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ninja-go-to-therapy · 7 months

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Tough It Out

it makes me so irrationaly angry that Grey's primary offensive weapon is a FUCKING SAI. AGAINST GUNS AND SHIT????

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Prompt: "They don't care about you"

Fandom: Mech-X4

Characters: Spyder, Grey

Summary: Spyder is kidnapped by Grey and Traeger. Luckily, he's got the life experience to tough it out... ish.

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, torture, emotional manipulation, manipulation, referenced abuse and starvation

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Spyder’s head snapped to the side, reeling in pain from the aggression of the slap. It hurt, sure, but he’d had worse. He looked back up, grinning smugly at his captor. “That all you got?”

Grey glared at him, hitting him again. And again.

He wheezed, but kept up his smile, even as his nose began to dribble blood. He’d had worse.

“You seem frustrated,” he said, peppy as ever, “boss treating you badly?”

“Insufferable brat,” she grumbled below her breath, just loud enough for Spyder to hear. Well, that was pretty rude. “I’ve had just about enough of you,” she said, snatching up a roll of duct tape off a nearby table. He wondered if it was the same roll that had been confiscated off his person when he’d first been captured. He never did leave home without duct tape, after all.

He was just about to voice his question, genuinely curious, but of course, he wasn’t granted the chance. Grey ripped of a strip, threw the roll back on the table, and reapproached him with that same level of fury.

He was just about to voice his question, genuinely curious (and so he could save his helpful friend when he got out of here), but he didn’t get the chance. Grey ripped off a strip, threw the roll back on the table, and reproached with that same level of fury.

His squirming to avoid it was only half-hearted as she pressed it firmly over his mouth. Why waste the energy?

“We’ll see if you’re more willing after the rest of us eat. Hope you don’t get too hungry, brat.”

He hummed a positive acknowledgement, just to irk her. Grey huffed out a frustrated groan, but turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her.

Trying to starve him, huh? Now that was child’s play. He often went to bed with a deep pit in his stomach, nothing to do but sleep away the hunger. Sometimes he would give in and dig out a long-expired can of spaghetti-o’s or beef ravioli, though… that would bring its own set of problems. There was a reason it was only his most desperate measure.

The point was: he’d had far, far worse than a skipped dinner.

It was like Grey had never even met his parents! Though, considering how sloppy of a principal she’d been, he was fairly certain she hadn’t met most of the students’ parents. Though she had gone through all that recon when she was stalking Ryan… hmm.

Whatever. He could do this literally all day (not that he had much choice, tied up as he was). With nothing better to do, he started humming to himself, mentally reciting the lyrics to every Ariana Grande song he knew.

An hour or two later (maybe more, maybe less. He really had no way to tell), Grey returned, looking no less pissy than she had when she’d left.

In one fluid movement, she ripped the tape off his face (ow).

“Where did they take him?” she demanded.

“Sorry, who were we talking about again?”

She let out a frustrated yell, dragging the chair he was bound to closer, thrusting her pointy weapon thing right against his chest.

Spyder laughed. He’d had enough glass bottles thrown at him, enough shards sunken into his skin, that the threat hardly even registered in his mind. “Oh, please,” he said, rolling his eyes. “We both know you won’t kill me until my friends show up to save me.”

The sharp tip pressed harder against his skin, nearly enough to draw blood. He really hoped she didn’t rip a hole in his shirt. This was one of the very few he had that wasn’t already ratty.

“Are you sure?” she asked with a smirk.

He shrugged, using the opportunity to nudge the sharp point away. “Eh, I know you want to, but I also know your boss needs me as a hostage, so.”

“I meant,” she said, grinning with teeth that kind of looked like the wolf about to eat a grandmother, “about your so-called “friends” wasting their time to come and save you.”

“Wait, sorry, what?”

She lowered her weapon, like they were about to have a casual conversation between friends. But he’d watched enough documentaries on the animal kingdom to recognize an incoming attack.

“I mean, the robot certainly seems to be functioning just fine without you,” she shrugged, “and it’s kind of obvious that they only like you out of pity.”

He’d only been here for like, a few hours, max, right? At most, they’d only needed to fight one monster in that time, because Traeger was a bitch. But without their weapons specialist… how exactly had they managed a victory? Had they managed a victory?

…Had they replaced him, and put Veracity on weapons? Was she better than him at it?

He flung that thought to the other corner of his mind palace. He was getting distracted and losing focus (not that it was unusual for him). But he couldn’t afford to get anxious right now! “Sure,” he bluffed, as if he knew exactly what was going on with his team, “maybe they’re functioning, but that doesn’t mean anything about them not needing me.” He hoped. “And Ryan, Harris, and I are like, best friends, so fuck off.”

