#screaming and running away cus this did not turn out how I wanted it to lmao😭

[ravers8fantasy]

drops my genderbend art of don rosie posie flamenco b4 running away because the lighting is straight up ass cheeks

Ignore the sticky notes yall it was lil notes for character building...

totally not to hold down the insert of carmen

[thelov3lybookworm]

My World

Day 1: Cool quiet.

Summary: Y/n's in labour. Azriel needs to stay calm.

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Word Count: 805

Warnings: labour ig? azzie being scared and sad cus yn is in pain :(

A/n: HAPPY DAY 1 OF @azrielappreciationweek YALL WOOHOOOO 🥳

all fics in the week will be like a series cus theyre all revolving around azzie and his daughter hehe but it isnt a series ig?

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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Rhysand did not see the shift in his spymaster. Did not see the way he stiffened, the way his eyes went distant before focusing again, fist clenched.

He said no words, nothing to indicate he knew his mate was going into labour. And if the meeting with Keir had not ended when it had and Azriel hadn’t immediately winnowed away without preamble, Rhys wouldn’t have even known.

Even when Rhysand and Cassian followed their brother to his house on the outskirts of Velaris, welcomed by agonising screams of Azriel’s mate, Rhysand saw him stand quietly in the hallway.

Rhysand could not fathom being that cool, that quiet if he knew Feyre was in labour.

He had to give it to Azriel, the male was great at hiding his weaknesses. And Rhysand would have been convinced he was still composed had he not seen that in the dark corridor, light glinted off of the tears rolling down his cheeks.

Azriel still did not move, standing still against the wall with his hands folded behind his back.

It shook Rhys more than him pacing and losing his mind would have.

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Azriel’s pov.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to curse himself out loud. After all, he was the reason his darling mate was going through the pain of birth.

Should’ve resisted when she said she wanted kids.

But alas, it was now too late to do anything but stand here helpless as he heard her loud cries of pain from their bedroom.

"I- Azriel! Az-"

It took all Azriel had in him to stand outside while his mate, his wife went through unbearable pain he knew he could not even fathom of. Having your privates stretched while you had to push out a literal being was something he knew his worst wounds would look like paper cuts in comparison.

It made him respect females more at the moment.

Through the bond, he felt flashes of hot agony and cold pain, but he was aware it was nothing, nothing compared to what his mate was going through.

The door opened the slightest bit, the worried eyes of an apprentice healer peeking out. "Spymaster? Madja said you can come in to soothe your mate."

Instantly, Azriel was hurrying inside the room, his eyes finding his mate lying on the bed.

Keep calm. Keep calm. Keep calm.

But how could he, seeing as the one person he could ruin the world for, was sobbing, tears running down her face in constant streams, aided by the sweat gathering on her skin?

He hurried over to her side, her palm instantly finding his.

"My love, I’m here."

She gasped in pain, nails digging into his palm.

Cool. Stay cool. It will be fine.

"Just one more push dear, then you can rest."

Azriel turned his head to Madja when she said that, relief spreading through his veins. At least the torture Y/n was going through would be over soon.

Y/n nodded, meeting Azriel’s eyes. Even while she was pushing out their baby, she found it in herself to offer him a weak smile.

Be calm.

Not even a moment after Y/n dropped back down on the bed with an exhausted sigh, loud cries filled the room. Azriel leaned down, placing his forehead against his mate’s. She smiled up at him, her eyes tired.

"No more babies. Y/n, I’m telling you, I cannot see you in pain."

Y/n had the audacity to pout. "But what if our baby gets lonely?"

He shook his head, kissing Y/n’s cheek. "I won’t let them get lonely."

He straightened when he heard footsteps approaching, lifting his head to look at Madja, who grinned at them over the baby’s head. "It’s a daughter."

Tears gathered in Azriel’s eyes as Madja leaned down, his daughter’s face coming into view for the first time. Azriel could not look away.

She’s beautiful.

Her eyes are so pretty.

She stared back at him with wide eyes.

Don’t cry. Stay calm. Stay quiet.

Fuck calm. Fuck quiet.

He let the tears fall as Y/n placed a hand on his arm, telling him to take his daughter. And even though he did not want to taint the pure soul made of him and his beloved, he extended his arms. Y/n had had the time of months to scold and train Azriel to not be scared of his own child.

The moment Madja stepped out of their room, Azriel let out an involuntary sob, accompanied by a look in his mate’s direction, who was crying too.

"I love her so much."

She nodded, giggling. "Me too." After a pause, she continued. "Hazel. That’s what we decided."

He nodded, unable to look away as he leaned down to press his lips to her tiny forehead.

"My world."

