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noreasonjustbored · 4 years

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If You Love Me, Let Me Sleep

Hello peoples!

If you didn’t already know, last week’s episode of HD had me feeling a little upset in the Chenry department. (See previous post with rant about that) Looking through my asks last night, I was inspired by an ask from @riebellion. So thank you for requesting this dialogue prompt forever ago, I’m just getting around to doing it. 😆

Prompt #13: “Dude. It’s three in the morning.”

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The rhythmic buzzing of her phone against the nightstand is what eventually wakes Charlotte up. Bleary eyed and disoriented she felt around for the device. When she finally disconnected it from the charger and peered at the screen through squinted eyes, she realized that she wasn’t awakened by random notifications from apps. Henry had been calling her repeatedly.

Immediately more alert than before, she sits up against her headboard and clears her throat. Hitting the Call Back button she reaches over to the nightstand again and grabs the bottle of water she leaves there every night. She takes a large swig as the phone dials. The line is mid ring when she hears it get picked up.

“Hello?” Henry’s gravely tone all but whispers.

Swallowing quickly, Char answers, “Hey Hen is everything okay? I see you called me like 5 times but I was sleeping. Does Ray need us for something?”

“No, Ray doesn’t need anything. I was uh...hoping that we could talk.”

“Talk? Dude. It’s three in the morning” Charlotte responds incredulously after glancing at her alarm clock flashing 3:07 in bright red font.

“I know, I know. It’s just that I couldn’t sleep and I really need to talk to you.”

“Can’t this wait until the morning?” Charlotte groans.

“Well as you so elequently informed me. It is the morning.”

“Ha ha. Real cute.”

“Look, please just humor me.”

“OK fine. What’d you wanna talk about?”

“Actually... can we talk in person?”

“Are you serious right now?!” Char whispered shouts.

“I know but I’m kinda...already outside.”

“What?” she asks while throwing the covers over her legs and making her way to the window. Pulling back the curtain, she sees a lanky figure that gives her a stilted wave from their spot below the window.

“What are you doing at my house?”

“I told you that I need to talk to you. Can you please just come down?” he asks. She can see him running his hand through his hair from here.

“Fine” Charlotte huffs. “Give me one second” she says as she backs away and hangs up her pear phone.

Looking around her room she locates her fluffy bunny slippers and slips them on. Then she grabs the first warm article of clothing she sees, a hoodie thrown over her desk chair.

Slipping it over her head, she quickly makes her way down the stairs of her home, careful not to make too much noise. She opens the door and sees that Henry has made his way to the swing on her front porch. He is looking down at the hands in his lap. His thumbs are twirling anxious circles around each other.

Closing the door behind her gently, Charlotte walks over and takes a seat on the opposite end of the swing. Folding one leg beneath her, she turns to face her friend inquisitively. She doesn’t say anything, she figures that he would start since he was the one that interrupted her slumber after all. As she observes his posture, she can feel the nervous energy radiating from him in waves. She places a gentle hand on his knee, hoping to coax him into speech.

He whips his head up at the touch and takes a quick breath in at the sight before him. Taking in every detail, the first thing he makes note of is her hair. She has it up in a style she once told him was called a pineapple, with a satin scarf tied around the front to protect her edges. He sees her eyes, semi-glazed over from the lack of sleep. He notices the oversized blue hoodie that she is wearing, sleeves so long that they cover her hands. She has the bottom situated over her knees.

That’s my jacket.

Henry stares for a few more seconds, because even just woken up she is beautiful. He gulps and then says the first thing that pops into his mind.

“It looks good on you.”

Giving him a puzzled gaze, Charlotte asks in a sarcastic tone “What looks good on me? Exhaustion?”

Instead of answering verbally, he gestures to her torso.

She glances down at herself and sees that she was wearing Henry’s sweatshirt. She hadn’t even realized it was his in her haste to meet him outside.

“Is this what you woke me up in the middle of the night for?”

He shakes his head then clears his throat. “No. Sorry, I was just distracted by you in my clothes.”

“Why? Did you need this back?” she wonders while starting to pull it up, exposing her toned midriff as her undershirt rides up with the hoodie. He could also now see the small black shorts she was wearing, that were hidden when the garment was on correctly.

“No!” Henry said a touch too loudly while pulling her wrists down to keep her from taking it all the way off. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

“Okaaayyyy. You’re being really weird Hen” Charlotte states while adjusting the hoodie over her knees once more. “Why are you here?”

Inhaling a deep breath, Henry took the plunge. “Mick Jagger. Are you really dating that guy?”

“That’s definitely not his name. You know his name Henry, you’ve said it.”

“Whatever.”

“Does it matter?”

“It’s just that we didn’t even know that you knew him. Then all of a sudden he’s here. And you’re going on a date? What’s that about?” he asks nervously.

“Well as we discovered earlier, I’ve told you guys several times about Jack. It’s not my fault that you didn’t listen to me.”