“Oh, yes,” she nodded sarcastically, “because trios are notorious for working out. Which of you usually walked behind the others in the school hallways, again?”

Pfft, that didn’t mean a thing! That just meant that hallways were too crowded, and Spyder just happened to fall to the back… a majority of the time. “Yeah, well. If you don’t think they’ll save me, what’s the point in taking me?”

She pulled her weapon back, studying it in her hand. “Honestly? Traeger thinks they’ll come for you. But I was your principal, remember. I’ve seen the way they interact with you. After you rot here long enough for my boss to get bored… well, I think I’ll enjoy finally shutting you up for good.”

He may have flinched slightly, when she said that. The death threat (or promise, his mind supplied), while far from the first aimed his way, settled at the bottom of his stomach like a rock.

But she wouldn’t get to kill him. Because the others would come for him. What did she know, anyway? Nothing, that was what. She knew even less than Spyder did, and that was saying so much.

At least. That’s what one of the others would say. Spyder liked to think he was smart in some areas — but, you know… he preferred not to bring it up, if he could help it. Because if he showed that he could learn things, they would just be… disappointed in him. For not applying himself harder in the actual important areas. If he could immerse himself in interior design and general architecture styles, why couldn’t he do the same with school?

If he brought it up, they wouldn’t just think he was dumb. They would realize exactly how deeply, hopelessly useless he really was. He much preferred just dumb. At least he could play into that, make it something that could be endearing on a good day.

“Are you gonna torture me for fun or what, lady?” He snapped.

Grey smiled, twirling her weapon in her hand. “I would. But I have more important things to attend to. In the meantime…” she sheathed the blade, then snatched up his roll of duct tape, tearing off a strip. Again. “We don’t need you annoying the neighbors.”

“Bullshit, you don’t have any neighbors out her—” he was forced into silence as she gripped his face hard, forcing the duct tape over his mouth. This time, he did struggle. It made approximately zero difference.

Harris would probably know exactly what percentage of a difference it did make. Probably zero point nine nine nine or something like that. And then he’d judge him for being too stupid to understand what that meant.

The door locked shut with a click as Grey left, and a moment later, the singular lightbulb illuminating his small prison went out, leaving him in absolute darkness.

Great. Great. This was just awesome.

He may have been slick enough to get out of the poorly tied ropes that the butcher had restrained him with in the woods, but this was a whole new ballgame. No matter how he squirmed, he couldn’t get loose.

The important thing was not to panic. There was no reason at all to panic! His friends were coming for him (probably).

He just had to be patient. Which of course, he was… famously bad at.

Fuck.

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lesbian-bree-davenport · 10 months

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mech-x4 + textposts (1/?)

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#mech-x4 #ryan walker #harris harris jr #mark walker #veracity campbell #spyder mech x4 #vee dot tee ex tee #textposts

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jinxed-things-ringing · 1 month

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The Mech-X4 fandom isn’t dead until I say so okay /hj

Leo is very in my brain so I sketched him :)

Edit: changed my username from kidstardust so...uh... ignore the tag its not there honest

#mechx4 #mech-x4 #disney xd #leo mendel #art #ryan beil #beetlebug draws stuff #pencil sketch #not so quick sketch #drawing #i love this guy #doodle #sketches #traditional art #pencil drawing

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bories · 2 years

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mech-x4 and mighty med are unironically good shows

#i actually enjoy them so much #the comedy isnt forced in either..#and mech-x4's plot is so good #mech x4 #mech-x4 #mighty med

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lrwafterdark-deactivated · 1 year

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Welcome to the Dark Side, We have Mpreg and eggs.

Angry Marcus stan, poly shipper, and fanfiction defender.

NSFW Account.

My birthday is February 9th if anyone cares.

While I may post some nsfw prompts and headcanons I don’t post actual nsfw fics on tumblr, even before the great tumblr purge

I may be trash but I do not tolerate bullying for people’s ships for almost any reason unless the ship is a pedo ship. We all have different headcanons and beliefs.

Fanfiction requests and inquiries may be sent to my askbox or my new public email, [email protected]

My only DNIS are terfs, pornbots and 60 plus year old men, thanks!

N/S/F/W things to ask me about:

N/S/F/W headcanons

Kinks

🍆 Stuff

Smutt fic requests

Squicky stuff like Mpreg

If I cannot do something I will either ignore the ask if anon or answer it privately off anon.