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[talkbycolor]

I deserve this

A/N; at this point its obvious that i inspire in rebzyyx songs

Pairing; "Your Boyfriend" x AFAB!Reader (cus people are scared of the word trans)

CW; reader becomes willing at the end i swear / unhealthy, obsessive and possesive love / sensitive topics such as mental health, depression, anxiety, fear of abandonment, dissociation, suicidal thoughts / a crazy concept: he talks about his emotions!! / non-con, violence, like, i cry while i masturbate

It's quite blurry trying to remember how it all started, it seemed harmless to accept a date from a stranger, he gave you a beautiful rose and was quite kind to you.

Feeling that people could like you, that someone could be romantically interested in you, because of who you are, your personality, that they knew your… desires?

Because you had dreams, of course.

…

Your dream was to live, to live a quiet life, a stable, pleasant job, with good pay, a normal and peaceful life, where the deep emptiness in your heart was non-existent, years had passed and the monotonous feeling did not disappear, you had already accepted the pain, after all, if you felt that constantly it was probably because you did something wrong at some point, right?

But that was a personal dream that would never be shared.

And it's not like that matters now, not when you're in… A room, that's funny, your last memory is of Peter slamming you against the table to tie your limbs since their last date didn't end as expected and It was time to go home.

Return to an empty home, for what? Peter was more than willing to take care of you, why was he so scary? Accepting it would have made things easier, but you ruined everything by trying to run away, you even fought tooth and nail, that was too pathetic now that you remember it, maybe you DO deserve all the shit that is happening.

You could have saved yourself so much terror and attacks.

"PETER ENOUGH! PLEASE! LET ME GO! NO! NO! FUCK, PLEASE!" You tore out your throat with terrified screams and tried to claw at his skin until your fingers were bloody, biting the hands that tried to stop your screams, hitting his face with your elbows and kicking him away, crawling like a dying animal away from him. "PETER!" You sobbed sharply before losing consciousness.

But nothing worked, resisting only made all that shit worse and now you were tied up, in Your boyfriend's old clothes.

You barely remember how you got to that place, or if time passed, anyway that doesn't matter anymore, from one day to the next you find a very small piece of clothing that turned out to be yours, time passed, your body grew but your mind didn't, they keep lying but you know that your life will depend on how well you do it.

And you're not doing it right, you tried to adopt toxic happiness but you couldn't even maintain it for a while before exploding, sadness was already an everyday thing and you just weren't feeling it anymore.

"Dear?"

Just peace please, how hard could that be? It was annoying, you even felt angry for feeling so empty, because people were so rude and the constant rejection killed you socially.

It was hard to breathe, wasn't it?

"Love? Do you hear me?"

It feels like the end, your soul is bleeding, you wish your stupid job made you feel a little more alive and motivated to continue.

And now you have done so many things to escape from that monster that pulls you back to the room to devour you under the bed.

"Darling!" Your boyfriend's voice echoed through the room, making you look at him once and for all, your eyes tired despite having been unconscious most of the time.

"…" You wanted to respond, really, but what were you supposed to say?

"You must be exhausted, you didn't even touch dinner" It was a tricky phrase, he had tried to feed you since you were tied up.

"Peter-…"

"I already told you that I prefer to be called other way, honey" He responded with a smile and a definitely not irritated tone.

"I want to sleep" He left your lips, he was being so caring, taking care of your health.

He kidnapped you.

And you couldn't even thank him for it.

He knocked you out.

You really were an ungrateful shit, weren't you?

He locked you up.

You wanted to return the signs of affection.

Soon the ropes left your body, Peter helped you stand up and you both walked to the bedroom, he was still carrying a small plate with a light dinner, he refused to let you go to bed without having eaten dinner.

Once in bed, he made sure that you had a proper dinner, and he helped you change your clothes so that you would be comfortable in bed, he also did the same with his attire and now you were both lying down. It always made your stomach churn when he looked at your half-naked body.

"Dear" He murmured next to you while you tried to sleep as soon as possible, so many things had happened those last few days that the only way out was to sleep, you had probably already been fired from your job for not showing up. "Honey, love, darling," he said sweetly as his hand went up to your cheek, he simply looked at you with a huge and probably painful smile on his face, almost tattooed, you made him so happy with your mere presence.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, your mind still cloudy enough to refuse anything, so you just went up to kiss him, the room was very dark and there weren't even crickets echoing at night, the amount of silence was overwhelming… of course, that didn't count the lip-smacking they shared.

So it continued.

For a long time.

"Pet-…uhm, I mean, honey, I'm tired and I want to sleep" You interrupted the honey session.

"Please, you don't have to do anything, just let me love you, darling" his voice was soft, soothing to that darkness but not to the painful weight in your heart and the knot in your stomach, his touches felt strange.

You know that's wrong, you don't like it.

You didn't stop him, just like he said, you let him love you as you closed your eyes and a buzzing sound echoed in your head, like television static, your bottom clothes had disappeared, but that didn't matter.

You couldn't hear anything, you didn't see anything, your body reacted but your mind was very far from that place, you wandered through your memories, fantasies of a life you were never going to have.

