma has to agree with Clara, preferring diluc more. That's not saying she doesn’t live for her mother’s attention, but when her father walks through the door she drops everything to be the very first to greet them. she is so honest it’s funny.

- she leaves very special rocks on his desk to speed up his work so he can take her out to play.

- there was definitely a time where she was jealous that the reader got the first morning kiss.

- her and diluc have lil daddy and daughter dates where they go out train or go look at the turtles in the lake (he got her a tortoise and it definitely beat you in her favorite things in the world)

- she tries to stay up late when diluc is working because she wants to say good night to him and have him tuck her in at night.

- she started to learn bartending to help, much to his absolute horror.

- though she likes to be held and play more with diluc, she likes the idea of protecting mommy.

- she likes to make dad proud and protect momma when papa is not home. (look out spiders you have a new villain)

-isaac to me is a momma’s boy though. you can ask and he will say he loves both, but he makes it kinda obvious. he might as well actually be attached to her hip. though he doesn't like to pick favorites per say, he definitely goes running full speed to his mom at all minor inconveniences in his day.

- i like to think as a baby if he wasn't touching skin with mom he was wailing (that’s probably when he made the most noise.)

- that’s not saying he isn’t attached to diluc at all though. he loves being held by diluc and sitting on his lap while he works. i do think diluc lets him because he is the quieter of the two and less fidgety. he wants to help with the business one day and likes to mimic diluc’s actions

- isaac has the habit of tugging on the moms clothes and hair ro get her attention. Sometimes he tugs too hard and starts wailing because he thinks he hurt her. (he ran to his dad and told him he needs punishment much to diluc’s confusion)

-to go with the tugging, he has to hold something from either of them. that be clothes or hands, especially when he is nervous (which is always probably)

-they both crave different things from each parent, but in the end they love them both the same and will sneak into their bed at least 4 times a week.

calla:

- i like to think she is a momma’s girl personally. she is brutally honest on what she likes and doesn’t like. that goes for her parents as well.

- she loves all the attention her dad gives her but she is glued to mommy.

- she definitely said mama first and Kaeya did not leave the shared bedroom for a week. (It took her saying dada for him so finally come out)

- she likes taking naps and sleeping with dad, but when she is awake she definitely is clinging onto mom.

- sheis like a lil duckling in a way, always following mom around and helping her. It's extremely funny watching a small girl carry a bunch of folded towels to the bathroom.

- kaeya and her have a small competition on who knows you more, and it was the most stressful quiz imaginable.

- she does love kaeya a lot. she brags to all her friends about how cool her dad is and makes sure he has the cleanest desk to handle work.

- she even made him a sandwich for work and he never ate it because he thought it was so precious.

- she might be attached to her mom, but her dad is her biggest role model.

-🍞🤝

these made me so unbelievably happy oh my goodness 😭😭 im saving this post and may just incorporate some into the story hehe your brain is so powerful

clara is definitely 💪💥🎉🎀🤸‍♀️🍬 and isaac is 😰🌿🌥🧘🍄🧸

i also like to hc that calla probably said something once like “uncle diluc is cooler than you” and it just took kaeya out for a whole week 💔

(hehe if anyone ever has any hcs for my family au feel free to send them in i love brainrot)

[lydias--stiles]

“The simple act of being in love with you is enough for me.”

jiara | post-s2 | pining idiots | title: quote by Pacey from Dawson's Creek

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“Kie.”

“Hm?” The girl’s mop of curls obscured her face as she mumbled out some vowels, clearly still buzzed from the night before. An amused smile ticked up his lips and slapped her calf again. She sighed. “What?”

“Leggo,” he pushed, “we gotta get to Pope’s place.”

“Why?”

Even if everyone else would deny it, JJ swore Kie was as bad as he was: slow and fucking lethargic before eleven in the morning. Sure, she had better grades in school, but he wasn’t gonna give her more credit than that. Speaking of, “Helping him with that new scholarship, remember?”

The girl groaned and rolled over to face him, droopy eyes cracking open to scowl at him. She slept where he used to crash whenever his dad’s place became too much, but since the old man fucked off to Yucatán, he found peace in the quiet walls and cracked windows. Regardless, it was weird seeing her sprawled on this mattress, the boy almost able to envision himself beside her. A dangerous fantasy to linger on, so he pushed it aside and kept on trucking.

“C’mon, Kie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered and sat upright. “How did you even get in the Château?”

JJ grinned and snagged a key chain from his shorts. “Spare key. Duh.”

She rolled her eyes, uttering, “John B’s stupid,” and then pushed him out the guest room, telling him she’d get ready. His mouth opened to make the joke if he couldn’t stay and watch, but the door slammed in his face and that was that.

Having a crush on Kiara was the freakiest thing ever. First of all, JJ and emotions didn’t mesh well — it only led to trouble, a perfect example being his dad and him with the most fucked up dynamic to boot. He preferred to not even think about the man, though one glance in the mirror often betrayed his mind and brought a rush of memories to the forefront, whether it was a shiner against his eye, or the fact that he resembled his father when he was young.

So yeah, he didn’t like anything ‘love’ related. It was stupid. It was more reckless than buying a jacuzzi or trying to steal a golden cross from a boat with dozens of armed men. Friendship, however, was easy. He told the Pogues just that: they were ‘it’ for him, he’d go through fire for them, through hell and fucking back.

But he didn’t think he’d actually die for them, which almost happened when he tried saving Kie on the Coastal Venture — to which she ended up saving him. (A vision illuminated by a golden sun, hovering over him. He’d never forget it.)

While he inspected the contents of the fridge, embarrassingly filled with only beer, eggs, milk and junk food, the door creaked open and revealed a dressed and less-wrecked Kiara. His gaze flicked up and down her frame, quick, and then averted it back to the fridge.

“You got no food, man.”

She chuckled. “I know. It’s not exactly The Wreck type of food…”

“You haven’t gone back?”

“Nope,” she replied, curt, and moved past him to shove a container of sausages aside to grab a bottle of almond milk. Even if she wasn’t with her parents, she still somehow kept up her ‘no dairy’ principles.

Also, Kiara was hella beautiful. He hadn’t let it register when she walked in, but it was true. Her soft-looking, shiny skin, sporting the prettiest smile in all of the OBX, and she was just hot. Especially when she propped herself on the kitchen counter, to which he settled beside her to not look at her legs.

“How many scholarships are there?” she asked. “Like, I’m obviously proud of him, but…”

“He told us last night,” JJ laughed. “You were that fucking high?”

She giggled, “Yeah! You were there, I was just on my ass.” And then, quieter, “And… I don’t know, I guess I’ve been kind of distracted.”

He perked up, surprised. Though the Pogues were family, openly talking about emotions when it wasn’t prompted by anything, remained rare. They were better at talking shit and smoking and napping on boats. Whatever, he took the bait.

“Why?”

She shook her head. “It’s stupid, JJ.”

“Kie, you’re talking to me,” he nudged her shoulder, “throw me a bone here. Is it Pope? You got the hots for our favourite nerd again?”

Taking a sip from the bottle, her brow quirked up as though that was the stupidest thing he ever said, and retorted with, “Why’re you always doing that?”

His hands raised instantly, defensive. “Doing what?”

“You’re always digging, like, when I was with Pope you got all weird.”

“I don’t dig.”

“You do.”

���I don’t. Kie, what’s up?” He kept it moving before she found the core of his problem, and bounced back to the original issue. “Before I start saying shit to Pope.”

She scoffed. “You're full of shit.”

“Oh, Kie,” he drawled with a smirk. “You can do better than that.”

Silence fell. He waited, fiddling with his fingers, and quietly hoped Pope wouldn't be too annoyed when they arrived late — then again, they were begrudgingly coined 'tortoise and tortoise' by the group anyway.

She placed the bottle back in the fridge and sent him a rueful smile, one he often saw her showing Sarah before they went aside and had a private talk. Their eyes locked and she finally spoke.

“Sometimes, I… I miss my parents. And it's like, I don't get how they don't just accept that I'm a Pogue, that I'm friends with you guys, you know? But I still miss them.” She looked down at her feet, crossing at the ankles like a little girl waiting to be reprimanded by the teacher. “I miss my dad's hugs.”

Instantly, his arm swung around her for a gentle side hug, a grateful smile pulling on her lips as she leaned into him. Both knew they should savour a moment like this, as hugging with a twitchy JJ and often irritated Kie happened once every blue moon.

Ignoring the guilty look in her eye — yeah, he didn't understand missing a paternal embrace, rather used to a blow in the stomach or a crude remark, but that didn't mean he lacked empathy — he resisted the urge to encourage her to reconnect with them. Knowing her, she'd just close up and glare at him for the rest of the day.

So no, he wasn't going to ask her. And no, she shouldn't feel guilty. P4L 'til the end, baby.

“Thanks, JJ,” she whispered.

He snickered and pushed her off. “You can't tell the guys I'm becoming soft, dude. Theyʼll give me so much shit for it.”

“They know you're soft,” she teased, “don't even try.”

“I'm tough,” he tried.

“Like Play-Doh.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled and motioned at the kitchen door. “Let's go, Carrera. Before John B and Sarah come back and act all married.”

Now that was fucking annoying. After John B and Sarah faked their death, they got married by a bandana strip and hadn't let that notion go after returning. Sure, there was that small blip when they were fighting the crazy religious chick, but that was old news.

John B made him swear he wouldn't tell a soul, but the guy waxed poetry about Sarah whenever they were drunk and alone. It was hilariously sad. Another man lost to a girl.

(“She wants a beach wedding,” JB sighed a couple nights ago. “Nice, right?”

“I– yeah, I really don't care about this, man.”)

JJ knew that when he got a girlfriend (Kiara unintentionally but also very intentionally crossed his mind), he'd act normal. No mushy shit. No poetry. Definitely no creepy Romeo and Juliet references thrown in as if that shouldn't freak the Pogues out. Their behaviour better not be infectious.

Expectedly, Pope's scowl reached them all the way from the car, Kie and JJ sharing a sheepish look before stepping out.

“Gee, guys,” the boy deadpanned, “thanks for making haste. Really appreciate it.”

JJ's wide grin hoped to salvage it. Slapping his friend on the shoulder, he pushed past him and yelled, “Kie was dead, dude!”

Pope grimaced. “Don't joke about that.”

He watched as Kie stopped beside Pope with an apologetic expression, telling him she overslept and was sorry and that he knew how JJ was — “Always joking.”

His chapped lips pursed, a familiar punch hitting his chest with him then pretending it didn't hurt. She always did this. Even if she claimed she didn't, she always took Pope's side. Relationship or not. JJ knew she didn't owe him her 'side', but it'd be a nice change of pace either way.

Whatever. This wasn't the JJ Pining For Kiara Show. Pope needed their help.