“True, it’s just...I feel like we should’ve known that you had a boyfriend.”

“Who said he was my boyfriend?”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“I don’t recall using that particular word.”

“Right. Well does he- does he know about us?”

“Us?”

“Yeah, does he know about...” Henry pauses. “Dream-gate?” he finishes in an exaggerated whisper.

“Dream-gate?” she chuckles. “I thought we decided that those dreams didn’t mean anything.”

“I mean yes- We did. But like, we still- And it was- If I was your-”

“Henry, what is this really about?” Charlotte interrupts his rambling.

“It’s just- what if I want the dreams to mean something?”

Taken aback by his bluntness, Charlotte loses her train of thought. “What do you want them to mean?” she inquires quietly.

Henry slides closer to her. “I don’t know. That we like each other? I mean, I know that I like you.”

She takes some time to truly process his words. “I like you too.”

Henry’s whole face lights up at her declaration. “Really?”

“Really.”

“What about Jack?”

“Who? Oh! Jack. We aren’t together.”

Henry’s face read pure bewilderment. “But what about your date? You fed each other bread earlier.”

“Not real. I just said that to see if it bothered you.”

“Huh. No wonder you guys didn’t have any chemistry” he mumbles under his breath.

“And then when you guys burned down my kitchen-”

Henry winces.

“-and we had to relocate to the ManCave, it was the perfect opportunity to gauge your reaction. I convinced Jack to pretend with me in order to make you jealous.”

“Wow, ok. Because I was confused about you guys supposedly dating this whole time.”

“Yeah, no. Jack’s just a good friend. I do usually cook for him when he visits me though. But it’s only friendly.”

“That makes sense.”

“You know, I prepared Jack for the possibility that you would act snotty towards him. Drop food in his lap, spill his drink on his shirt, that kind of thing.”

“Classic” Henry grins.

“But you didn’t even flinch while you were serving us. I thought I was being delusional about your feelings for me since you didn’t do any of that. You didn’t even seem to care.”

Henry grabs her hands gently. “Of course I cared. I was giving him the stank eye every time you turned your back.”

Charlotte laughs, “For real?”

“Heck yeah. But I couldn’t ruin your date Char. I just wanted you to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.”

“Whoa. When did you get so mature?”

“I am a grown man Char.”

Charlotte places a hand on her hip and gives him “the look”.

After a few moments they break into a fit of giggles. Calming first from their laughing fit, Henry stares at Charlotte with a small smile on his face.

“What?” Char asks when she’s composed herself.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

#Chenry #Henry Danger #Charlotte Page #Henry Hart #Charlotte Bolton #Kid Danger #Nickelodeon #Henlotte #Riele Downs #Jace Norman

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Road to Dystopia Pt. 3

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The author’s notes were cute the first time. Idk if I can recreate it. Smh. Accidentally deleted the first time. I know that I wanted to thank everyone who read, those who reviewed and those who enjoyed this fic. I’m sorry to anybody to didn’t enjoy, or anybody mad that this is the end, because you enjoyed it that much. And now the conclusion.

Goodbye Swellview

Ray was exhausted, but knew that he needed to address the public and also work on damage control for the incidents that Drex created and there no longer was a line to the Man Cave for the concerned citizens. He had to let them know that the system would return soon, that all of the known criminals were locked away, that jobs would be created in order to fix all of the various damages all over the city, from the majestic mountain of Mount Swellview, to the lowly old junk store, caught up in the wake of destruction. He had to assure the parents of at least four missing children that their children were probably going on Goonies-like adventures to try to search for Kid Danger and would each be returned home as soon as they were found… He had a lot of responsibilities to handle that the Kid would’ve smoothed over. So, he would do it for him.

Getting Henry into the new space and immediately tending to his medical needs, Charlotte and Schwoz worked to make sure that he was stable, giving the others instructions whenever they needed, until he was settled. Once he was hooked up to an IV and resting, Charlotte addressed all of his other injuries as he slept, and Schwoz and Piper went to retrieve the helicopter. Jasper wondered, “Is there anything that I can help with?”

“You can keep me company, if you want.”

He smiled, “Just try and get rid of me.” She smiled and continued. Henry had gotten pretty beaten up by Drex before the crash, because she knew that none of these injuries were likely related to that. Those would have been more serious, but these were pretty ugly, still. “Honestly, I may eff around and just blow off Harberd for a minute to roam Dystopia with you,” he said nonchalantly, but when she looked up at him, he seemed completely serious and pretty expectant.

“Well, a lot of people cancelled their flights after Drex attacked Swellview, so I’ll bet there’s an empty seat on mine, if you’re serious.”

He clenched his fists in excitement and wondered, “You’d really take me with you?”

She looked at him like she immediately regretted it, but he could tell that she was purposefully making that face. There was a little smile in her eyes as she furrowed her eyebrows at him. “I can’t believe that we all have superpowers,” Jasper said. Now, her facial expression was genuinely judgmental. “Don’t look at me like that! You said it yourself that I’m a superhero.”