Main/Special ships:

Mareana (Marcus/Breana)

Tankam! (Adam/Tank)

Kazivana (Kaz, Breana and Oliver)

SteelCanary (Breana/Nate Heywood)

NightCanary (Breana/Dick Grayson)

Breana/Tecton (his name is too awkward for a ship name)

Dizzy (bad ship name but Douglas/Lizzy)

Breana/Megahertz (again, his name is too awkward for a ship name)

Breana/Tecton/Megahertz poly

Kazana (Breana and Kaz)

Olivana (Breana and Oliver)

Fandoms (a condensed list because I have way too many):

Lab Rats

Mighty Med

Lab Rats: Elite Force (even though most of EF canon was trash)

Mech-X4

Rick and Morty

Supernatural

Stargirl

Titans

Arrowverse (Especially Legends of Tomorrow and Arrow)

Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist (Zoey and Leif and Mo are baes)

Daredevil (except it is 2021 and I have yet to watch season 3)

MCU

Girl Meets World

Liv and Maddie

Ships Involving Canon Characters (not all just the mains):

AdamxTank

Chaz/Kase

Chaziver (Chase/Kaz/Oliver)

Brylar

Leo/Logan

Taylor x Kate

Destiel

Olicity

Saileen

Stony

Stucky

Foggy/Karen

Kaziver

FitzSimmons

Olicity

Clintasha

Pepperony

Techertz

Ships Involving OCs:

Marcus Henderson/Breana Davenport

Douglas Davenport/Lizzy Knight

Rick Tyler/Breana Davenport

Mark Walker/Breana Davenport

Nate Heywood/Breana Davenport

Sebastian|S-3/Ellie Frost

Dean Winchester/Breana Davenport

Ryan Walker/Breana Davenport

Breana Davenport/Leo Mendel

Rarepairs:

Ray Palmer/Nora Darhk/Nate Heywood

Probably more because I am a filthy, filthy multishipper

Crossover Ships:

Oliver Queen/Matt Murdock

Clint Barton/Leo Mendel

Donald Davenport/Leo Mendel

Poly Ships:

Ray Palmer/Nora Darhk/Nate Heywood

Poly Ships With OCs:

Dean Winchester/Castiel/Breana Davenport

Oliver/Breana Davenport/Kaz

Nate Heywood/Breana Davenport/Mick Rory (which is the ship portrayed in my contribution to the lab rats rp blogs)

Marcus Davenport/Breana Davenport/Steve Rogers

Tecton/Breana Davenport/Megahertz

This is not an exhaustive list and will be periodically updated

Tags to Filter instead of just blocking me (you should be filtering ships you don’t like in general):

Mareana - that’s Breana and Marcus

Kazivana - Kaz, Breana and Oliver.

sexy stuff - the nsfw/smutty stuff

#lab rats #mighty med #mech-x4 #mech x4 #arrowverse #supernatural #rick and morty #zoey's extraordinary playlist #stargirl #titans #daredevil #liv and maddie #girl meets world #best friends whenever

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nsfwlabrats · 1 year

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Where are the 📯😈 people?

#lab rats #lab rats elite force #mech-x4 #mech x4 #mighty med #lab rats bionic island

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labratwolfpigeon · 1 year

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There has to be other people that think Leo Mendel is hot!

#mech x4 #mech-x4 #leo mendel #we like dorky older men #ryan beil

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peanutryan · 2 years

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In your opinion, Best mech x4 quotes? 👀

The first one that immediately comes to mind is when Spyder said "nice hairline does it come in any style other than receding" sickest burn i ever heard. get wrecked harper there is literally no coming back from that

#i am over a month late to answering this my bad #mech-x4 #spyder mech-x4

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mysexy-anxiety · 1 year

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ok but I ship Donald with Leo from Mech-X4

never seen mech-x4 love 🥺🫶🏽

#lab rats #donald davenport #mech-x4

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ladym-17 · 1 year

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Whumptober ‘22 Masterlist

~Fic links round 2~

With a total of 10 fics, 10 fandoms, 22,595 words, and 31 prompts, voila:

Barbed Veins (2306 words)

Day 1: A Little Out of the Ordinary (Unconventional Restraints) Day 17: Hanging by a Threat (Reluctant Caretaker) Day 18: Let's Break the Ice ("Just get it over with.")

Fandom: The Thundermans

Summary: Max was so close to falling asleep, only for him to hear knocking and find Phoebe bleeding on his doorstep. And no one qualified is picking up their phones... shit.