A state-wide scholarship competition gave Pope another shot at winning a huge chunk of money (no gold type of rich though) and getting his ass out of OBX, hopefully launching himself into some fancy college when he revealed to be of Denmark Tanny's lineage. Those hibrow assholes loved a good sob story.

All Pope had to do was score hella high on some test — easy — and impress the panel — not so easy — and he'd be the luckiest Pogue of all.

But that did mean Kie and him had to sit on his creaky bed with a freaky amount of flashcards while a stressed out Pope paced around his room. He was pretty sure the floor was eroding.

Also, he had no fucking clue what any of the flashcards meant. Did Pope's smarts really attracted Kie that much? Was it the brain? Brain over brawl? But where was the fun in that? JJ loved Pope to death, but the guy had to be fully medicated or high before his brain shut off and he acted carefree.

“Pope, do you even know what this all means?” Kie bemoaned, flipping the cards around.

“You got a dictionary somewhere?” added JJ, squinting at the word aberration. It sounded like some weird disease. He showed him the word.

Pope dismissed it. “It means: different from the norm.”

“Dude, why not write that then?”

“Because they want aberration.”

He didn't get it. “No one uses it though.”

“JJ, that's just the way it is,” Pope pressed.

“Guys, stop,” Kiara interrupted. “But honestly Pope, it's so, like, elitist. None of these questions are important to the world, or the well-being of the people.”

“Sorry, Kiara, but unfortunately not everyone cares that much,” he sighed. JJ could tell they were starting to annoy their friend, their tortoise bullshit bleeding through.

Her nose scrunched up, peeved. “Right. Because there's a planet B just waiting to be used by us. Duh.”

“Ooh,” JJ drawled, nudging her arm. “Are there donkeys shitting money?”

Kie laughed. “Yes. All beaches, clean air, no Kooks, and money-shitting donkeys.”

“Nah, I want it to be hella Kooky,” he joked, gesturing wildly. “I want a yacht and tell people someone else does my laundry, or something.”

“You don't even do your laundry anyway,” she bounced back with a roll of the eye. “I know you force John B.”

“He's already playing House with Sarah, might as well wash my underwear, too.”

Oh, man. He could do this all day. Talking shit with Kiara went as smooth as fishing for him. Each time he thought he one-upped her, she threw more on top and kept it going 'til neither knew what the point even was anymore. Sarah dubbed it as 'banter' which he believed was a rich way of saying 'talking smack.'

“I don't believe you even know how to do it,” she challenged.

JJ huffed and crossed his arms. “I can do it.”

A smirk bloomed on her lips as she kept jabbing. “It's kinda cute, how you need John B to be your mom.”

“I don't.”

“You literally said it five seconds ago.”

“Guys,” Pope groaned, followed by an exhausted sigh eerily similar to Heyward. “Can we get back to the flashcards?”

Kie and JJ were too far into their discussion though, jabbing at each other at rapid speed. Then she threw her cards at him and all bets were off. He yelled she should make a goal with her hands, to which he folded up a flashcard and shot it straight between her fingers.

And that was when Pope kicked them out. JJ presumed it was a victory they lasted as long as they did. Kie kept apologising over her shoulder, prompting Pope to ask Cleo for help instead.

For a beat, they were silent stepping out of his place and back into the car. JJ felt a stab of guilt for fucking up Pope's study time, but it was hard to dial his brain to school when his friends surrounded him. Just when he wanted to ask if she felt bad too, she went off about the climate — as usual.

“It's so dumb how there were no questions about the environment or human rights or, or anything like that! It's all science and lit, like, there's more to life than fucking chemistry formulas!”

“I skipped those cards. Didn't get them.”

“It's so fucked,” she hummed. “And I'm obviously glad that you drove to the Château to wake me up and all—”

“Yeah?”

“—but I really wish those questions would matter. We almost died, JJ!”

“No, shit,” he grumbled, quickly starting to lose his patience with the ranting girl. She didn't even realise what the fuck she was saying anymore — what she did to his heart, skipping like some elemtary school girl on the playground, when she slipped some nice words in.

“Died!” she pressed. “Why even care about stuff like that?”

“Fucks sake, Kie—”

“And I didn't want to say it, but did you see how many flashcards there were? How many trees were cut for that? It's like, hello, Quizlet exists!”

“Kie, shut up!” he yelled.

Her mouth fell slack, gobsmacked, gawking at him like his interruption was a slap in the face.

Gesturing wildly with one hand, he exclaimed, “You know, you can just go on and on and I hear you talking and it's like, yeah, we get it, Mother Earth needs to be saved, we're fucked, you don't gotta repeat it twenty-four seven.”

“What the hell, JJ!”

“You have an opinion about everything! A man gets tired!”

“A man?” She scoffed. “You're not even eighteen.”

“Point is you don't gotta act all preachy all the time.” He turned the corner, hands tightening around the steering wheel.

Kie scowled. “Where is this coming from? I'm not preachy, I'm educating you.”

Now that was just fucking with his head. Incredulous, he exclaimed, “You think I don't listen? Kie, I'm the only one that does. JB is on Planet Sarah all the damn time and Pope only did shit 'cause—"

"That!” she yelled, throwing her hands up with frustration. “That's what I mean! You're doing it again! You dig!”

“What?!”

“Every time you mention Pope and I, you dig. You needle!” Twisting in her seat, his gaze flickered to catch her disgruntled expression. “Why do you do that? It's so… sus.”

JJ laughed. “Sus?”

“You don't ask John B about Sarah.”

“'Cause they're fucking obvious.”

“Still,” she pressed. “Did I do something to piss you off? Is that it? Is it me constantly asking you to recycle and yet — shocker! — you never do?!”

“Fucking God,” he grumbled under his breath.

With frazzled thoughts and shaking hands, adrenaline coursed through him as he swerved to the side of the road and stopped the car. If he fought with Kie any longer to this degree of fuckery, they were gonna crash.

She frowned. “What're you doing?”

“You, Carrera, are driving me insane,” he deadpanned, matter-of-fact. Then he slammed the door open and stepped out, desperate to catch his breath.

In the back of his mind, he had an inkling as to why he was so keyed up. Kiara would call him a Neandethal, but fuck it, here was the truth: Kiara was hot as hell when she argued with him.

Following his lead, she got out, her sneakers stomping against the asphalt. The sun steeped low on the horizon, the light hitting the hood and reflecting onto her face; her curls shifting from dark brown to gold. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was so fucked. He almost missed the start of her spiel, too enthralled.

“I'm driving you insane? I'm always getting you out of trouble, because you never think things through! You never see the bigger picture!”

He rolled his eyes. “Bigger picture? The only thing I see, Kie, is you going on about nature. That easy.” And then, before he could stop himself, he spewed out, “And you don't have to do that.”

“What?”

“Getting me out of trouble,” he said, pursing his lips. “That's not your responsibility.”

“Right. Duh. Because after everything we've been through, I can't care about you,” she exclaimed, face twisting up in pure fury. She got in his space, shoving his shoulder, but when he didn't budge, it only seemed to anger her more.

JJ didn't know what was going on anymore. Why was she so mad? Even if she didn't want to admit it, he was telling the truth. Of course all the Pogues had each other's back, but Kiara doted over him more than was necessary. The constant checking of injuries, limiting his day drinking, all that. Like he was some child!

He leaned in and mumbled, “I can take care of myself.”

Kie smirked. “Then do your own laundry.”

It happened naturally. One second he stared at her furious eyes and thought about how much he loved arguing with her despite the bullshit, the next his fingers curled into her hair and pulled her in a fierce kiss.

At first, her hands laid frozen on his shoulders, surprised, but the moment he realised his impulsive decision was a mistake, they slid around his neck and kept him close.

JJ sighed in relief and deepened the kiss he'd been craving ever since they were fourteen and Kie went from gangly to statuesque. Her lips were warm and soft and her hands were soft and she hadn't let go and holy shit — he was kissing Kiara Carrera.

The kiss lessened when her mouth quirked into a smile, their grins pressing flush together, and JJ shivered from delight. Oh, man. He was gone.

“You drive me damn crazy, Kie,” he murmured, voice dropped to an undeniably soft tone.

She bit back her silly grin and whispered, “Good.”

Taking a deep breath, he tried focusing up, but all he could do was stare at her face. A shy hand grabbed hers.

He had to get it out of the way now, or else he'd kick himself later. “I'm… really into you. I'm– oh, fuck, uh–”

“Maybe we can talk about it not on the side of the road?” she suggested, amused.

JJ grinned, elated (What was the word he saw on the flashcards? Exalted!), and kissed her again, because he could.

On the ride back to the Château, he confessed to seeing her in a different light for years, while she couldn't really pinpoint a time or moment, that it just happened. It didn't matter, though he was in utter disbelief that he and Kie were having this conversation. No jokes, no BS, all seriousness. Tomorrow, he'd wake up and it wouldn't be some sick dream. Kie liked him back.

JJ was sure he'd doubt himself or overthink it in the future, but today, he'd bask in the certainty and the major ego boost.

“Okay, but did you ever legit like Pope then?”

A sheepish smile crawled up her cheeks as her gaze averted to the window. “I thought I did. But we have, like, no chemistry, so…” She shook her head. “I was confused.”

“That's okay,” he uttered. He couldn't give her shit for it. Even if he did torture himself with their short-lived relationship, he understood.

How would he react though? John B and Sarah wouldn't care, or Cleo, but Pope? He didn't want one of his brothers hating him. Being iced out by the guy fucking sucked, as it meant he was truly hurt and therefore meant JJ truly fucked up. He couldn't handle disappointing him.

Kie read his mind. “He'll be fine with it.”

“I dunno, man…”

“He will,” she repeated. “We're Pogues. We've all narrowly survived death. And besides…” She turned back to him with a secretive grin. “I think he has a thing for Cleo.”

Whoa. He did not see that coming. His brows shot up to his hairline, mentally kicking himself for being so focused on Kie that he didn't even notice the shift of interest between Pope and Cleo. They made sense, too. Know-it-all's, but well-meaning, and only speaking when needed.

If the idea didn't relief him of worries, he'd be concerned as to why they were all seamlessly coupled up like in some 90s sitcom Big John had on VHS.

“What a player,” he joked.

“Tell me about it.”

They arrived at the house, the Twinkie and Sarah's bike sprawled on the overgrown front lawn. JJ frowned. He had hoped to have some alone time with Kie, not to jump her bones and fulfill a regular dream of his, but to talk. To figure it out. He wanted to do this right. Because after everything, they deserved to have good things, to start on a high note — he deserved it.

Kie noticed it, too. Puckering her lips on contemplation, her gaze trailed from him to the rest of the property, ending on the trusty ol' hammock. She jabbed her thumb at it.