“I said hero,” she corrected.

“Exactly, and now I’ve joined the ranks of the supers, along with Henry and Ray… and I guess you too, with your… roboticizing brain chip, but turning into a robot isn’t really the same thing as having a superpower.”

“I didn’t turn into a robot. The nanotechnology just goes through my body to where it’s needed to make the chip work properly with my brain. The chip isn’t even in my brain, it’s just in my head, and the technology can travel through my blood stream because there is organic material in the…” She saw from his face that he had no idea what she was talking about, so she concluded, “I’m not a robot. I’m still Charlotte, just… like a Super Charlotte.”

“Super Charlotte,” he repeated. She nodded. “But, not a robot.” She nodded. “Can you control other machines?”

“I can… communicate with other technology. Not so much control as to kind of get in tune with them, maybe jump on their network and sometimes hack effortlessly. I’ve still got a lot of testing out to do with this thing.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t just take it out, now. We’ve found Henry. That’s what you told me that you put it in for.” She didn’t respond to that and when she glanced at him she realized that he was waiting for a response. She still didn’t. He continued, “It’s just dangerous and it’s scary.”

“It’ll be really helpful when I get to Dystopia. It’ll be like a computer that nobody can steal from me on the train! You know that I got one of those robot hand gloves for protection? You can like attach it to the sleeve of your coat and it makes for someone stealing out of your hand very difficult. I was gonna wear it AND latch my computer to it while traveling. This is way safer!”

“For your computer, I guess,” he mumbled. She sighed. In too loud of a voice, he asked, “Well, what about that super strength, then? If you aren’t a robot now?”

Henry’s eyes blinked and she gave Jasper a look. They waited a moment, then she quietly said, “Some years ago, before you were on the team, I was kidnapped and altered to exterminate Ray and Henry.”

“I’ve heard this story. They turned you into a little, tiny Terminator, with a rap song.”

“Right. Well, Schwoz changed the signal and undid the mind control, but apparently there was still some kind of mechanism in me that could still be that way and the cyberchip was able to tap into it because the nanotechnology goes through my bloodstream. Simple explanation.” He opened his mouth and she said, “Still not a robot.”

“But robot enough,” he said.

She rolled her eyes and touched Henry’s hand, “All set.” Charlotte began to go put away the medical supplies and Jasper kept an eye on her. “This new lair is horribly positioned. It’s out in the open, like… everybody who passes by will be able to see it…”

“That’s a power move!” Jasper said. “It’s like, Yeah, I’m Captain Man and this is where I be. And what you gonna do about it?”

She sighed and said, “Captain Man didn’t make the move, but I guess. Of course, that’s awful risky for those of us who are NOT Captain Man. At least with the Man Cave, it was… hidden.”

Jasper shrugged his shoulders, “Is your assignment in Dystopia gonna be hidden?” It was a fair point. She shook her head, then he looked worried. “What exactly is your charity work? I forgot to ask.”

“Well, I actually told you a few times, but I guess it wasn’t that important to you,” she said, semi playfully. It was really frustrating to have to repeat stuff to her friends because they didn’t care enough about her life to retain anything.

“One more time, please, and I promise it won’t happen again,” Jasper said.

She nodded. He’d been pretty attentive all day, so she believed that promise from him. “In Dystopia, there are a lot of oppressive laws. The charity that I’m going to be working with is one that moves to try to educate little girls, in order to help them to not have to be child brides, or be obtained for human trafficking by Dystopia’s crime lords. There is a base of operations, which is kind of like a camp, and there is a settlement nearby - it has a shelter for some of the girls that they don’t necessarily have the resources to teach, but still have had to rescue from one of the terrible fates that happen to little girls there.”

“It is complete and utter bullshit that I didn’t remember you telling me this!” Jasper said, disgusted with himself.

“Yeah,” she agreed.

“Well… I mean… I’m not good at teaching, so is there other stuff I can do? Like… I don’t know… punch somebody if they try to steal our girls and sell them?”

“Yes, you can do that… OR… You know, you’ve got that fancy camera that I bought you for Christmas last year… You could document some of the conditions to share with the world.” She felt pretty bad for sicking a swarm of moths on him, so she made sure that she got him a really good gift. It killed her guilt whenever he opened it up.

“See? You are really great with ideas!” Jasper cheered. “Man, I’m gonna definitely start listening to you again.”

She was going to ask him when did he ever listen to her, but someone cut into their conversation with, “And what the heck am I gonna do in Dystopia?” Charlotte and Jasper both gasped and rushed to give Henry a triple hug. They both spoke at the same time about how they thought he was dead and they couldn’t believe he was alive, they were so glad, etc. He smiled in their arms and they all stayed there for a long time, eventually quieting down and just… resting, for the first time in the past few days, really.