Content Warnings: Swearing, gore, and blood

Birthday Storm (3434 words)

Day 4: Dead on Your Feet (waking up disorientated) Day 9: They Very Noisy Night (caught in a storm) Day 11: "9-1-1, what's your emergency?" Day 12: What Could Go Wrong? (Cave in)

Fandom: Zero Chill

Summary: Mac convinces Kayla to let them go camping for their eighteenth birthday. Surely nothing can go wrong, right? Wrong. Mother Nature has other thoughts.

Content Warnings: blood, broken bones, minimal swearing, and lightning strikes

I’ve Run Through the Night for You (1130 words)

Day 6: Proof of Life (screams from across the hall) Day 7: The Way You Shake and Shiver (shaking hands) Day 31: A Light at the End of the Tunnel (comfort)

Fandom: Ms. Marvel

Summary: After the wedding, it took Aamir a while to get used to sleeping with a woman. In that sense, yes, but also in the perfectly acceptable sense of there was someone in the bed with him now.

He’d pull the blankets towards him, only for them to get tugged back. He’d roll over, and find another person there. It was an adjustment, and it was one he was only too happy to make because this was his wife. But needless to say, he was sleeping a little lighter than he used to.

Not that it mattered because when the screaming started he figured nothing short of chloroform could have him sleep through that. He shot up in bed, waking up Tyesha from where she’d been resting her head on his chest.

Content Warnings: Nightmares, mentions of death/past death

This Building Reeks With Our History (2644 words)

Day 10: Poor Unfortunate Souls (Taser) Day 13: Can't Make an Omelette Without Breaking a Few Legs (Fracture) Day 30: Note to Self: Don't get Kidnapped (Hair grabbing)

Fandom: Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

Summary: There're still people at Mountain College who aren't happy with the integration. They take it out on Zed.

Content Warnings: one (1) swear word (it’s the b-one), violence, hate crime against a fictional group, non-graphic descriptions of forced experiments, broken bones, beating, electrification, insults.

Two Indestructible Forces (2305 words)

Day 5: Every Whumpee's Needs (Running out of air) Day 14: Die a Hero or Live Long Enough to Become a Villain (Desperate Measures) Day 27: Pushed to the Limit (Stumbling)

Fandom: Henry Danger

Summary: Ray had Schwoz build a doomsday, worst case scenario device. He’d hoped he wouldn’t have to use it.

Content Warnings: Death, blood, violence, mentions of a broken bone

You’re Worth the Risk (1887 words)

Day 3: Hair’s Breadth From Death (Gun to Temple/“Say goodbye”) Day 16: No Way Out (“No One’s Coming.”) Day 26: No One Left Behind ("Why did you save me?”)

Fandom: Mission Impossible

Summary: After Ethan gets shot rescuing Benji, Benji confronts him about whether or not he's worth the risk.(Spoiler alert: he is.)

Content Warnings: torture, hospitals, kidnapping, guns, swearing, broken bones, bullet wounds, self-esteem issues

Trust Doesn’t Always Blow Up in Your Face (3213 words)

Day 19: Enough is Enough (knees buckling) Day 21: Famous Last Words ("You're Safe Now") Day 28: It's Just the Tip of the Iceberg (Anger born of worry)

Fandom: Lab Rats

Summary: Chase and Adam wake up kidnapped by androids. They need something from Chase and they're desperate to get him to cooperate.

Content Warnings: Broken bones, kidnapping, violence, mentions of death

Give It Your All (919 words)

Day 8: Everything Hurts and I'm Dying (Stomach Pain) Day 20: It's Been a Long Day (Fetal Position) Day 24: Fight, Flight, or Freeze ("I don't want to do this anymore.")

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Summary: Riley's having her first few days at college. Josh comes to visit.

Content Warnings: Homesickness, anxiety

Skipping Scars (1282 words)

Day 2: Nowhere to Run (confrontation) Day 15: Emotional Damage (Lies/new scars) Day 29: What doesn't Kill Me (defiance/"better me than you")

Fandom: Mech-X4

Summary: Mark comes home from college to find Ryan's work-life balance has gone wrong.

Content Warnings: Swearing, arguing

Long Haul (3475 words)

Day 22: Pick Your Poison (Withdrawal) Day 23: At the End of Their Rope (Tied to a table) Day 25: Silence is Golden (Duct Tape)

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Demons force Sam to drink demon blood and force Dean to watch the process.

Content Warnings: Hallucinations, weapons, canon-typical violence, kidnapping, non-consensual drugs/demon blood, swearing.

#whumptober2022 #completionist #The Thundermans #zero chill #Ms. Marvel #marvel #zombies #henry danger #mission impossible #lab rats #girl meets world #gmw #mech-x4 #supernatural #spn #masterlist

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 7 months

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Monster? I Hardly Know Her!