“Let's sit there.”

Normally, they laid on opposite ends on the hammock, if they even shared one to begin with. But now, she pressed herself right beside him and he felt like heaven dropped down on them in the best way possible. He suddenly understood what John B was lamenting about — the company, intimacy, the ease. Nerves rippled through his body like a summer storm, but he figured that was what it cost to lose one's mind over a girl.

He didn't know what to say, so Kiara spoke instead.

“I don't want us, the way we are around each other, to change, you know?” she said. “Like, I don't want you to think you have to act like some mellow ass boyfriend all of a sudden.”

He smirked. “Who said anything about boyfriend?”

“Bye.”

“Hey, wait,” he grinned, latching onto her arm before she pushed herself out. “C'mon, Kie.”

Her nose scrunched up. “I don't do this usually, okay?”

“You think I do?” he asked. His hand softly slid down to wrap around hers, to which she hooked their fingers together. Okay. Wow. It felt so damn nice that it propelled him to say, “I wanna be your boyfriend, Kie.”

The girl smiled and then surprised him by leaning in herself, pressing a gentle kiss on his chapped lips. It was overwhelming having her instigate it, his gut twisting up in excitement like when he was about to backflip from a boat, or cliff dive, or something similar like that.

He let go of her hand to cup her cheeks, only to whisper, “That's a yes, yeah? Gotta get a yes.”

“Yes, JJ,” she uttered back. “Here's to not fucking this up.”

“Cheers, baby.”

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[quokkacore]

with great power I [lee jeno]

summary: there are two things jeno loves most about his life. one being spiderman, the other being you, his best friend. there’s just one issue: after your father’s death, you decide you hate both spiderman and yourself.

pairing: lee jeno x reader

genre: superhero au, high school au, coming of age, best friends to strangers(ish) to lovers, fluff, ANGST, minor crack

warnings (for this chapter): language, violence, gun violence, the mafia, parental death, police presence, sexual references, bullying (ily san im sorry), the dreamies being dicks to each other, police corruption, towards the end jeno experiences something similar to sensory overload, americanized names, pop culture references, VERY jeno centric

song rec: we go up - nct dream // any song - zico // 21 questions - waterparks // talk (remix feat. megan thee stallion & yo gotti) - khalid // sunrise - ateez // i really like you - carly rae jepsen // dare - gorillaz // stray kids - the tortoise and the hare

word count: 10.5k

a/n: this is so late...... i blame attack on titan. but hey!! better late than never :] a huge thanks to @doderyscoffee​ for beta reading <3

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chapter one: jeno and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week

Jeno despised Tuesdays. He was pretty sure that Tuesdays despised Jeno as well because all of his worst days just so happen to be Tuesdays. He was 96% sure that, if there was a god, his day off was on Tuesdays, or that the planets aligned in such a manner on Tuesdays that it caused universal despair and misery. If he was to take Donghyuck's word for it, his chakra attracted negative energy the most on Tuesdays.

When Jeno was 5, his goldfish Pippin had died on a Tuesday. When he had his ass handed to him on the playground by San Choi in the third grade, it was a Tuesday. And in the seventh grade, he'd failed his Spanish test, missed his bus and walked home in the rain only to find out that his Aunt Sunny was at work, he'd left his keys in his locker and that had to wait an hour before she got home to unlock it for him, all on a Tuesday. 

And wouldn't you know it, here he was, late for the first day of senior year, which was, of all days, a godforsaken Tuesday.

In his eternal wisdom, he'd stayed up gaming with Renjun until two in the morning, and because of it, slept through his three alarms, one set at six-thirty, the other at 6:45, the last one at 7:00. 

He'd woken up at 7:17, to the sound of his elderly neighbor's pet chihuahua barking at a pigeon, checked the time, immediately panicked, sped into the shower, gotten dressed in a haste, grabbed a few granola bars from the pantry, and ran out the door while trying to jam his backpack closed, and managed to catch the train at 7:40, which took about twenty minutes to get to his stop, plus a ten-minute walk to school, and class started at 8:10. Not to mention he’d have to stop by the office and pick up his schedule. At best, he’d be five minutes late to his first class. But tardies were tardies, regardless, and the last thing he needed was to lose his perfect attendance streak. 

He fished out his phone while standing on the train, waiting for his stop, scrolling through Instagram, and liking random pictures. A ping! from his phone caught his attention, then two, then a third. He smiled softly when your name popped up on his screen.

[7:48 AM]

y/n: pssst

y/n: shithead

y/n: where r u ????

[7:49 AM] 

y/n: i can sEE u online on ig u know

jeno: …… i'm on the train

jeno: woke up late

y/n: YOURE GONNA BE LATR

y/n: LATE*

y/n: ON THE FIRST DAY OF SENIOR YEAR

[7:50]

jeno: probably, yeah

jeno: it's the school district's fault, why would they make the first day of school on a fkn TUESDAY 

y/n: ohhh yeahh its terrible tuesday

y/n: [sent an attachment!]

[7:51 AM]

jeno: SHUT UP

jeno: you're not funny >:(

jeno: how dare you laugh at my misfortune

y/n: au contraire im hilarious

jeno: meanie :(

jeno: im gonna be late i hate it here

jeno: it'll end up on my permanent record and i'm not gonna get into college and then i'm gonna die,,,

[7:52 AM] 

y/n: sometimes ur worse than hyuck i swear 

y/n: FIRST OF ALL permanent records dont even exist !!!!!! its propaganda duh

y/n: also ur literally never late 

y/n: im sure o n e tardy wont do anything chill

y/n: dont be stupid youll be fine

Don’t be stupid. Too little, too late, he thought, already having got off the train at a previous stop. Now, he was looking for an unoccupied street or alleyway, which, for once, was easy, taking a deep breath before he did the exact opposite of what you’d told him not to do. Don’t be stupid. 

The buildings are low, he thought to himself, it’ll be easier to see me. 

Don’t be stupid.

Too late!

Thwip!

Jeno didn’t hesitate to use the web fluid to pull himself up onto the wall, climbing in a haste, before running and jumping onto the next building. He quickly built up a quick pace, using the web fluid occasionally to swing onto a building slightly out of jumping range. 

Signs in English, Chinese, Korean, and Spanish flew past him as he seemingly flew over the Queens traffic, leaving Flushing behind and crossing quickly into College Point quicker than he would if he took the train. He glanced to his left and caught a view of the bay, and far across it, the LaGuardia airport watchtower.

Jeno had lived in New York City his entire life. He knew Queens like the back of his hand, knew every dingy alleyway, every sketchy street, which restaurants to avoid if you didn’t want to get food poisoning, which convenience store aunties were the nicest and didn’t pinch his cheeks too hard. It was his home, and most likely would be for the rest of his life. 

But seeing it like this, flying past him below as he glided with ease from building to building would never cease to be a sight to him. It was like watching from the perspective of an outsider, seeing people in their cars, walking along the street gave him a brand new perspective. A Jeno’s eye view, he called it, since he was pretty sure he was the only one in New York City.

Another noise from his phone brought him back to reality. He shook his head, stopping briefly to catch his breath and fish out his phone briefly. 

[7:57 AM] 

y/n: let me know when u get here !!!

No time to respond, he put away the phone and continued his trek to school. He had less than ten minutes to get there. But he knew he was already at least five minutes away, much quicker than he would be if he had decided to stick to the train. He smiled a bit to himself, feeling ever so slightly smug.

The hustle and bustle of the city definitely proved challenging to find a place to land without many eyes, but he figured it out eventually, landing behind a dumpster in an alleyway behind a restaurant that he knew was about three or four blocks from the school. He figured it would be a lot better to take it on foot from here. The notebooks he was carrying in his backpack bounced up and down with every step he took. 

After what seemed like forever, the gates to the school appeared in his view, and Jeno felt a joy in his heaving chest, something he would have never thought would happen upon seeing the absolute hellhole that was Samuel Morse High School. 

[8:06 AM]

jeno: just did >:D

Picking up his schedule was both quick and insanely long. He couldn’t stop himself from tapping his left foot while the secretary found his schedule and handed it to him. “Kibum, please hurry,” He muttered, and Kibum raised an eyebrow at him, but his gaze was teasing. “That’s Mr. Kim to you, in school at least.” 

He handed Jeno his schedule a few seconds later. “Tell your Aunt to come pick up her casserole dish, by the way. She left it at my house after my last viewing party.”

“The Bachelor?”

“Please. We’re too classy for that. Drag Race.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Jeno,” Kibum said, staring up at him from his desk, his gaze now much more serious, “Get to class. Happy first day of senior year.”

“Thanks, Mr. Kim.”

He managed to make it to chemistry class at 8:09 with seconds to spare. His eyes quickly scanned the room upon entering, hoping his friends were in the class with him. He caught a few familiar faces, most of which, like San Choi's, he wished to avoid. No one paid him any mind. Everyone was still speaking to the people next to them, no doubt exchanging stories of summer vacation. 

  A hand shot up towards the back, waving at him. A smile stretched across his face as he registered your face, feet not hesitating to carry him towards the empty seat next to you. His heart skipped a beat at seeing your smile, and he tried his best to ignore it.

“Hey,” You greeted, “That was fast. I thought you said you were gonna be late.”

Jeno shrugged, eyes landing on the dark shade of the lab table. “The train was a lot faster than I expected, apparently.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Why do you smell so bad?”

“I, uh… ran a little.” 

You grimaced, and Jeno tried to casually sniff at his slightly sweaty clothes. It’s not that bad. “I still don’t understand why you won’t let me drive you to school. You’re literally next door.”

“I don’t know,” He answered, rolling his eyes, “Maybe it’s because when it comes to that truck, you are absolutely insane. You won’t even let me drink water in that thing.”

The truck in question, a faded red 1998 Chevrolet S-10, had been your gift to yourself for your 17th birthday. You’d spent two summers saving up to buy yourself a truck, and that was what you were able to get for what you had. To say it was a huge piece of junk on wheels was an understatement. 

The thing smelled like mothballs no matter how many air fresheners you bought it, the engine sounded like an old man having a coughing fit, and there was a very suspicious stain in the backseat that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times you scrubbed it. But for some reason, you treated it like it was your own baby. The amount of times you’d yelled at Jaemin for trying to put his feet on the dashboard was too high to count.

You mirrored his movement, eyes rolling as you sighed. “At least let me drive you home after school today. Maybe you can stay and we can finally watch Blade Runner.”

You’d been trying to get him to watch the film for almost a month now, begging and pleading because you insisted that he’d love it. He offered an awkward stare, before opening his backpack and pulling out a notebook. “Can’t,” He mumbled, “I’m headed into Manhattan. I have my internship afterwards.”

“Oh, yeah,” You said nonchalantly, eyebrows shooting up as you remembered, “Park Industries.” 

