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Jeremy suddenly looks up at Michael with a surprised look on his face, as if he had discovered the meaning of life.

"Hey, Micha." Michael looks away from the tv screen in front of him and back at Jeremy.

"Yeah?" He pauses what was playing and turns to where he's facing his boyf the best he could.

"Waffles...are- they're just pancakes with abs, " Jeremy says softly, still looking at his riend with wide eyes.

"Dude-" Michael grabs Jeremy's face and pulls their faces closer together. "You're totally right."

Jeremy just stats giggling and Michael joins in not long after.

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"How is the cutest person in the world doing today?" Christine is looking at him with one of the prettiest smiles he's ever seen. Jeremy's face feels hot as he responds.

"I don't know, how are-" He gets interrupted when Christine's eyes focus on something, or someone, behind him. Her eyes are lit up and she turns back to him and frowns as if she had forgotten was there.

"Sorry Jeremy, I was talking to Jake." She goes back to staring at the thing or person behind him. He can feel his shoulders drop as the unintended insult hits him.

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"You are a fucking tragedy, Evan Hansen. You literally couldn't be a bigger mess." Jared lifts his head up from where he was laying on his best friend's couch.

Evan looks over at his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. "And you like that?"

Jared grabs Evan's face and leans in, resting his forehead on Evan's. "I love it."

"Why?" Evan asks, genuinely confused. Wouldn't that be worrying? Being a huge mess?

"Because we match, " Jared whispers, collapsing against Evan and crying. He definitely needed more sleep. Not doing that for a few days made him act like he was drunk.

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Jared numbly looks up at the ceiling, clearly upset. "Did Evan just tell me he loved me for the first time?"

"Yeah." Connor glances at Jared over the top of his book with a raised eyebrow.

"And did I do finger guns back?"Jared asks miserably, a blush painted almost permanently across his face.

"Yeah, you did." Connor doesn't look up this time, and Jared just groans.

"Fuck me, " Jared says, letting his head fall onto the table.

"That's clearly Evan's job, " Connor says, clearly with an intent to insult. Jared groans again, not even dignifying him with a response.

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So I'm doing one shot requests now...

I'm not going to be doing too many at the moment (keep an eye on the end notes of this), but if you do request, I'm using these fandoms:

-be more chill

-dear Evan Hansen

-Percy Jackson

-divergent ( mostly au's)

-the missing (only au's)

-supernatural (only au's)

A few more rules:

-no abusive/pedophilic/incest ships! (I refuse to write anything x squip)

-no smut!

-i might also reject au's that I don't know that much about.

Please comment to request. (If you want you can also go through Tumblr. My user is i-write-or-something)

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After that, Damien heads up the winding staircase and into his room, kicking his shoes off by the doorway. He grabs a book from the fourth shelf on his bookcase and opens it, flipping pages until he finds his place. It was a copy of  To Kill a Mockingbird  by Harper Lee, which was one of his favorites besides  Cryptonomicon  by Neal Stephenson,  The Young Man  by Botho Strauß,  War and Peace  by Leo Tolstoy, and  The Scarlet Ibis  by James Hurst, all of which, were also on the bookcase. This would be his twenty-sixth read through if he finished it.

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A flash of light is what wakes her up.

Her hands are trembling, legs shaky as she stands, only one thought going through her head; where is he?

The sky is still dark as she stumbles outside, her one-track mind leading her in the direction of cabin three.

The phrase is repeating over and over until her mind no longer recognizes them as words, only a feeling, a need to find him. S he almost trips up the double steps leading to the door, her hands clutching the railing on either side, pulling herself up and towards the door. Panic still has it’s claws twisted into her. F ortunately, the knob turns easily under her shaking hand. S he calms minutely seeing him curled up on his bed, the blanket only covering part of his body. But, she has to will her legs to move towards him. His eyes snap open as she falls on him, leaving him slightly disoriented from the sudden movement.

“Annabeth?” his voice is scratchy and slurred from sleep, but it’s clear enough to decipher.

She doesn’t speak, wrapping her arms around him, relief weighing down her limbs. He stretches his arm out, turning on the lamp on the bedside table.

She moves for a moment so he can sit up.

“Are you okay?” He is a little more awake now, an uneasy feeling slowly trickling into him the longer he watches her.

“I-” a hand moves to push a strand of hair from her face. The threat of tears increases behind her eyes. “I couldn’t-” the fear takes hold of her again, choking the air from her lungs with invisible hands, weighing down her chest, and flooding her mind.

Percy leans forward, guiding her onto his lap and into a hug as the tears finally fall. He rocks the two of them back and forth, silent, as she weeps away the terrors of the night.

Eventually, the tears run dry, and she leans back, not quite looking him in the eyes. His hand finds hers, and he whispers eight words into the night:

“Hold my hand. You’re going to be fine.”

And a puzzle piece finds its place.

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the white of the envelope seemed a little dull to bill, a little too devoid of something. the longer his eyes lingered, the more the frown on his face grew. a sigh sounds out in the empty room as bill rises off his bed, set on mailing it anyway.

it would be the first letter he'd send as part of derry high's new penpal program, something that struck interest but also created anxiety. bill wasn't exactly sure how the penpal thing worked, just that he'd have to send a letter but with no promise he'd get one back.

but then again, maybe mike hanlon wasn't that mean. after all, he didn't know anything about him except for his name. maybe he was nice, nice enough to send a letter back soon enough for bill's nerves to not go haywire. he glances down at the envelope, letter already inside.

there was still something missing. but luckily for him, glancing at his desk and seeing the stickers and watercolors still out, he knew exactly what to do.

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It isn't too bad, at first, Nico thinks, although he could do without the almost constant attention Will showed him. He had been checking with him so much that Kayla had started to glare at him, hoping to scare him back to work. He had been patched up earlier in the day, but even though he always insisted he was fine, Will still triple-checked the bandages every five minutes.

"Will, I'm fine," Nico says, slightly exasperated. Will gives him a don't move look, and Nico sighs.

"Who's the doctor here?" Then Will is inspecting the still pristine bandages again, and honestly, at this point, he was getting really annoyed, so he jumps up, startling Will. He grabs his wrist and drags him out of the infirmary, making sure to tell Kayla that Will was on break.

"You can't blame me for being worried, Sweetheart." Nico can feel the blush radiating off his cheeks at the pet name. Will's voice is soft, and he lifts his hand, resting it on Nico's cheek, thumb caressing his cheekbone.

"I'm not saying you can't be worried," he begins, leaning into the touch and resting his own hands on Will's hips. "I'm just saying you're taking it a little too far. Kayla was even glaring at you." Will snorts.

"She's always glaring at me," he complains before his look softens again. "You know I love you, right?" Nico blushes but nods.

"I know. Just please lay off the worrying?" Will smiles.

"Only this time. And promise you'll stick with me 'till dinner?"

"As always," he replies, and Will leans forward, pressing his lips to Nico's forehead for a moment before drawing him into a hug.

These moments, Nico could get used to.