The Pearce Joza obsession lives on im afraid 😔

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Prompt: "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Fandom: Mech-X4

Characters: Spyder, Harris, and Veracity

Summary: Spyder wakes up, delirious and injured after a monster attack. Harris plays severely unqualified nurse.

Trigger Warnings: injury, mentioned vomit, mentioned death

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Something was screeching. High pitched and whiny, kinda reminding him of a school bell… was he at school right now? No, that didn’t sound right. If not there, then where was he?

He groaned, blinking his eyes open. The screeching didn’t go away. In fact, it only somehow got even worse. He couldn’t see that well, vision all… blurred. Did he normally wear glasses? He couldn’t remember. He was pretty sure he didn’t, but then why else would his eyes be so… messed up?

A dark shape loomed over him. His first thought: dad? His second: please not dad.

The screeching (which he was now beginning to realize was just a ringing in his ears) was polite enough to quiet down some. A win was a win.

“Spyder?” the shape called, sounding like it had come from underwater. Or maybe he was underwater… he really couldn’t tell. “Can you hear me?”

“Harris?” he attempted, throat so scratchy it was painful. He coughed, his lungs burning at the action. “Wh’s goin’ on?”

“Oh, thank god. You took a real bad hit… or, a couple, more accurately. Do you remember the fight?”

His brain felt like it was full of soup, so… probably not. Was that why everything sounded so far away? “Did I win?” he croaked, squinting at the Harris-shaped blob.

“You were sort of… unconscious for most of it. Veracity had to hop on weapons, it was… quite the experience. But yeah, we won.”

He moved to sit up, immediately regretting the attempt. His body curled in on itself on pure instinct, raw pain sprouting in his chest like a… plant or something.

“Oh, shit, yeah, don’t move!” Harris said, words stumbling over themselves. “We still need to check you out. Leo went to get some supplies… um, on a scale of one to ten, how are you feeling?”

“Mmm, ‘ve had worse,” he slurred. “‘nt hear good…”

“You can’t hear good?” Harris clarified, getting a low groan in response. “Okay, okay, I’ll forgive the grammar this one time on that. Uhhh… how many fingers am I holding up?”

Spyder squinted at the shape of his friend, trying to focus on his where his hands probably were. “Mmm… twelve?” he guessed.

“Yeah, that’s… definitely not right. I’m gonna need to scan you, hold still, okay?”

It wasn’t like he had much choice. If he moved, he was half convinced he’d disintegrate on the spot. God, everything hurt. He’d been knocked around plenty in his life, and he’d definitely had worse, but jesus. It was like his insides were on fire.

But he couldn’t stay down. He couldn’t afford to be dead weight on the team, not even for a minute. Not when he was constantly teetering on the edge of their collective patience. Not after the day Harris had been infected with ooze, had screamed at him that he was always in the way.

He needed to show them that he wasn’t just the useless fool who didn’t add anything to the team other than plain annoyance. Quickly. Before they realized that it really was all he was and kicked him to the curb.

“Wh—stop trying to get up!” Harris ordered, pushing him back down. Spyder’s head spun violently, and he had to give himself a moment to swallow down a bit of puke.

“I’m good,” he hissed through his teeth, doing his best to filter the pain out of his voice. “All good. We’re good.” He still couldn’t actually focus his eyes enough to see the expression on his friend/severely unqualified doctor’s face.

“I will strap you down, I swear,” he insisted, obviously annoyed.

“Kinky,” came the unexpected voice of Veracity from somewhere near the door.

“Wh-that’s not what I — no!” Harris stammered. Spyder wished he could see how red he probably was. He bet it’d be cute. Harris always somehow was.

“Relax, dumbass,” she said with a half-laugh. “Anyway, how are you feeling, kid?” She asked, her voice closer, now.

“Mmm…” he managed, re-assessing his body to check for pain. To his faint surprise, though it was still definitely there, it felt so… detached from him, now. He felt like he was dreaming. “I think ‘m dying.”

“What?” they both cried in deeply concerned unison.

Spyder grinned in what he assumed was Harris’s direction. “Cause you look like an angel.”

“I hate gay people,” Veracity mumbled under her breath.

“I assume,” he continued, “'cause I can’t actually like… see you.”

“That’s… a problem. What can you see?”

“Shapes’n colors,” he slurred, giggling slightly. His head felt like it was going to explode. To be perfectly honest, that did sound pretty sick, though. Not as sick considering it hurt like a bitch. “G’nigh… sweet prince…” he mumbled, hoping his friends would still be there when he woke up again.

They probably wouldn’t be, but he could dream.