*Kplus: stressors* "You-you wanna know what happened. Of course you would, that's not a surprise." He said nervously, running a hand through his hair. Toothless chirped loudly behind them as if sensing the unease and walked over to his rider, nudging the boy's arm slightly.

*Kplus: Some readers may find the topic uncomfortable* Jake was sitting up in his own bed, glancing at the younger boy. "Dude, you sure you're okay?" Jake asked, frowning. "Yeah, man…" He picked at the grass with his opposite hand as if it was some kind of rash, "It just feels kinda…tight. Constricting."

*Kplus: suggested boyxboy (don't like, don't read)* *RE-UPLOADED* So at that moment, on the beach, Benny stood in front of Ethan, arm half extended from having given his friend the shiny object he had found. He waited a few seconds as he watched the seer's eyes staring into an unknown distance and gleaming—literally.

*T: language* *RE-UPLOADED* "Matt, bro, I think we should have a snack break!" America said out of nowhere, placing his left fist in his right, cupped hand. "We can have a bajillion of those maple cookies you love so much. And plus, I brought popcorn with like, a trillion different toppings!" He said excitedly, trying to erase what had just happened.

*Kplus: stressors* *RE-UPLOADED* They weren't going to be friends anymore, were they? So what was the list? Logan and James were lying to him and Kendall was being rude and ignoring him? Fan-flipping-tastic. Just peachy.

*Kplus: stress/hospital/health issues* *RE-UPLOADED* He knew about health more than his band mates did, and his other two friends were looking at him with the slightest bit of hope in their eyes. They wanted him to figure this out. Logan sighed in defeat, however it was a shaky sigh; he was afraid of the reactions he'd receive to what he was about to say. "Call 9-1-1."

*Kplus: blood, violence * "Well done, underling," Undergrowth materialized right by Sam and placed a hand to her shoulder. She smiled at him and he smiled back, and for a moment, the only sounds audible were Danny's cries.

*T: language* *teen Jamie, older Sophie* He moved his hand to her shoulder, holding it so firmly to keep his nerve wrecked limbs from shaking, and with the other hand, he gave her the orb, "You can believe, you can move on, but please, don't ever forget." He pleaded in a soft voice, eyes watering.

**DISCONTINUED** *T: language, gore* *Doesn't revolve around SoMa, but there are bits included.* "Sorry, Maka," He sputtered, voice wavering from exhaustion. One of her pigtails landing on his face and tickling his nose was the last thing he remembered before he blacked out. **DISCONTINUED**

*Kplus: mentions of death* "Guys?" The three boys faced Carlos, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, "What if…" he began, staring at the ground, "There were more…?" He looked up when he got no response; obviously the others were confused. He went on, "More fans—more rushers…like Jane?"

*T: language* *SoMa* She couldn't help it. She dove into him and buried her face in his fluffy scarf, not caring that her cheeks and forehead got wet. She felt his strong arms wrap around her torso, and she pulled herself closer to him.