After they were able to finally let go, Henry noted that Jasper and Charlotte were holding hands. He was just about to ask what was up with that, but each of them took one of his free hands and they sort of… were just chilling, just like that. “Are we friends that hold hands, now?” Henry asked, laughing a little.

“SUPER friends that hold hands!” Jasper corrected him. “We’ve got superpowers! I can fight and speak Spanish, ‘That’s not a-’(Henry tried, but Jasper kept going), Charlotte turns into a robot, ‘Not a robot…’ (She also attempted), and YOU HAVE A FORCEFIELD!”

Henry nodded, “Yeah, I DO have a forcefield… Wait, Charlotte, you turned into a robot? How long was I trapped in that crash site?”

“I am not a robot,” she said. They were quiet for a little bit longer and then she wondered, “Do… do you really wanna come with us to Dystopia?”

“Like he has a choice!” Jasper said.

“He does. He has plenty of choices. He could go to Neighborville as their hero. He could stay in Swellview with Ray and help him with the fallout of what happened. He could resign from hero life, hide his power and finish his high school education…” She listed.

Henry nodded at all of those unsavory ideas. Well, they were okay, but… they would include him being too far away from his two best friends, who he didn’t even want to leave before he had a severely traumatic near death experience. “Yeah… But… What could I do in Dystopia?” He asked her. He and Jasper looked at her attentively, actually waiting for her advice.

“You… could… work on your GED online, or even probably sit in on some higher level classes at the charity base, work in the community garden, maybe even do security for the shelter… You could… be a hero there. Rebrand yourself and become a new hero and a new kind of hope for Dystopia…”

“Can… I do all of that, or I gotta choose one? Because the community garden sounds awesome, but I feel like with a superpower, I should probably say that last one, or at least security…”

“You can do whatever you want, Henry. You’ll have backup,” she said and she and Jasper smiled at each other and then at him.

“I want to take a shower. I am super musty.” They all acknowledged the same. Nobody had washed up. But, also… Nobody knew where a shower might be in this place, either.

After they found it, Charlotte told them that they could go first, she was going to try to get them something to change into. She’d seen the gumball maker and she knew how to work it. Hell, she knew how to make an Omega weapon.. She looked up and Jasper was in the doorway while Henry showered, but keeping an eye on her. “Jasper, what are you…?”

“I’m just… leery about leaving either of you alone right now. Is that dumb?” he asked.

She shook her head. It wasn’t. She got it.

Captain Man announced that Kid Danger died saving a baby hospital, and if Henry wanted to remain a hero, he could always just be someone else. He had a different power, and everything. But… also… He knew that Henry didn’t want to stick around. While he was out working on getting the city calmed down, Schwoz made sure that the kids got home. And, he didn’t really hear from them while they were recovering. He could guess why.

To keep up appearances, they kept their social media active. Charlotte and Jasper replaced their phones and were posting hella photos of them mourning Kid Danger, but grateful for the chance to graduate and move on. Henry was with Piper a lot, showing up in her social media - mostly because SHE was so grateful that he actually wasn’t dead, but she was never going to admit that. Instead, she said stuff like, “Spending my last Swellview days with my biggest fan, my reckless brother” or some other version. “This idiot” and so on.

But, they were together, mostly. Piper had several graduation parties to attend and was requested at every Kid Danger memorial, as President of the Man Fans, so whenever she did those things, she left Henry at Charlotte’s. Jasper had only been home to grab his things and spent the rest of the time there, too. Charlotte was working on building a portable gumball maker, because it would be so much easier for them if they DIDN’T have to pack a lot of clothes, and also, Henry would need something for hero stuff. Then, Jasper wondered if she could make him something for hero stuff too, “Since I have superpowers now,” he said. She put it on her list.

Henry came in while she was working on that and Jasper was playing on his phone with his head in her lap. “Yo, yo, yiggety yo yo yo!” Henry cheered.

Jasper gasped and said, “BOOK CHECK!” He picked up one of Charlotte’s books from the workstation and threw it at Henry, who reflexively and defensively blocked it with a forcefield. “Amazing,” Jasper observed.

While Charlotte yelled, “Hey!” Because he threw one of her books. Henry picked it up and set it back where it went. “Hey, how are you, Hen?” Charlotte asked.

“Not as good as Jasper, with the best seat in the house,” he teased, then took his own seat, next to Jasper and leaned back onto Charlotte’s lap, as well.

“I’m not furniture,” she reminded them.

“We’re idiot doggies. We don’t know the difference,” Henry said. She rolled her eyes and continued working. “Are we sitting together at the city wide service?”

“Don’t you think you should sit with your family, after what happened to you and what almost happened to you?” Charlotte asked.

“You… two… are my family,” Henry said. Jasper reached over and took his hand. Charlotte strummed his hair. They continued with their plan of action for attending the service and making it to the airport…

Henry was confused whenever the bird hurt itself flying into him, but that was short lived. It was short lived, because the moment that he saw the blimp connecting with the mountain, and he watched in slow motion as what he believed to be his last few moments alive took place, he wished for something else. He tried to focus on why he did this. It was because he loved Ray, but also… because Swellview did need Captain Man. But Kid Danger?