He was about to reply when Mrs. Baker, the chemistry teacher, finally entered. She’d been working at SMHS for 30 years and had never, apparently, been nice, if his Aunt Sunny’s stories were anything to go by. However, she had apparently always spoken as if she smoked two packs a day. She was rambling about the importance of making the most of senior year academically, adult responsibilities, college, and whatnot. You and Jeno exchanged glances often throughout the monologue, hoping it would end soon. 

“Enough of that,” She said after what seemed like an eternity, “Everyone quiet down, I’m going to call roll.”

Names were quickly called, and Jeno was ready to pull out a pencil and start working with you until Mrs Baker demanded a switch in seats, beginning to call on random names in an effort to deter everyone from speaking. 

"Please not with Choi, please not with Choi," Jeno muttered under his breath, glancing warily at San, who was staring ahead, looking bored. 

San had had it out for Jeno ever since day one, in first grade. For some reason, everything Jeno did seemed to annoy the other boy. He wasn't funny enough, or too nerdy, or too quiet. Jeno was always too much or too little for him. 

You touched his forearm, and he looked towards you. 

“You’ll be fine,” You said softly, trying not to alert the teacher, “You’re not gonna get paired up with him, and you can take it to the office if you need to.” “Yeah, because I’m sure Coach Peralta would be thrilled if someone tried to get his precious midfielder in trouble.”

“Choi, San,” Mrs Baker’s voice rang throughout the room, and Jeno braced himself for the worst, eyebrows furrowing with worry. 

“You’ll be sitting with… L/N, Y/N.” 

Jeno’s shoulders slumped, but your face remained impassive. You picked up your stuff, and pouted silently at Jeno in apology, before making your way to the front. 

“Lee, Jeno,” Mrs Baker called a few minutes later, “You’ll be sitting with Jang, Yeeun.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief. Yeeun is nice, Jeno thought to himself, I could sit with Yeeun. She wasn’t part of his main friend group, but he had tutored her in math during sophomore year in exchange for her helping him with Spanish, and they’d been pretty friendly ever since. 

“Hey,” Yeeun greeted as Jeno sat down, and Jeno smiled at her. 

“Remember, these will be your assigned lab partners for the rest of the semester. No changes, no exceptions.” Mrs. Baker sat down at her desk, before beginning to talk about something Jeno didn’t really pay attention to.

You exchanged glances with Jeno, and he gave you a look of sympathy as you gestured at San with your eyes. San was talking to you about something—probably bragging about some soccer achievement—but you weren’t paying him much attention. Jeno swallowed something growing in his throat as he looked at how your hair looked today. 

It was nothing relatively new, the same hairstyle you used on most days. But still, there was a bit of a shine to it. He wondered vaguely if you had changed your shampoo, the other day you’d been complaining about how itchy your normal shampoo made your scalp—

“You still haven’t told her about how you feel?” Yeeun asked quietly, and Jeno’s head snapped back to look at her, eyes wide.

“W-what? Me. Like Y/N…” He laughed nervously, trying to keep his voice down. He scratched the back of his head, avoiding Yeeun’s accusatory stare. “You’re hilarious, Yeeun. Tell another one.”

Yeeun shook her head. “You’d better hurry before someone else snatches her up, Jen. She’s not gonna wait around for you forever.”

 “I don’t like her, Yeeun.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Hey! Jeno Lee!”

“Hey! Jaemin Na! What do you want!” Jeno answered as he sat down, mimicking Jaemin’s tone next to him.

“Well, for starters, a million dollars, and second, a date with Yiren Wang, but I doubt you can help me with either of those, so...”

Jeno glanced at the rest of the table. Along with Jaemin, Mark,  Renjun, Donghyuck, and you were watching the interaction between the pair. “Where are the munchkins?” Jeno asked, noticing Chenle and Jisung’s absence. No one could really call them munchkins anymore. That nickname dated back to middle school, before the two underclassmen had gone through growth spurts.

“Eh, they should be here soon,” Renjun said, chewing on a french fry, “How’s your day been?”

“Pretty good so far, I guess. I got AP Calc with Mr. Washington later, though. That man wants me dead.”

You rolled your eyes. “He doesn’t want you dead. I’m telling you, you and Hyuck have been spending way too much time together. You’re being more dramatic than usual and Hyuck’s being more… weird than usual.”

“And just what is so weird about being enthusiastic about senior year, Y/N?” Donghyuck asked, shaking his head, “It’s our last year in this hellhole, I’m excited that we’re finally getting out of here. And besides—”

“Please don’t bring up the fact that you’re abandoning us next year.” Chenle seemingly appeared out of nowhere, sitting next to Renjun, Jisung following quickly behind him.

“Hi, Sungie,” You said with a smile, and Jisung smiled back. “Hi, Y/N.”

“What were you saying, Hyuck?” Jaemin looked at Donghyuck, who had taken the quick interaction as an opportunity to take a bite of his sandwich. His wide eyes darted to the slim boy, cheeks stuffed with chicken. 

“Oh,” He replied after swallowing, “This is gonna be my year. I’m getting male lead for the winter musical and no one is gonna stop me.”

“Do you even know what musical you guys are doing yet?” Mark asked, “What if it’s like… Shrek?”

Jisung made a face. “There’s a Shrek musical?”

Mark nodded, and Renjun laughed.

“I don’t know about male lead, if it’s Shrek. You should try out for Donkey,” The Chinese boy joked, “With those front teeth, you’re a shoo-in.”

The entire table was silent for a moment, before snorts and chortles started pouring out from everyone except Donghyuck.

“Fuck you, Huang.” 

Renjun flashed the friendliest smile he could muster. “Not if you paid me a million dollars.”

The subject remained on extracurriculars, everyone in your group except for Chenle and Jisung now wary of college applications. Donghyuck had been in theater ever since middle school, Renjun was in the robotics club and the debate team with Jaemin, who was also in the student council. Mark was on the math team with Jeno, and you had founded the film club. 

"You're not gonna believe who asked to sign up for film," You huffed, looking kind of confused. The rest of the table looked at you expectantly, and you pursed your lips, almost as if you were trying not to laugh.

"San Choi."

Renjun scoffed. Jaemin raised his eyebrows before letting out a single, humorless laugh. Jeno made a face, poking his plastic fork at you. 

"What is San Choi doing asking to sign up for film?"

"Fuck if I know. He said he needed one more extracurricular if he wanted to get into some college in Florida and he liked going to the movies, so he wanted to try out film."

Mark rolled his eyes. "I swear there's nothing in that guy's head but hot gas. It blows my mind."

"He's a dick," Chenle grumbled, "I'm still not over how he and Wooyoung taped Jisung to the flagpole last year."

Jisung scowled. "I thought we agreed to never bring that up again."

“Do you think they’ll finally calm the fuck down this year?” Jaemin wondered, looking wistful.

You took a sip of your coke and shook your head. “Doubt it. They’re not the hateful eight for a reason.”

The mood at the table turned tense, until Jaemin frowned at his french fries, before sighing and clapping his hands together dramatically. “I would like to hear,” He mused, “About the nuance that theatre gives the cinematic masterpiece that is Shrek when converted into musical form.”

Donghyuck beamed. “Oh, it’s amazing. You see…”

If it was difficult to get Donghyuck to stop talking in general, it was impossible when it was about theater.

The conversation continued on until the bell rang, and the eight of you had to go your separate ways. Jaemin and Jeno had the same class, so they both walked together down a relatively calm hallway. Jaemin looked both ways, before finally lowering his voice. 

“So, you’re going to see Mr. Park today?”

Jeno nodded, looking down at his shoes. “He said he wanted to give me an assignment. Says there’s something big going on.”

Jaemin’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Did he say what kind of something?” 

Jeno shook his head, pouting slightly. “I’ll let you know tomorrow.” 

Once school was out, Jeno was getting ready to get onto the subway once again, this time heading towards Midtown. It was only day one and, as Jeno had predicted, Mr. Washington probably was out to get him, because he’d swamped the class with homework.

As he left the school, he spotted you in the parking lot, leaning against your car door, texting someone. He glanced at his phone. He still had plenty of time, he figured. He walked over to you, and when you looked up, you smiled. 

“Hey!” Your voice had that signature tone of enthusiasm to it, and Jeno smiled back immediately. 

“Hello,” He sing-songed. “So, I was thinking… are you free on Friday night?”

You looked somewhere above his head, furrowing your eyebrows before you perked up again and nodded. “Yep! Why?”

“I’m free after nine. Maybe then I could come over to your house? So I can finally get you to stop harassing me about Blade Runner.”

You grinned, pumping your fists enthusiastically. “Hell yes,” You answered, “Do you want me to get like, some frozen pizzas or something?” 

“Pizza sounds good,” He said. “Who are you even waiting for?” 

You made a face that made it seem as if you’d just gotten a whiff of rotten milk. “Well—”

Your response was interrupted when the school doors slammed open, and eight figures poured out, carrying themselves with confidence Jeno both envied and despised. He frowned, trying not to react at their loud whooping and laughing. The Hateful Eight.

“Oh.” Jeno averted his gaze, meeting your eyes again.

“Yeah. If you don’t hear from me later it’s because I jumped out of my truck because I don’t wanna work with—”

“Well, hello, gorgeous!” San’s voice filled the parking lot, and Jeno took a deep breath. Your mouth stretched into a tight-lipped smile at the unwanted ‘compliment’. 

“Hey, San.” Your friendly passive aggressive tone almost made Jeno smile. “I’ve been waiting here for like, fifteen minutes. You could have just given me your number and asked me to send you pictures of my notes, you know.”

He shrugged, turning his body so that his back was turned to Jeno. “Sorry, babe. Coach wanted to talk to us about the upcoming season. When he gets going, it’s hard to get him to stop. And besides, where’s the fun in just asking for pictures when I could come here, talk to you, and take the pictures myself?”

You didn’t respond, but rather pulled out your backpack and began digging through it. When you pulled out your notebook, you handed it to San, who flashed a wink at you. You barely held back a gag. 

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll just be a minute.” 

He walked over to the hood of your truck, and just as you were about to continue your conversation, two figures slung their arms around both of Jeno’s shoulders, causing him to flinch. 

Out of the fifteen soccer players on the team, San and his best friends—seven of them, to be precise—were the worst. The others were pretty nice. But right now, seeing two of those seven surround your best friend made you uneasy. 

Wooyoung was loud. He was also a temperamental brat. His dad owned three used car dealerships over in Brooklyn, so naturally, he thought he owned the entire world. He wasn’t someone who would get too physical in fights, like San, or Jongho, or Yeosang. But when he was angry, he could easily get you to jump into the stratosphere by yelling at you once. Over the years, he’d made several teaching assistants and substitute teachers cry, only getting let off with a slap on the wrist every time. 

