NOFUNERALS-

(Hashtag roadrage)
          Wile was slouched over in the bleachers looking down at his sketchbook. There was some small part of him that knew this was crazy, following a guy he hated from his classes to his practice to just draw him, but it's not like anyone normally noticed him. Wile highly doubted that Benny, at least that's what he's pretty his name was, would be one of the few that broke that cycle. 

(strattland my shaylas)
          Eva sat with her back against the cool wall, her fingers tangled in her now graying hair. She still hadn't gone in since dropping Rocky off. Colt wouldn't want to see her, and Grace? She didn't know, and she didn't have the heart to find out. Her coffee sat next to her abandoned and cold. She groaned and stretched out going to stand before pausing hearing a lot of movement in the room. "...Rocky?" She looked at the door. 

(Strattland heart. NASA AU)
          Eva paced around the control room, playing with the ring on her finger. Years of nothing, of lost hope, and then the beetles came back, and a signal was traced and now the hail Mary's landing was being tracked and it was mere moments away. She felt like her heart was going to burst from how fast it was beating. What if he still hadn't forgiven her? She hadn't forgiven herself after all. She was snapped out of her pacing by a hand on her shoulder, it was time. The ship landed and as mission leader it was her job to welcome the only surviving crew member back. She could do this. 

(Project hail Mary heart)
          Adrian pulled their hair up pacing around the bathroom waiting for their timer to go off. This would either be a happy moment or one of the worst of his life. He wasn't exactly young, and testosterone could have completely ruined the chances of this pregnancy. He couldn't imagine looking at Rocky's disappointed face if it was negative. The timer went off, it felt like it was blaring, their hands shaking as they turned it off and took a deep breath looking at the test. Holy shit. 

(Hollanov, Shane sucks at masking)
          Shane chewed on the inside of his cheek watching the documentary. The editors had finally sent over the first draft and asked Shane and Ilya for their notes. He was really trying to focus on the storytelling of their story but all he could focus on was his face in these older clips. He could have sworn he was hiding things better but he looks so emotional in them. He crossed his arms frowning slightly. Was it really that bad back then?

(Eddie and Volt!!! Except Volt is really sad)
          Volt sat at the bar stool his head laying on the bar watching Eddie make drinks for other customers. He was stupid to come here today, so stupid. Things were going so well for him, he was finally getting somewhere with Eddie but then he just had to come here and get drunk out of what? Stupid self pity? Eddie would hate him now. I mean how today went was all his fault anyway, if he had just been what his parents wanted he wouldn't be spending his twenty fifth birthday sad, drunk, alone, and wallowing in whatever this strange all consuming guilt was. 

(Damijon my boys)
          Damian crossed his arms, leaning against the wall scowling. He had been waiting for Jon outside his school, and he had been waiting for longer than he would like considering a girl was all over his boyfriend. He scoffed pushing his hair back and pushing himself off the wall putting on his best Wayne trademarked playboy smile. He walked over to the two. "Jon! And your... friend. Hello, Damian Wayne, yes that Wayne, pleasure. Hate to cut whatever *this* is short but Kent and I have to go. You know how it is." He smiled and turned grabbing Jon's hand and pulling him away. 

(hollanov Shane is about to go through it)
          Shane groaned softly turning away from Ilya as he was shook again. His body felt so nice in the bed like his muscles were completely relaxed and he would like to stay that way. Sure this was very out of the ordinary for him, napping in the middle of the day, but something just made him feel really tired. Maybe his body just needed more rest. 

(Regulus returns but not in great condition!)
          Regulus stumbled up to the doorway, the snow crunching beneath his shoes. He really should have grabbed his jacket before leaving and getting on the train. He held his side taking a deep breath before knocking. He knew this was dumb, he hadn't seen his brother in years, Sirius would probably tell him to leave but he had nowhere else he could think about going. He swore under his breath and knocked again louder this time. 

(hollanov my boys)
          Shane sighed softly. He had spent the past hour trying to sleep to no avail. The team had put Ilya and Shane in different hotel rooms and Shane apparently couldn't sleep without Ilya now. He groaned and kicked off his blanket climbing out of the bed. He grabbed his phone, charger, and room key. He slipped on a pair of shoes and quietly walked out of his room down the hall to not wake anyone up. He stopped in front of Ilya's door knocking.