Swellview couldn’t have needed him. His friends didn’t even need him. They had planned futures. They had decided to move on without him. But… Charlotte’s last cry. Hearing her scream his name, then all of the noise of the Man Cave crumbling… Did they make it out? Would they be free to leave Swellview? Would they… still want to… after this? Because the fire, the wreckage and the explosions that he was witnessing… there was no way that he was going to be alive for much longer. He jumped off of the blimp, hoping that at least if he wasn’t incinerated in the explosion, they would have something to confirm what happened to him. The babies were safe, so he no longer had to steer the blimp. A Swellview block was safe. Swellview was safe, thanks to him. Ray was safe. Knowing how dedicated Jasper was to doing what he said, Jasper and Charlotte were safe. He could die, knowing that the people that he loved were able to live on.

Whenever he landed, back first, he braced himself, but he bounced, then stopped moving. Was it so painful that he couldn’t feel it? Was it so bad that he had dissociated? He checked himself. He was still glowing green and he appeared unharmed… But… wreckage from the mountain and the blimp soon came tumbling down and he braced himself yet again to be killed… He wasn’t, though. Just… trapped. “Okay, so it’s slow starvation instead of instantaneous impact or at least a torturous few moments of burning?” He sighed and tried to shove the flaming wreckage off of himself. Not only was it not working, but more and more kept falling onto him. “Or suffocation?” He said, noting that it was very difficult to breathe under all of this. He started to try to see if this… protective glow could maybe push off some of this stuff like it deflected that bird and like it padded his fall. He was able to get himself a little more breathing room, but he was pretty buried. All that was left to do now was wait - either for this forcefield to fail and these rocks to crush him to death, to succumb to hunger, or maybe something else horrific could happen.

He tried to see if his phone was still on him. Maybe he could call someone. Maybe he could call Charlotte or Jasper… He recalled her voice screaming his name as presumably, she got out of the Man Cave? But… what if she didn’t? What if she and Jasper only made it as far as the elevator and everything collapsed, making it plunge right back down into the explosions? He shouldn’t think like that! He should try to have some hope… But… that was enough to scare him away from trying to call either of them. He tried to press the buttons by memory. Maybe he could contact Piper. She was out of dodge, so she was definitely safe and sound, somewhere… But his phone must’ve had bad coverage, because nothing happened. No connection… He was on his own, just the way that he figured he’d be whenever Team Danger left him in Swellview. “I’m gonna die here, in this place,” he announced miserably, to himself. “Alone…” He whispered and shut his eyes. Nobody was around, so it was okay for him to cry.

Time was lost on him. He almost passed out a few times, but immediately jumped awake whenever he felt the force field slip and the wreckage get heavier against him. His jump scare wake ups always push it out a little more, but not enough to free himself.

He thought about Jasper. The way he used to always try to be affectionate and it would make Henry slightly uncomfortable and try to avoid him for a moment… If he had Jasper here right now, he would hug him so tightly and apologize and tell him that he loved him and kiss him right on the lips. As friends, or whatever. It didn’t matter. He didn’t tell Jasper how much he appreciated him and his love and now, he was going to die alone and Jasper was going to maybe light a candle before he left for college, hopefully mourn accordingly and then move on with his life.

Charlotte… she was gonna go… what was she doing out there? Dystopia… was she working in one of their food deserts? If he had Charlotte here right now, he’d tell her to start from the beginning and tell him EVERYTHING on her mind. He wouldn’t cut her off, or tune her out, or make fun of her for how boring or nerdy whatever she was talking about was… Had he been that person? A person that doesn’t show his friends that he cared? A person who didn’t let his best friend love him? Didn’t listen to his other best friend? Would they even care to lose him? Kid Danger, sure… but… had he been a good enough Henry to them?

His brain was exhausted. His muscles hurt from the strain of staying alive inside of that force field, and his heart was broken by all of the regrets of being the kind of friend that friends and even his sister could just move on and leave behind. Maybe they were somewhere beating themselves up too. I mean… they WERE just gonna graduate and leave me… He felt bad for even thinking that way about them. They shouldn’t put their lives on hold just because HE had wasted his, and now, he had sacrificed it. He was probably always meant to be here. To fall, a hero, but die alone. He hated his mindset right now. He had been so sure whenever he sent Ray away. He had been so sure when the babies were safe. But, now, in this aftermath… He just wanted the death he deserved, a hero’s death… not this hell that he was putting himself through while he fought to stay alive, for what? Because starving, dehydration, and exhaustion were better than rock crushing?