 Yunho was terrifying for completely different reasons. He was friendly, but a little too friendly to the people he wanted to control. He could read people like books and could easily manipulate whoever he wanted. But he wasn’t afraid of getting physical either, especially not when he was built like a goddamn Power Rangers Megazord. 

All in all, they definitely weren't anyone you wanted near you, near your friends. Especially considering how much they had it out for your friends. 

"Hey, buddy," Yunho said, looking down at Jeno with a wide smile. "How was summer vacation?"

Jeno gnawed on the side of his cheek as he considered his answer. "Um, it was okay." He looked at you to catch your eyes darting between San, Yunho and Wooyoung, like you were analyzing the situation. "I kinda stayed in and played video games most of the t—"

"Cool, cool," Yunho answered, carding his free hand through his bleach blond hair. "What about you, Woo?"

"Oh, dude, it was so cool," He bragged, "I went to Brazil for like, a month. I went clubbing with Instagram models and shit, it was wild."

You stared at him as he patted Jeno on the back rather aggressively. "Where did you go? Have you ever even left New York?" 

You knew the answer. Only a few times when the debate team went to compete in different states. Jeno spoke up again. "Well, yeah a few t—"

"Doubt it," Yunho scoffed. He craned his head back. "San, you done yet?"

"Almost!" San answered. Yunho turned to face you, and for some reason his smile seemed genuinely kind. “What about you, Y/N?”

You never understood why it was that the soccer team hated your entire friend group, but seemed to tolerate you. It made no sense.

So you shrugged. “Not a lot, I guess. Did my summer reading. Hung out with my friends.” You flashed a reassuring smile at Jeno. “Right, Jen?”

Immediately, he relaxed a little bit. “Yeah.”

San appeared from behind Yunho, Jeno and Wooyoung. “Thanks, Y/N. I owe you one.”

You waved your hand, wanting them to get rid of them quickly. “Don’t mention it. But next time, just text me for my notes. I have to get to work, so…”

“Oh! My bad,” He answered with fake remorse, before unlocking his phone and handing it over to you. “Here. For next time.”

You stifled a deep sigh, punching in the numbers hesitantly. “Just for homework, got it?”

San took his phone back, holding a hand over his heart and raised his head. “On a gentleman's honor,” He declared, and you bit back a laugh. Jeno looked like he was going to hurl.

“San!” The team captain—Hongjoong—called from a few feet away, “Are you guys done yet or what?”

“Coming!” San yelled back.

“Alright, we’ll let you go,” Wooyoung said, patting Jeno on the back again, a bit too harsh for comfort. “Bye, Y/N! See you around.”

 The three of them stalked off, leaving you and a very frazzled Jeno. “Dicks,” You muttered once they were out of earshot. “You good?”

Jeno shook his head, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ll be fine.”

You tilted your head, frowning. “Jeno—”

“I gotta go,” He said quickly. “I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, offering a lopsided smile. “Yeah. Be careful!” 

Jeno offered a deep bow, fluttering his eyelashes. “On a gentleman’s honor,” He sighed, adding a very bad British accent to it. You burst out laughing, eyes squeezing shut.

You didn’t catch the way Jeno’s shoulders relaxed at the sound.

I want you to know now

Baby, it could go down

I don’t wanna talk about it

Baby, let’s just go now

The train ride into Midtown didn’t take too long. He spent it digging through his backpack for his Park Industries lanyard, listening to music and thinking about you.

When you talk right to me 

You gon’ have to do me

Every time you think you’re leaving 

You running back to me

You’d met Jeno when you were six. Truth be told, he didn’t really remember. For him it was like you weren’t there at one point and by the time you were, you were thicker than thieves. It was a difficult time for him. He had just lost both of his parents, and was moving in with his Aunt Sunny and his Uncle Jinki, who were barely out of college at the time. He’d had to move to a new school and basically restart his entire life. You were the first sense of stability in his life for months. 

Your mom lived next to his aunt and uncle. So naturally, you went to the same school and went on the same bus. And somewhere along the way, you two clicked. You’d introduced him to Renjun, Jaemin and Donghyuck. You were there to comfort him whenever he got pushed off the slide by San or Wooyoung. 

He was there for you when your stepdad and stepbrother moved in when you were nine and you weren’t sure how to deal with it. He was there when your mom died when you were thirteen. He’d introduced you and your friends to Mark, Chenle and Jisung. 

And you were there when his Uncle Jinki got killed when he was fifteen. And because fate had an especially cruel sense of irony, it had happened on a Tuesday. You didn’t know, but at the time, he had just gotten his powers. Your comfort and words unknowingly had a secondary effect: he made the decision to use them for good, and… well. The rest was history. 

Can we just talk? Can we just talk?

Talk about where we're goin'

Before we get lost, lend me your thoughts

Can't get what we want without knowin'

Just like when he met you, he didn’t recall an exact moment where he realized he’d fallen in love with you. He knew there was a world where he loved you, but wasn’t in love with you. And he knew that there was a world here he’d fallen in love with you—he was living in that world now. He realized he was living in that world maybe when he was sixteen, and had been stuck in it ever since. 

You were it for him. He’d had crushes before. But never something like this, where he was so aware of your presence around him. It wasn’t the way he was hyper aware of someone like San, or like Yunho or Jongho. It wasn’t out of anxiety or fear, where a shift in mood activated his fight or flight. He was aware of you in a way that only people who truly know each other do, where he could pick up on subtle changes in your behavior, but not out of fear. Rather, out of a desire to take care of you and to not have you worry about anything. 

I've never felt like this before

I apologize if I'm movin' too far

Can we just talk? Can we just talk?

Figure out where we're goin'...

As the train rolled into the station that was a fifteen minute walk from Park Tower, Jeno put away his headphones and took a deep breath.

The “Jeno Tingle” as his Aunt Sunny called it—Jeno hated the term—had taken him a few years to gain control of. And while he could never truly turn it off, he could at least tune it out enough to be more at ease. The only time he did so was at school or when he was studying, just because he wanted to feel normal, and because being aware of everything going on around him really messed with his concentration. 

Jaemin didn’t understand. “If I was able to tell whenever Seonghwa was behind me because he wanted to scare me into doing his chemistry homework, I’d never turn that shit off,” He’d said once. But truthfully, Jeno didn’t really care. Because while yes, he was still slightly scared of the “hateful eight”, he knew damn well that if things got to be too much, he could kick their asses if he wanted to. 

It was his friends he worried about. He couldn’t be around them 24/7. You, not so much. He knew you knew how to fight. Even worse, he knew that San had the hots for you so you were off limits to the rest of them, be it bullying or flirting. But for everyone else… Well. He couldn’t hover over them like some guardian angel. 

Now that the “Jeno Tingle” was on, it allowed him to sense everyone within a certain range around him. He could zero in on certain sounds with ease, and his reflexes became heightened. Halfway on his walk up Park Avenue, he jumped away from a chihuahua on its leash a second before it started barking at him.

When he entered the first floor lobby of the Park Building, he scoured the crowd of employees and visitors until he landed on one familiar face. 

He'd met Doyoung about a year after his dad started dating your mom. Things between your parents were starting to get serious, and Doyoung was four years older than you were. When they moved into your house, Doyoung as your new stepbrother became the de facto chaperone and babysitter. If you wanted to go to the mall with Jeno, he had to take you. Every time you dragged Jeno to the movies, Doyoung had to go also. 

To an extent, it wasn't that bad. Doyoung was cool, and he was smart—he was the one who got Jeno interested in computers and chemistry. He graduated high school at 16, and finished his bachelor's degree at 19. He'd also interned at Park Industries, and secured a job there almost immediately after college. 

To an extent, he was the whole reason Mr. Park knew who he was, because of one incident. It was relatively soon after he started the whole vigilante thing. Jeno, still figuring out how to maneuver on the webs that shot out of his wrists, had accidentally crashed into your backyard late at night, when only Doyoung was awake. He was standing in the back door while he was waiting for his dog to finish peeing. 

Initially, the older boy had freaked out, thinking that it was a burglar or something. When he yelled out that his dad was a cop and was asleep in the house, Jeno panicked, and pulled off his mask, holding up his hands.

“Woah, woahwoahwoah! Doyoung! It’s me, it’s me!” 

Doyoung’s eyes had widened to the size of saucers, paying no mind to the dog as it sauntered up to Jeno, before turning onto its back in a request for belly rubs.

"You're the spider guy everyone's been talking about!?"

"Spider man," Jeno had answered, voice cracking as he dusted himself off. He cringed at the sound of his voice. "...and yes."

Of course, his cover was blown, and he'd begged Doyoung not to tell anyone, especially not you. And while Doyoung had promised not to tell you, it didn't stop him from telling his boss. 

That had been almost three years ago now. The rest was history, and after that Jeno didn’t have to run around in bright red sweatpants and dollar store swimming goggles. Now, he had a nanotech suit that allowed him to activate protocols of the suit through voice commands using something top-secret Mr. Park called D.R.E.A.M technology. Direct Response Engaged As Machine—yeah, Jeno didn’t get it either. 

Doyoung offered Jeno a smile as he escorted Jeno past security, showing them his employee clearance pass. "Hey. How have you been?"

Jeno shrugged, recounting his day in minor detail as he was led into an elevator labeled authorized personnel only. 

This elevator only went up to the 35th floor, seeing as everything past that was only cleared for a certain list of people approved by Mr. Park and his security team, and everything past the 90th floor were Mr. Park's private living quarters. 

Now, as Doyoung led him to another elevator to head up to the 85th floor, which was always where Jeno got to meet with Mr. Park—which wasn't often, maybe once or twice a year—he wondered where he would be if he hadn’t surprised Doyoung that night. He would probably still be using those ugly red sweatpants as part of his disguise.

"How's Y/N?" Doyoung asked. 

"Oh, she seems okay. That guy who hates me keeps coming onto her though. He's a huge douchebag."

Doyoung frowned. "He's not harassing her, is he? Because if he is—"

"He just won't stop flirting, even though she clearly isn't interested," Jeno said bitterly, "He isn't physical or anything. Trust me, it wouldn't end well for him if he was."

Doyoung wasn't quite sure how to respond to the younger boy's dark tone. He looked down, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“So… how’s the apartment?” Jeno asked. Doyoung perked up instantly.

“Oh, now that Taeyong’s moved in and did his interior design thing, it looks great. He’s really done a great job at it.”

“When am I gonna meet this guy? He sounds cool.”

“He’s really cool,” Doyoung hummed, cheeks heating up. “Things are getting really serious.”

Jeno smiled at how flustered Doyoung, who was normally so level headed and calm, became at the mention of his boyfriend.

