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Johnny had spent his whole life believing that he was unlovable. He spent his entire life with a drunk for a father and a mother who regretted bringing him into this world, and no matter what he did - how kind he was, how thoughtful, how caring, how quiet - they would never love him. Not like Darry’s ma and pa had loved him and his brothers. Not like a parent should love their child.

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. Out of everyone in the world, Johnny Cade was the most deserving of love, and care, and family. He would always yearn for them - it never mattered what they did or how far they went, Johnny would always love them despite it.

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Or, When a restless Darry can’t get himself to fall asleep, he gets up from his bed to find Johnny, beaten and bruised, on his living room couch. He takes care of him.

A blue light shone through the blackness, its glare brightening as it moved closer. Peter could just barely make out the silhouette of a hand behind the cerulean beacon, steady and unfaltering. -

- It was a man. A scruffy man with a tired face but a sinewy body, his ripped clothes showing off the scars that littered his arms and chest. The sunlight illuminating him made all of his features stand out - his protruding cheekbones, his sunken cheeks, his collarbone peeking over the neck of his shirt. His arm was extended out in front of him, red metal encasing his hand. The same blue light that was shining from the palm of his gauntlet glowed through the fabric covering his sternum.

The man paused, raking his eyes over the teen’s frame. After a moment, he lowered his red-covered hand and slumped a bit, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Jesus, you're just a baby.”

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Or, When a plague takes out most of the world's population, Peter Parker is left with no one. Tony Stark finds him and takes him underneath his wing.

On another note, I used some videos of live ballet performances to help guide me with this story, so those along with ghosttotheparty’s fic will be linked in this post!! <33

“Sander stood up and Lucas followed anxiously, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth.

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Sander affirmed, and Jens gave Lucas another look, his gaze questioning. Lucas just peered back at him helplessly. Sander continued then, glancing between the two of them, “But if something happened to you that we should know about-”

“Something happen- no, Sander, I’m fine,” Jens interrupted, pursuing when Sander tilted his head. “I’m fine! I’m- I just- it-”

He paused, taking a deep breath and gazing up at the ceiling. “I- okay, I’m gonna tell you something that none of my friends know.”

“Jens-” Lucas started, eyes wide and voice high.

“I dance,” he admitted.”

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Or, Jens dances ballet and for 10 years, no one but his family and, later on, his boyfriend knew. This is how his friends find out.

(Inspired by @ghosttotheparty ‘s “Say My Name and Say It Twice (Cotton Candy Skies)”)

“Hey, Luca,” he said, a smile gracing his lips. “Did you get my texts?”

There was no reply from the other boy.

“Luc?”

A little sob crackled through the line, followed by a sharp intake of breath. Jens’ eyebrows furrowed and he pressed the phone closer to his ear, concerned.

“Lucas? What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice lined with panic.

“I don’t-” the voice faltered as Lucas let out another upsetting cry. “I can’t- I can’t breathe.”

Jens’ feet acted before his mind fully comprehended the sentence, hastily guiding him down the sidewalk on autopilot. “You’re okay, I’m right here. Are you still at your apartment?”

Lucas made a choked sound of confirmation, followed by more heartbreaking sobs. “Need- I need you. Please.”

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Or, Lucas has a panic attack, but Jens is there for him.

“Hey,” Robbe said, and the other boys at the table quieted down, their curiosity now also prioritizing the lone Jens sliding into the picnic table. “Where’s Lucas?”

“Sleeping,” Jens answered shortly, settling down on the bench and lifting his head to look at his friends.

“Holy shit!” “Woah!” Moyo and Aaron shouted concurrently, making multiple overtired teenagers turn to glare. Robbe ignored them, grabbing Jens’ face with one hand and turning it toward him to get a better look. “What the hell happened?”

A mix of purple and black encircled Jens’ left eye, traveling up and disappearing under a band-aid adhered to his temple. The skin directly below his eye was swollen and glossy from what Robbe guessed was some type of ointment. Another small bandage was plastered over the bridge of his nose, a dot of red bleeding through and standing out on the tan material.

“Nothing,” Jens declared, jerking out of Robbe’s hold. “Just drop it.”

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Or, When Jens and Lucas gain mysterious injuries neither of them will openly talk about, Robbe is reminded of his and Sander’s attack and is concerned for his friends.

Read the second part of the “bloom” series now!!

the second chapter of “take my hand and let me take your heart” has been posted!!