He heard helicopters nearby and he tried to move. Maybe if he shifted a rock and knocked some down, they’d at least check this pile of rubbish. Rubbish? Weird. I must be delirious… One thing he wasn’t… moving those rocks. And it was hours before they began to move. He was about ready to throw in the towel. He was so out of it, he could’ve sworn that he heard Ray’s voice ask where he was. He answered. He’d been talking to himself and his ghosts all of this time. Might as well continue… Then, the rocks began to move and he saw their faces. Charlotte and Jasper! FINALLY. The death he deserved. Peaceful, with images that brought him joy and not anguish. He dropped the forcefield and he let himself find rest.

He hadn’t expected to wake up to find them there. He hadn’t expected to wake up at all, but he heard chatter about Dystopia and he knew those voices and he simply followed them until he was conscious again… and there they were - his friends. His loves. Of course, he wanted to be with them. He never wanted to have to be alone again, hero or not…

After a little bit, it became clear that they were going to have to do a little more than just help and watch after the girls in the program - people were always in need of help in Dystopia. They would wake up in the morning. Charlotte, wrapped up in two dudes and squirm her way out of them. She got better and better at putting their arms on each other so that she could stretch and have some tea before they got up. If Henry woke up first, he left a paper flower that he folded and a note that he went for a jog - he could do that, because he had a force field. Whenever Jasper woke up first, he would either stay where he was until somebody else got up, just cuddled up and watching them sleep.

No matter the order, they got up, took the train to the base. Charlotte taught classes, Jasper took photos and did maintenance work, and Henry helped with the community garden and security.

Any time that there was an alert for them to spring into action, Jasper and Henry were able to go more easily than she was, but the times when she DID get to go, those criminals had better watch out. She had a tap on mask programmed into her cyberchip, so she didn’t need to blow a bubble… she wasn’t big on gum, anyway, and she made sure that she kept Henry and Jasper’s gum supplied. Jasper needed two, they soon found out, after watching him be thrown around like a ragdoll, because he had not been able to sleep as easily with a pill. Charlotte’s sleeping gum recipe though? Put him right out and he was up and fighting in no time.

Henry had a hero complex with them. He still jumped in front of them and potential danger with his force fields, despite that they probably would be fine 9 times out of 10 if he hadn’t. He still asked Charlotte if she was going to go back to the base. He still felt like he was the one who had to protect them, sometimes. They were slowly getting him out of that habit every time they had to get out there and fight. Charlotte with her extensive gifts from the cyberchip. Jasper with his unique fighting style. And now, for however long they wanted to, the three of them would be as close… no… they were definitely already closer, than he and Ray had been when they were a team. Things worked out just as they were meant to! He wasn’t going to die alone. He smiled to himself as he popped the gumball into his mouth and rushed to catch up with his friends.

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locnationtm · 5 years

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Waking up to some beautiful melanin this morning!!! ——- @aestheticfemme .. ——- #Queen #blackhairstyles #womenwithlocs #melanin #natural #locstyles #womenlocstyles #locs #allnatural #naturalhair #longhairdonthair #teamnatural #blackwoman #melaninpoppin #blackqueen #blackgirlsrock #blacklove #blackgirlmagic #hairstyles #longhair #curlyhair #locnation #blackwomen #locstyles #locnationtm #blackgirl #naturalwomen #dreads #naturalhaircommunity #naturalhairstyles https://www.instagram.com/p/BvEa2UrlD6I/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=h0xeqvxeiobj

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jedihersh · 5 years

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Reposted from @the_black_commission - ITS TIME TO WAKE UP THE MASSES Empowering words from OUR HERO the late Kwame Ture also known as StokelyCarmichael .#thecommission #blackmen #blackwoman #blackchildren #blackmothers #blackfathers #blackfamily #blackunity #blackgirls #blackpeople #blackexcellence #blackelder #blacklegacy #blackleadership#blackconsciousness#blackcommerce#blackeconomics#blackancestors#blackbusiness#blackpower#webuyblack#powernomics#ase#melanin#blackhealth#blackvegan#blackwallstreet#african#blackown#unapologeticallyafrican https://www.instagram.com/p/BxhflD9ghyNYo7FffCz8qNw0W90e4kcvWCrDF40/?igshid=3s9qys8455lp

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carameledchocolate · 1 day

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It’s a crippling feeling that no one wants to admit. It’s hard to be in this skin with this hair in this world. That’s all, not looking for an answer or explanation or opinion just saying.