“You guys sound like a really good couple,” He said. Doyoung chuckled, waving his hand. “Oh, well—” 

 The elevator dinged, and Doyoung sighed. “I’ll tell you later. C’mon.”

The hallway it opened up to was lined with pictures of the company's history, starting from pictures of black and white of people in vintage clothing, to pictures in sepia tones to finally pictures of the current CEO at locations around the world: Chanyeol Park.

Jeno walked behind Doyoung as he led him down the hallway, before stopping in front of a door, and a friendly looking man in a suit. 

Junmyeon was a part of Chanyeol’s Security and Intelligence team, and often sat in on these meetings with Jeno. The chain of contact also included him. If Jeno couldn’t contact Doyoung (which rarely happened), he’d contact Junmyeon. And if he couldn’t contact either of them, or it was an emergency, only then could he contact Chanyeol. So far, that had only happened once.

"Hey, Junmyeon," Doyoung said, "Mr. Park's 4:30 is here." 

Junmyeon nodded, before smiling at Jeno and giving him a wave. "Hey, kid."

Jeno offered an awkward grin. "Hi, Mr. Kim."

Junmyeon rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Kid, you're making me feel ancient. I've told you a million times, just call me Junmyeon."

Jeno shuffled awkwardly, before nodding at the older man, watching as he pressed a button on his earpiece. "Hey, Yeol. Jeno's here."

The muffled response was barely heard, but Jeno automatically understood what Mr. Park said. Junmyeon turned to open the door, and let the pair inside. The “office”—if it could even be called that—opened up to more of a lounge, than anything. A wall of glass overlooked the Manhattan skyline, but Jeno knew that from the outside it looked only like a wall, due to camouflage technology developed by Mr. Park himself. As Doyoung and Junmyeon stayed back, closer to the door, Jeno took a few steps toward the man in question.

Chanyeol was standing a few feet in front of the glass window, working on a holographic model of a new piece of tech. His face was turned downward in a concentrated frown. He barely spared the teenager a glance as he said fondly, “Hey, kid.”

Jeno was used to this. Chanyeol wasn’t cold per se, but he wasn’t warm at all. He knew that Chanyeol cared about him, even if he didn’t really show it in a conventional way. Chanyeol was a very… eccentric man, so he had his own way of saying and doing things. 

“Hi, Mr. Park. Um… you wanted to talk to me?”

“Yep! Needed some help from the friendly neighborhood Spiderman… A little birdie told me about something going on in Queens.”

“Queens?” Jeno asked, gripping the straps of his backpack. “You mean, other than the usual stuff?”

“Other than the usual stuff,” Chanyeol repeated, nodding. With a wave of his hand, the hologram disappeared, and another one appeared in its place. This time, instead of a 3D model, a few pictures and another, smaller 3D model appeared. Chanyeol turned to face him, frown deepening. He pointed at the model—a long, shiny oval-shaped purple stone. It reminded Jeno of an amethyst, but instead of turning white at the base, it turned to an iridescent jade tone. “You know what this is, right?”

Jeno nodded, remembering seeing the rocks all over the news when he was a kid. “That’s… that’s a Chitauri stone. From the invasion a few years back.”

Chanyeol nodded, standing up straight. “These stones have the potential to power weapons with no need to recharge, or change them out. They’re an infinite, extremely strong power source, Jeno, and in the wrong hands can be very dangerous.”

Jeno took a deep breath, feeling his stomach sink slowly. Chanyeol sighed. “Cleanup of the city after the invasion was long, and difficult, and obviously the government and the company weren’t able to get everything. It caused a black market to pop up. Now, the NYPD has been investigating it for years, but they have their limits… that’s where you come in.”

“M-me, Mr. Park?”

Chanyeol gave him a crooked, reassuring smile. He pointed at one of the pictures, which was of a man who most likely didn’t know he was photographed. He was walking somewhere, face looking angry and stern.

“You don’t know who this is, right?”

Jeno shook his head, and Chanyeol turned his head to nod at Junmyeon. “You’re up, tough guy.”

Junmyeon huffed, before walking up to Jeno. He put his hand on Jeno’s shoulder as if he could tell that he was growing anxious. 

“Jeno, that’s Henry Duke. From what we understand on the intel team, he’s one of the cornerstones of the alien tech black market. He’s one of the top dogs. From what we understand, he likes to be present for all major negotiations that his group makes. A source of ours told us that there’s going to be a negotiation on Friday night not too far away from LaGuardia. We want you to go out there and just get a feel of what’s going on.”

“Just watch them, right?” Jeno looked at Junmyeon, who patted his back reassuringly. “Just watch. Don’t engage unless you absolutely have to.”

“You can do that, right?” Chanyeol said quietly, crossing his arms. “Because if not, then it’s totally—”

“Yeah, of course I can! Friday—shit, Friday. At what time are they supposed to be meeting up?”

Junmyeon furrowed his eyebrows, before answering, “Around eight or nine.”

Jeno bit his lip, thinking about the promise he’d made to you. It would just have to wait, he supposed. Chanyeol rarely asked anything this big of him.

“Alright,” Jeno agreed, “I’ll do it.”

Chanyeol grinned, clapping his hands together. 

“Perfect.” 

They discussed logistics briefly after. Doyoung would be on call with Jeno, his custom made suit allowing them to communicate, letting Doyoung see everything Jeno was seeing via a video feed coming from the ultra thin lenses placed in the white eye sockets of the mask. Doyoung would then report to Junmyeon, who would report to Chanyeol, who would probably report to the FBI. Jeno was only to engage if absolutely necessary.

After that, he set out on patrol. He usually found some discreet place to hide his backpack, and then went all over Queens looking for trouble, quite literally. Around five thirty, he stopped a robbery in Murray Hill. Then, around seven, he stopped a man from stealing a woman’s purse in Elmhurst. Nothing too much.

Around eight, he finally headed home, this time dressed normally, using the train and not web fluid. He walked home, tired, knowing that he’d immediately have to do that cursed AP calc homework. When he got home, he opened his backpack pocket to look for his keys, rummaging between his notebooks and other things. 

Shuffling through his stuff, he furrowed his eyebrows as he couldn’t find them. Thinking back, he remembered this morning, when he’d left in a rush… and had very obviously left his keys on his desk.

“Shit,” He muttered to himself. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, remembering that Aunt Sunny had said she’d be working overtime tonight. He could very easily sneak in through his window, but he was pretty sure he’d locked it the night before, and it was too early. People’s lights were still on—anyone could see him if they just looked up, and then he would be screwed. 

Huffing and zipping his backpack up, he marched up to your house, before ringing the doorbell. He shifted his weight back and forth, from his heels to the balls of his feet, until the door opened up. A familiar man with a face just like Doyoung's, but older, with graying hair and arms scarred and muscled from years of working on the police force stood in the doorway.

“Jeno?” Your dad offered him a warm smile. “Hey, kiddo, what’s up?”

“Hi, Mr. Kim,” Jeno said, smiling back. He shifted nervously. “I, um… I left my keys in my room this morning, and my aunt’s working late, so… could I… maybe wait here? Y/N’s home, right?” 

The man nodded. “Of course, of course. Come in!” 

Your dad had always been super friendly, even from the day Jeno had first met him. You'd told Jeno once that he was the only real father figure you'd ever had. Once everything settled after him and your mom got married, you started calling him dad altogether. And since you and Jeno were practically glued at the hip, he got along with your dad almost as well as you did.

“Okay.” Jeno stepped in and set down his backpack at the base of the coat rack next to the door, as he’d done a million times before. Jeno stepped into the living room, and sat down on the couch. He folded his hands in his lap and looked up at your dad.

"I think Y/N's in the shower, but she should be done soon. You can just wait here if you want… have you eaten anything yet?”

“Uh, I had a granola bar on the train, but that’s it.”

“We have some leftover pasta here, if you want—”

“Thanks, Mr. Kim, really! I’m fine.”

Your dad nodded, sitting down on his recliner. “So, have you started your college list, yet? Y/N said you wanted to stay here in New York.”

Jeno nodded, pushing some hair out of his face. “Well, yeah. It would make things a lot easier, I think. I might want to apply to NYU, but I think I’ll just go to community college, or something.”

Your dad shook his head. “You’re a pretty smart kid, Jeno. I think you could get into Columbia if you set out to. Plus, Chanyeol Park doesn’t give out internships to anybody. That’s your secret weapon.”

Jeno smiled. “Well, you’ve got a point.” 

Your dad gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Come on, trying won’t hurt!” Your dad made a face, and then rubbed his knuckles. “Have you been working out? Those muscles weren’t there the last time I did that.”

Jeno laughed, trying to think of an excuse. “Oh, a little bit? The house needed some fixing up over the summer, and I wanted to help Aunt Sunny, so…”

“Jeno?” 

He turned immediately, eyes landing on you at the base of the staircase. You’d changed into an old t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair was slightly damp. “What are you doing here?” You asked, with a curious smile.

His shoulders slumped, and he grinned sheepishly. “Terrible Tuesday strikes again. I forgot my keys.”

You grimaced. “Brutal, dude. You wanna come up?” Your eyes moved to your dad. “Or am I interrupting guy time?”

“Oh, definitely,” Jeno answered, playing along. He took a cocky tone as he rested his hands on the back of his neck. “Your dad was just telling me about how much the NYPD needs me.” 

You stifled a laugh. You dad seemed to be holding back a laugh too. "Hey, you're joking, but if you keep working out like that, and if by some impossible chance, the college thing doesn't work out… We might just be able to catch Spiderman if we finally got some brain cells on the force."

"Ugh, dad," You groaned, unaware of Jeno's gut twisting, "Not again."

"Yeah, Mr. Kim," Jeno said, scratching the back of his head, "He's not that bad."

Your dad shook his head. "Look, I don't hate the guy. In all honesty, crime rates have dropped since he started doing his thing. But he thinks he's above the law, and his methods can be a bit… unorthodox sometimes. He’s been undermining us for years and his tech is state of the art. Makes me wonder about what we should do to modernize the force."

Jeno looked downward, wondering what would happen if your dad knew the truth.

"Well, I guess we may just never find out. Jeno'd make a horrible cop. He couldn't hurt a fly if you paid him a million dollars."

But you came to the rescue as you grabbed his backpack, and soon enough he was up the stairs with you, heading into your bedroom, laughing to yourselves when you heard your dad jokingly call out, "Fifteen inch distance, you two! Door stays open!"

He sat on your desk chair while you lay on your bed, limbs splaying out. 

"So you left your keys."

Jeno groaned. "Don't remind me. I was in such a rush to leave, that I… I forgot. I'm so stupid."

You rolled your eyes, rolling over onto your stomach to look at him. "You're not stupid, Jen. You made an honest mistake because you were in a hurry." 