#youtube #blackwomen #black women in luxury #4chair #4hairtype #afro hair #darkskinwomen #dark skin #blackgirls wake up #blackgirltherapy #black is beautiful #blackgirls

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ola-jupiter · 5 years

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One day, I will wake up thin thin thin... as doll And I will thank Ana and Mia to been my friends all this time But today isn't that day. #thin #anaandmia #anamia #tothebones #slim #blackgirl #thingirl #thinspo

#thin thingirl blackgirl thinspo anamia tothebones

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hiztorybookz · 3 years

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Dreams do come true. You just have to stop sleeping! Wake up💯✊🏽💪🏽Make it happen. . For Hiztory Bookz, click the link tree in the bio. . #blackfamily #moors #problack #georgefloyd #blackowned #blackandproud #blackpeoplebelike #buyblack #blackconsciousness #naturalhair #repost #explore #blackownedbusiness #fashion #blackempowerment #rextacular #blackgirls #supportblackbusiness #funny #blackpeoplememes #blackqueen #hebrewisraelites #blackmedia #culture #afro #whitepeople #aboriginal #africanamericans #panafricanism #blackbeauty https://www.instagram.com/p/CSzYmDZLK6r/?utm_medium=tumblr

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thedumbdichotomiesdiary · 6 years

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When you wake up to this on one of your YouTube videos and you want to write something hilarious and snarky about it but you realize you’ve been blessed a long time. I have made it almost 27 yrs and never been called the N word, I’m the kid who bullies the bully and I’m pretty sure if you saw how I voted... I am white america?..... so I decided to take a minute and remember I’m black. Remember this happens to so many black people daily, to their faces. That unprivileged blacks get a lot worse than an internet troll on a YouTube video that has 65 subscribers and 60 views. In past America, I would have been killed for marrying my husband and it would have been painful and we would have been tortured. Our babies would have been stolen and sold. If I grew up now in some parts of the south or inner city, I could have grown up and never have gone to college, or lost my dad, brothers and husband to gang violence. I could feel hopeless, abused and lost. But I didn’t grow up that way: I am privileged, I am safe, I went to college and I married who I wanted without fear. My kids rock and are gorgeous and I am without a doubt blessed and... I’m not ugly, I’m beautiful so take that Dan Dan! #riseup #alllivesmatter #merica🇺🇸 #fightback #mixedrace #mixedbabies #mixedrelationship #blackandwhite #blackgirl #youtube #blogger #vlogger #beautiful

#mixedrelationship #alllivesmatter #blackandwhite #beautiful #blackgirl #blogger #riseup #vlogger #fightback #merica🇺🇸#mixedrace #youtube #mixedbabies

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neshabeingchildish · 4 years

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Road to Dystopia Pt. 1

Hi, Friends! Some of you are familiar with my work, and some of you are not. It can be a bit convoluted at times and maybe even incoherent, but I promise, I try to do my best to clarify and explain the picture that I’m trying to paint. This particular short fic isn’t done in exact chronological order, because I wanted to *sort of sandwich in the things from what we last saw with the parts that we didn’t get to see and maybe throw out a fun or emotional journey. Idk. You might hate it, and that’s cool too, just don’t tell me. I don’t care if you hate it. That’s just gon’ piss me off and I’ma cuss you out and tell you that you can go if you don’t like it. *Short about me. I do this for free, but I’m passionate about it* Here is the first installment of 3 - probably the shortest of them. Present is normal. Flashbacks/Dreams in italics. @sunbeameyes @kiddangers @adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @daintyurbanprincess @bitchmilsky @ciara-knightly I know some people said to tag, but unfortunately, I did not screenshot and I don’t trust my memory. So, I’m tagging my friends that I remember specifically asking (Unless y’all didn’t, just pretend you did and just don’t read, if that’s the case). A bish is vurry sensitive right now.

Did We Just Lose Him?

Off of the plane, miles away from the Dystopia city limits, you have to get into an armored car (if you’re wise), to drive into the city. When you’re dropped off, you’re tasked with getting to where you need to be on your own or dealing with price gouging of the cab. And a half built wall at the edge of the place fared a warning in bold red paint, not neon like the city lights, darker, and more akin to the shade of blood, “Turn Around Now!” That was typically everyone’s first image and first memory of the place. Charlotte had read about it. She had studied every piece of information of the place that she could, but sometimes, that wasn’t enough for life experience. She was still ready to take it on, to take on anything with Henry and Jasper. Whenever she saw it, her first memory of the place, she noted in her mind that it was even more sinister in person. It was larger than it seemed in the few photos of it, and the red looked more vivid and bright in those. This warning was ominous AF. Her first memory, but whenever Jasper spoke, she realized not his, and not Henry’s.

“Charlotte! Look at that statue!”Jasper cheered. “Who IS that dude?”

Meanwhile, Henry asked, “Hey, you got something to translate the signs on those buildings? Which place do we go to for noodles?”

“Oooh, noodles!” Jasper cosigned. She blinked her eyes and looked at the warning sign one last time before stepping forward to enter. Both men placed a hand on her to make sure that they remained close through the upcoming crowd. So… they were more nervous than they were letting on. She liked to think it was in an effort to save face in front of her. Because she certainly wasn’t about to let them see how much some of the cautionary graffiti was alarming her. It was easier for them. “Crimeridden hellhole” was simpler to digest than the facts and stats that she knew in advance.