Standing up, you walked over to him and leaned against the desk. "Seriously, Jeno. What's gotten into you, lately? You freak out about every little thing. It's starting to worry me." 

Jeno shook his head. "I don't know," He admitted. "I think I'm just scared about how after this year, everything changes. Renjun’s headed upstate. Jaemin’s going to Boston. You want to go to LA. I think Hyuck and I are the only ones who want to stay here. I just… I don't want things to change." 

Your expression turned sad as he continued. "Everyone is expecting great things from me. You're smart, Jeno. You can get into an Ivy. Or, you have a Park internship, you'll be fine. What if I don't want things to be fine? What if I want them to just stay the same?"

You stayed silent for a few moments, trying to think of what to say. Jeno was relatively level headed for someone your age, but even he had moments of doubt and panic. It made moments like these difficult.  You sighed before grabbing him by the hand. Wordlessly, you tugged him over to the bed, sitting him down and leaning your head on his shoulder. He could feel the dampness in your hair seeping slowly into his shirt.

"I guess I understand what you mean," You mumbled, trying to reason with him, "But come on. You wouldn't really want everything to stay the same. You can't tell me you want to keep getting AP calc homework. And I definitely doubt that you'd want to have your ass kicked by San for the rest of your life."

Jeno looked at the floor. "You're right. But you know that's not what I mean—"

"I know," You huffed, "I'm just saying. Change… it's inevitable. The longer you fight it, the harder it is."

Jeno nodded. "This sucks."

"It does," You agreed, taking his hand in yours. "But at least we have each other's backs, y'know?"

Something of a smile appeared on his face. You were so close to him, leaning on him, stroking his knuckles with your thumb. He hoped you couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest. 

"We really do, huh?" His voice turned quiet, with a bit of a sleepy lull to it. He allowed his head to rest on yours. "You're so comfortable. Can I like, use you as a pillow for the rest of my life?"

You giggled. "I'll consider it on two conditions."

"Oh, you'll consider. How generous of you."

"Yes, I'll consider. Now, do you wanna hear my terms or not?" 

Jeno raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead," He said, before putting on his best Marlon Brando voice, "Make me an offer I can't refuse."

Snorting, you lifted your head off of his. "Okay. One, you finish your calculus homework here before Sunny gets home."

He pursed his lips. "Okay, I could probably do that. What's the other one?"

"Let me drive you to school for the rest of the year." 

Jeno stared at you, and you nodded, eyes wide. "Trust me, Jen. You wouldn't need to wake up so early! And plus, you can't text the guy manning the subway asking him to give you five minutes because you need to find your keys."

Jeno gnawed on the inside of his cheek. You did have a point, and to be honest, he could probably refrain from putting his feet up on your dashboard.

"Deal." 

You grinned. "Awesome," You answered, before nodding towards his backpack. "Now get to work, Einstein."

The rest of the week wasn't that bad. Yes, you were absolutely batshit insane about your truck in the morning, but he soon realized he didn't really mind. Not when it allowed you both to spend some twenty extra minutes together in the mornings, and they were spent joking around and listening to your extremely varied playlist. 

On the other hand, he was saddled with more and more homework, greater and greater expectations. The looming threat of Friday's mission rolled around, and it made Jeno feel like time was passing much too slowly but also way too quickly. There was so much on his mind. He had chemistry with you on Thursdays in the afternoon, which also meant that San was there. Which also meant that sometimes, his heightened senses would pick up on San dropping a tacky pick up line which made Jeno want to punch him in the jaw.

Finally, finally, Friday afternoon rolled around. As he bid you goodbye and promised to see you later, he tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach. The feeling that something was about to go very, very wrong. He went out on patrol, ready for Doyoung to set up the call and tell him where he needed to go. It didn’t help that there wasn’t a lot for him to do that day. Crime had seemed to slow down altogether. 

When the time finally came, and the sun was beginning to set, Doyoung rang in at about 7, telling him the location. An old warehouse near LaGuardia airport, hidden from prying eyes. Jeno made his way to the place, avoiding security cameras Doyoung warned him about, and found a place to hide. There was a hole in the warehouse roof, which allowed him to peer right into the building without being seen. It was about thirty feet from the ground.

“Why is it always old, abandoned warehouses?” Jeno grumbled. He heard Doyoung laugh quietly. 

“Beats me,” Doyoung sighed. 

And so they waited. Jeno wondered vaguely if you were still working. He wasn’t sure. They made time talking quietly, until a black SUV rolled into the warehouse. “Woah, Doyoung,” He murmured, “Hold up.”

Jeno leaned forward, but quickly realized he probably wouldn’t be able to hear what was being said. “D.R.E.A.M, activate Heightened Intelligence Protocol.”

Activating Heightened Intelligence Protocol.

The protocol allowed Jeno to use the lenses over his eyes to zoom in on specific targets, as well as use a microphone embedded in the suit to pick up audio from far away and feed it directly into his ears.

He watched as three figures got out of the car, a fourth remaining in the driver’s seat. The trio stood in front of the car, and Jeno recognized the man in the middle as the man Junmyeon had been talking about.

“Alright, there’s Henry Duke,” He said, “The one in the middle.”

 “Got it,” Doyoung replied, sounding satisfied. “Now all we have to do is wait for the other party.”

“Did Junmyeon’s sources say anything about who it would be?”

“No. They weren’t able to find that out. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Jeno’s eyes never left the man. “Do you think it’s something international?”

Doyoung sighed. “I’m not sure. If it is international, then you need to be even more careful.”

“Got it. I think—Wait, here they come.” 

A second vehicle, this one another black SUV, rolled up not too far away from the first car. The lights turned off and the engine sputtered to a stop, and four men stepped out of the vehicle.

Jeno’s stomach dropped, and of its own accord, his mouth let loose a quiet, “What the fuck,” as he registered the person leading them. 

“What?” Doyoung asked, before realizing what—who—he was looking at. “...Is that my dad?”

“I think it is,” Jeno whispered, fingertips suddenly numb. Who was he kidding? They both knew who it was. 

“So,” One of the men next to your dad said, “You show us yours, we’ll show you ours?”

Henry Duke clapped his hands together with an impish grin. “I suppose. Reagan, get the case.”

One of the two men standing beside him started off toward the trunk of the car. “It caught me off guard when I heard that the force wanted to purchase these. Almost made me wonder if this was your attempt at a sting operation.”

“What made you change your mind?” Your dad asked. Jeno swallowed at how cold he sounded. This wasn’t your dad, and it didn’t seem like Officer Kim either. This was someone Jeno had never met before. 

“Honestly, Kim?” Duke raised an eyebrow, shrugging. “It was you. Your cooperativeness and willing to feed us information, as well as your… insurance agreement. And besides, you made a very interesting point when you said that the Avengers Initiative and Park’s alum Spiderman is ruining the way the law operates around here. That type of bitterness… hard to fake.”

Your dad huffed. “We’re fucking tired of it.”

The man leaning against the car your dad had stepped out of scoffed. “If this helps us catch the little asshole, then so be it.”

Jeno frowned. “I’m not little—”

“Jeno, shut up!” Doyoung snapped. 

“—Alright, then.” The man holding the briefcase—Reagan—clicked it open, as if it were a prize reveal on The Price is Right. Five guns, all modified to hold glowing Chitauri stones were placed carefully together side by side.

“You know the basics. No radiation. Keep it away from security scanners and x-rays. They will blow up. And second of all, these are at half the price, along with the promise from the chief of police that my business won’t be touched, and will only be distributed to officers in on the operation and have agreed to turn off their body cameras when they decide to use these weapons. Should this not be a sting operation, we’ll be back here to negotiate.”

Jeno leaned forward, watching anxiously.

“Yes, sir,” Your dad answered, nodding. “We have the money here.”

“Hand it over, then.”

That was when Jeno made his mistake. He leaned forward too much, and proceeded to fall right through the hole, bringing down some scraps of the roof with him. As he tumbled through the air, the zoom on his lenses caused him to grow dizzy as he had no idea what he was looking at. He caught himself before he could fall, clumsily commanding D.R.E.A.M to go back to turn off the current protocol. His vision returned to normal, and he swung up onto a rafter holding the warehouse up.

“So, we have company.” Duke didn’t sound as amused as he had before. His face turned into a sneer. “Get him.”

In less than a second, before Jeno could say anything, five guns were pointed directly at him. He managed to swing away before any bullets could hit him. 

“Jeno, get out of there now,” Doyoung ordered. 

“What about the guns?” Jeno asked, swinging to another rafter. “They know I’m here, I might as well get them before I go—”

“No! Jeno, listen to what I’m telling you. You’ve done more than enough, and you need to let it g—”

Your dad aimed, and a bullet fired right at Jeno’s chest. For a second, he forgot that the chest area of the suit was lined with bulletproof material. While it didn’t shoot into his chest, it ricocheted right off him, and since he was in motion, it somehow caused the bullet to bounce back in the direction in which it came. 

The wind was knocked out of Jeno, but it was nothing compared to watching the bullet land in the middle of your father’s chest. On the other line, he heard Doyoung yell, followed by the sound of something falling. And then, as he made his way back towards the hole he’d fallen out of, he couldn’t rip his eyes away from the body as it crumpled to the ground. 

The others around him scrambled to get back into their respective cars. Jeno was back on the roof now, trying not to hyperventilate. “I’m sorry,” He gasped, “Do—Doyoung, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to—”

“Jeno, you need to get out of there, now,” Doyoung said, voice raspy. “GO!” 

So he did, and Doyoung cut off the call once he was out of the vicinity. Jeno didn’t blame him. He swung across buildings, feeling numb as he looked for the apartment complex roof where he’d decided to hide his backpack.

When he finally did, he changed in a hurry, before slumping against the wall and forcing himself to take deep breaths. 

Doyoung’s dad—your dad—was dead. And it was all his fault. 

He cried on the way down the staircase. He cried on his way to the subway. The entire time, he ignored people’s stares. Suddenly everything was too loud, and if he met someone in the eyes he’d just about break down in the middle of the station. 

As he got onto the train, Jeno thought about all of the things your dad had done for you, and for Jeno. All the times he'd taken you both to Coney Island in the summer when you were younger. The year Pokemon Go came out he took the both of you driving around in his car so you and Jeno could catch as many Pokemon as you could. 

He’d formally adopted you when you were thirteen. You were his daughter in nearly every sense of the word, regardless of blood. And now he was dead, because of a stupid mistake that Jeno had made.

What would you say if you knew? He didn’t want to know. Checking the time on his phone, he saw he’d gotten a message from you just three minutes ago.

[8:36 PM]

y/n: lemme know when ur outside!! :)

“Fuck,” He murmured, wiping his eyes. He knew he needed to stop crying before he got to your house, and he had about ten minutes before he got to his stop, and then another five minute walk to the neighborhood. He focused on taking deep breaths and taking long swigs from his water bottle in the meantime, trying to tune out the sound of other people talking and the sound of the train on the rails.

The walk was the longest five minute walk he’d ever taken. The flashing lights of convenience stores did nothing to calm him down. As the stores in his peripheral vision began transitioning into suburban homes, he felt his heart speed up again. The constant movement as he walked meant he missed his phone vibrating in his backpack as you rang his number.

After what seemed like an eternity, two familiar houses came into his line of vision, and his shoulders slumped as he spotted you on your porch, looking small and teary, curled up into a little ball. In one hand, you were clutching your phone.

His stomach twisted as he put on a confused tone, even though he knew damn well that you knew. “...Y/N?”

You stood up, running to him and burying yourself into his chest, crumpling into his arms. You would have fell over if Jeno hadn’t held both of you up. 

“Jeno,” You sobbed, “You’re n-not go-onna believe it.”

He brought a hand up to caress your hair, holding back tears of his own as he asked a question he already knew the answer to.

“Y/N, what happened?”

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[newtonsheffield]

i would like to request more episodes in the goose and eddie the tv show.

cause i just love our academically inclined model and her soft archeologist floppy haired dinosaur boy.

I have exams, what have you done to me !!!! (i’m eternally grateful tho)

-💕

“Eddie and Goose, Eddie and Goose two little sunshine kiiiids” Yes, that is their theme song now. Somebody needs to sedate me at this point tbh. 

Now I hope you don’t mind but I have made this as a follow up to yesterday’s post ! Umm So... everyone, may I  Introduce Sarah Katharine Bagwell?

“Are you ready to see how amazing your Mummy is Sare Bear?” Matthew said as he scooped his tiny daughter from the car seat tucking her carefully into the carrier strapped to his front. His heart swelling with pride as he looked down at her legs swinging happily. So beautiful he thought, so much like Edwina already, her intelligent eyes flicking around taking things in her hair already the exact shade of her Mother’s. Edwina’s sister had sighed when she’d been handed Sarah, a little tear in her eye as she said  “She looks just like you did, Eddie.” Their Mother’s hum of approval through tears and Matthew had burned with pride, with love and affection for the woman whose chin was resting on his shoulder smiling tiredly. Everyone said it, Sarah Bagwell looked nothing like her father, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Mummy is the absolute prettiest woman in the whole wide world, Sarah, but more importantly she is kind and smart and strong, and those things are just as special. Okay.” He said, chattering mindlessly as he rounded the corner into the small cordoned off section of the park smiling as his wife came into focus in the distance, smiling at something Benedict was saying, The music she always requested playing loudly.  “Oh my goodness, Matthew Bagwell, is that your little girl?!” a voice called out, and Matthew spun towards Crystal, the stylist Edwina had been working with since ever he’d known her, already cooing over Sarah. Matthew smiled happily waving Sarah’s arm in greeting.

“Say hello to Crystal, Sarah.” He said, grinning as Crystal gasped “Aaand we’ve brought some pastries that we made this morning to introduce ourselves to everyone.” Sarah let out a little gaggle as if in agreement and Matthew’s heart leapt again.  “Well you are a very sweet man.” She said smiling and then turning back to Sarah. “Oh look at her. The pictures Eddie showed us doesn’t do her justice.” Matthew hummed in agreement.  “There’s my little Gosling.” Edwina’s voice sing songed leaving a kiss on Matthew’s cheek before pressing her lips to the top of their daughter’s head. And Matthew’s heartbeat stuttered just like always when he looked at his wife smiling up at him, her eyes shining with love, and not for the first time he wondered what it was about him that had made this woman want to spend her entire life with him, to live with him and try not to lose his tortoise, and have a baby with him. It was still a little incredible to him even after three years. 

“I won’t be long, Ben just wants to get a few more shots.” Eddie said “And then we can go and see Grandma Mary!” She cooed excitedly. Matthew couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Take your time, Honey. We’re very excited to watch you work. Aren’t we Sare Bare.” he said happily, as Sarah babbled happily. Edwina stood on her tip toes leaving a kiss against his nose.  “Love you!” She called out as she walked back towards Benedict who waved in greeting. 

And as Matthew settled into his usual seat near the stage lighting and watched his wife get to work, elegance and poise radiating from her for most probably the hundredth time, he was just as in awe as the very first time. When she turned and winked just like she always did, the light glinting off her sapphire engagement ring and mouthed Love you just like she always did he felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest just like always when he mouthed back Love You too. Her answering smile blinding. 

And when Ben said “We’ve got it, get out of here, Eddie.” This time when he stood and clapped, he did it with their daughter’s hands between his own.   

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8/10/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Jeremiah 10 - 13

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I am China. Today is the 10th day of August,  Welcome. So great to be here with you today. Glad you are here. We continue in the book of Jeremiah today with chapters 10 through 13, continuing on with the Good News Translation for this week. 

Prayer

Lord, I pray that you would purify our hearts, that you would bring to mind the things that need to be refined. And that isn't a small thing. It's not a quick and easy task that comes with no Feeling or that we're unaware of, that it happened, that we've just leveled up. But God, I pray that we would just be aware of your presence, be aware of your nearness, and I thank you for your word that reveals Part of history and also part of your heart and really just what you desire from us is to be in relationship with you. And so I pray that that would also be our hearts desire as well. And God, I just pray that we would be united with you in all that we are, all that we think and all that we do, And you it’s in your name we pray, Amen.

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Community Prayer Line

Hi, this is Victoria Soldier  just calling to pray for some of the DABbers. I wanted to pray for Elizabeth from Delaware with the Pray for Dan who's going through the surgery on I'm. I'm praying for the healing and it will do good. Good to hear that they said that that, the doctor said That he's healing very well. I'm just praying that it could heal and continue to go in the right direction. Also wanna pray for mighty tortoise who's been falling. Then I pray that God delivers in that equilibrium so that she can get the victory in the mighty name of Jesus. I'm praying with you, my sister. Just want you to know That I'm praying for you. I love you and and my heart is with you also. I wanna pray for for I want to pray for The woman that the one that lost his mother, I don't have the the name. I wanted to pray for that For that family. All those who have suffered some losses in their life, their precious mother and and the and the precious mother who lost her baby. Also I want to pray for her and I want to pray for the lady of victory and also and I wanted to say happy birthday to Ziki and all the people of God's gracious father. I just asked you to touch those that lost their precious loved one. I'm going to ask you to touch those that going through the healing like Dan Father I just asked you to touch that their precious precious leg of his and that God that you shielded forms, and you be there with him and pray for those who are going through and don't know which direction are going through relationships that want to pray for them the marriages, Lord that you. Oh touch and and and and you be in the midst of the marriages and that and bring those those them together in a mighty area a matchless way. And Lord, I'll give you the glory and the honor. I just thank you for for for for those Lord and I just thank you for all those who was there and they and and my my precious Troubles are brothers out of prison after 24 years. I just pray his strength and I pray his victory and I pray his freedom and in Jesus name that God freedom and get him be so free in Jesus that he was able to to make it on on the outside and that he don't have to be inbound. It's anymore. And rather be the blessing to him that that you called him to be in Jesus name. I love you all that but talk to you later. Bye bye. 

Still in China. Thank you so much for the constant reminders That God is with us. That God is working. Jesus is interceding. The Holy Spirit is intervening. It is because of you And all of the Christ followers who call in. Crying out for God's help.That is what keeps me crying out to God. Some situations are very minimal and some situations are very drastic, but either way, no matter the level.We are all counting on God.To be working in our situation.To have plans to prosper us and not to harm us, that all of our situations will workout for our good for those who are called.For his purpose and who choose to love him.I am so grateful that I can listen to you, Blind Tony, Prisoner of Hope.Eyes of a dove. God smile.Leaves that from the East Coast, Ashley and Jackson and so many of you.Mighty Tortoise.God's yellow flower.Andrew, Andrew.Keep calling out.Jeremy.It is because you call out. I keep calling out. If you think he's going to work, I think he's going to work. If you think he's working in our situations, I'm going to believe that too.If you believe that God is going to work, I want to believe that too. Thank you.Terry. Jesus, girl, 

I'm This is Hadrian, your friend. Adrian. Thank you so much for your message. It's August 3rd, and I'm just now listening to you and I just have to thank you. You like Jesus, thank you. Give gratitude and thank you and recognize.God for who he is, in spite of everything that we go through.Umm.To go back and listen to get the words exactly correctly. But but you know what I'm saying? Praise God for who he is, not for what we're going through and not for our circumstances, because our circumstances are never going to be ideal and we're going to go through things and.The past three months have been a challenge for me.As I've been ill to be grateful anyway, umm, and to be to recognize him for who he is.And so thank you for that reminder still going through things and.And I'm still. Umm.I'm still.Stepping up, trying to step up and.I'm praising him for who he is and recognizing that, yes.Umm, no matter what, he is God and he is us standing lay faithful. He is outrageously faithful and he's taking care of me and he is God.And so thank you so much Kerry, my dear friend. I so appreciate that. Just a good reminder, I'm no matter what we go through, he is God.And he's good all the time.And all the time he's good. Thank you so much, Kerry. I love you. Your friend Adrian.Hi, this is Chastity from Kansas. I wanted to call for. I think you said you were going to buy BB from the Northeast. You called about your wife who was is struggling with like unforgiveness when people hurt her. She holds on to resentment and bitterness and things.Like that. So I want to pray Lord Jesus.We come before you, lifting up this beautiful child to you, Lord, You know her heart, You know what she's been through, every detailed. Or you knew her before she was even formed in her mother's womb. You know, every single hair on her head, every tear she's ever cried. Lord, you know her so well.And So what? We just humbly lift her up to you and ask that you'll please heal her heart.Help her to realize how much you love her. First and foremost, how much you love her.And then how much you've blessed her with a man who loves her enough to call and ask for prayer for her. God bless him as well. Thank you. That he called to pray, ask for prayers for his wife. That's so beautiful and so needed. And Lord, we just ask you to invade her heart. Just step in and.And just take over Lord, help her to feel the freedom of forgiveness, God.There's so many of us that walk around with baggage that we don't want to talk about or we.Just feel like we're too ashamed to talk about these things because of lies that we've heard our whole lives.God help us to forgive, to let go, and to trust you.Help us to, as your word says, be still and know that you are God.Because we can't do our own. We need quiet, still time with you. Even if very hectic seasons of life. We only have maybe 5 minutes a day. God, you know, our hearts help us to be in communication with you all throughout the day. I looked up these beautiful women around the world to you and men that are struggling with these feelings.Resentment and bitterness and holding on to these things. Unforgiveness. God help us forgive and walk in freedom as you called us too. We love you, Lord. In Jesus name. Amen.