The crowd got thicker, the people got pushier and Charlotte, paying attention to both her GPS and the scenery in front of her, was not paying as much to the guys. Jasper hovered protectively around her and Henry hung on to her coat tail, keeping eyes on their environment as she tracked towards their destination deliberately. She had warned them not to make eye contact, look too long, stare too hard at anybody, but Henry saw too many aggressive faces looking their way - like they just knew - These kids don’t belong here. They probably still looked too green. At any rate, he didn’t like some of the looks they were getting. If something went down, Charlotte was basically defenseless and they were all carrying stuff that they could be attacked for.

She doesn’t want to get too far ahead, but she’s trying to avoid drawing attention to herself by looking around in wonder or confusion, trying to make sure she pays attention to the GPS, and trying not to bump into anyone and make them think they’re being attacked. She began to walk faster the closer that she got, and Jasper and Henry clenched her coat. She vaguely felt it, but there had been this awareness she had since the Man Cave incident - whenever they could tell the others were nearby or had gotten far away. They even were doing it in their sleep. Getting up and going to the bathroom in the middle of the night? That woke everybody up. “What’s going on? Where are you going?” would begin the moment someone was out of range. She credited it to trauma, on her part in particular. The boys both tried to play it a little more smoothly… Neither of their asses were smooth, though, so…

“Aha! Finally!” she said and sidestepped to a tall hotel with graffiti of a man hanging on the sign. “This is the place.” She smiled at the boys, who were both looking at the sign uncomfortably, then she led the way inside. Jasper followed, then Henry… That was how it usually went (well, how it had been going). A lot had changed for them in a short amount of time and all three of them knew that a lot more still would. This was home, for at least a year, now. Home, for the three of them.

Charlotte was rapidly pressing buttons and maintaining contact with everyone in the operation. It was the most dangerous job that she had done, and for some reason, she was somehow calm about it. Probably because Ray and Henry always saved the day. Henry always came home. But… this mission was different. Ray and Henry on that blimp, the Man Drone being knocked out of the sky repeatedly, kids on the scene with Schwoz while he tried things from his end… It. Was. A. Lot. She barely had the chance to process her stress.

She had been listening in when she realized that… Ray was no longer on the blimp… But… Henry WAS??? “Henry, are you going down with the blimp?” She asked, though she knew the answer, and in that moment, when he confirmed, she knew a fear that she had never had to face before. They… were… gonna LOSE Henry, UNLESS she did something quick!

Now, she was frantic, trying to keep herself grounded because she probably literally held Henry’s life in her hands. SHE was the one who thinks. She had to have an answer to this in front of her, but she had to find it fast. She had to find it fast, yet she was running out of time. Henry was getting closer and closer to Mount Swellview and he was insisting that she leave him to die. “I’m not leaving you!” She declared, and she meant it. If Henry was going to die, she in a moment of reaction was going to have to, as well.

“Jasper, get her out of there!” “But Henry!”

And… she was sure, SURE that she had figured out what could be done whenever Jasper hoisted her over his shoulder. Maybe she might have died in the process, but HENRY might have lived and she was being torn from the chance to save him! “HENRYYYYYYYYYYYYY…”

She awoke with a start and was breathing heavy. Henry was perfectly safe. Sleeping. At this point, not even moved by her waking up so abruptly. Jasper, on the other hand, reached out and collected her to himself. He was more likely to respond in his sleep than Henry was, with regularly doing active sleep things when fighting. She laid on his chest and caught her breath in his arms. Henry stirred a little and wrapped an arm over both she and Jasper. She was able to go back to sleep.

“HENRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY…” Jasper set her down to let her stand and he pressed the button. Her hands were shaking and he was bouncing up and down, silently begging the elevator to let them make it out. Charlotte looked at her hands. “I… I was almost to solution. I know that I was. I… We left him!” She looked up at the side of Jasper’s face. His expression was solemn and his mouth was shut, but he definitely had tears on his cheeks.

“We did what he wanted us to,” he said. The elevator door opened and he grabbed her hand and they rushed out of the store, fearing that it might collapse. Charlotte was weak. She was frustrated and tired and trying, but unable to move forward. Jasper had to drag her away from the building, which definitely was collapsing now. She screamed and moved towards it, but he forced her further and further away.

“Henry!” She cried. “Our only chance to find Henry just…” Now, she started crying. It wasn’t something that she did a lot and usually, she didn’t do so this hard, but… “Henry…” She whispered. Jasper wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her close. “Tell me that didn’t just happen. Did we? Did we just… LOSE Henry?” She asked, between sobs.

Jasper was shivering and she focused in on it. There was something about his hold that was so different from any other time they ever touched. She knew it, almost right away. He wasn’t holding her to try to console her. He was holding her because he was on the verge of falling apart, himself. When he finally answered, her heart stopped. “I don’t know. But, I can’t lose you too.”

#Road to Dystopia #Nesha HD Fics #HD Dystopia #Dystopia #henry danger #We shall see if they allow me in the tag since they hate me and all my content #hd ot3 #Chensper

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