It was really digging into your cunt, huh? Even when your mind wanted to flee somewhere else, it was undeniable how he held your thighs and you gasped heavily with each thrust.

His member was still dripping his seed, did he use protection? You don't know, you don't care.

It doesn't matter.

B e cau se s oon y o u w il l b e d ea d.

"Honey? Didn't you enjoy it?" Peter asked with a worried frown.

What the hell is wrong with you? Do you no longer have respect for yourself? You know it's going to hurt you.

Don't you mind dying? You lost hope and you don't even try to help yourself anymore, damned and pathetic attempt at being human, really unnecessary.

"Honey…" Peter caressed your cheeks and brought his forehead to yours, sighing softly and carrying your body to the bathroom in the room.

You didn't say anything either, you just felt how it was cleaning your body, the water was warm, the bathtub full of bubbles, and it smelled pretty good, like coconut soap. Peter hummed quietly as he treated your body with the utmost affection, you were sure he was whispering things in your ear but you were barely aware of your surroundings.

When your eyes finally focused on something you could see the ceiling of the room thanks to the moonlight, Peter was behind you, hugging your body, caressing your hair, and sniffing the soapy fragrance.

"You are so sweet, so unique, so kind, so special to me, a truly exceptional person, I will do everything to make you feel comfortable, darling, I love you so much, my adorable-…"

"Peter"

"… Yes love?" This time he didn't argue about that name, you were finally talking and that was good.

"I'm sorry I feel so alone, I know you're here but…" You wish you could give him an answer but that was something even you hadn't figured out yet.

"It's okay, honey, I'll be with you to hold you, forever."

♡

[liiixsturniolos]

OK IM SO LIKE READY FOR ANGST I NEED THE MOST HEART RENCHING ANSGST YOU CAN MAKE DOWN PACKED OK so this could be matt or Chris it don't bother me but like lately you guys have been getting into a lot of fights about matt/Chris' new girl best friend and it's been happening for months and you and matt/Chris were on a date and of course SHE had to come and they had been ignoring you alll night

YES!

 ୨୧ " Her! " ୨୧

Bf!Chris x Jealous!reader

warnings: angst

"Come on baby!" Chris pleads. "Let's go out tonight, just me and you! We can go to the movies like you love to."

You smile, "Okay, yeah!" And reply, walking over to the wardrobe you share and getting out your clothes.

"You almost ready?" He shouts to you in the bathroom, tying up your hair.

"Yeah." You say, stepping out.

"You look very pretty." He smirks.

"Thank you." You reply with a smile now painted across your face.

At the movies, you go to sit down and find the best seats, while Chris gets the popcorn. You slump down onto the old, worn leather seats like always, and Chris comes running up the stairs to you, almost spilling the popcorn.

"Did it start?" He asks

"Not yet it's still ads." You reply impatiently, throwing a piece of warm buttery popcorn into your mouth.

Your head turns at a stomping noise, someone coming up the stairway toward your seats, realising who it is you mutter under your breath "fuck.. not this bitch again.."

It was Chris' 'girl bestfriend' Lola you hated her, and you usually like most people, but fuck, you could just tell she fed off of drama and wasn't happy about you and Chris.

In fact, you'd heard from another one of his friends that she used to have a crush on him and probably still does. She only irritated you because of how she would talk to him and touch him, right in front of you.

It's as if she was taunting you and stroking your boyfriends arm just to piss you off. You weren't a super jealous person, but when it came to this girl, you wanted to litterly slap her every time she talked because your boyfriend, Chris, being the sweet gullible guy his is, just didn't pick up on her bitchy behaviour.

"Heyyy Chris!" She screamed, running up to him. You rolled your eyes, watching her run.

"Oh hey." He replies, smiling politely.

"I haven't seen you in forever!" She squeals.

"You saw each other two days ago.." You scoff at her.

"Well, it feels like forever cus I just miss him sooooooo much!" She says in a baby voice,

You roll your eyes harder than before, to the point they can't go further back into your head.

"So, since we're all here, can I sit with you guys?" She asks.

"Sorry, Y/n and I are on a date, so it's kinda just us this time." Chris tells her.

"Chris! What the hell. You don't wanna hang out with me?" She says, pouting like a kid.

"That's not what I mean, I'm with my girlfriend right now." He explains.

"Wow, okay, so you prefer her over me now?" She whines.

Suddenly, your ears tune into this conversation more, you want to know what Chris will say about this.

"Well, no. That's not - what I mean..but." He stutters.

"So I can sit with you?" She mumbles, trying to give him puppy eyes to convince him.

"I guess so.." he gives in, not wanting to decide between his girlfriend and bestfriend.

"Wow..." You whisper to yourself, in disbelief, he just let her ruin your date like this.

You watch the movie, but your face is burning up with anger the whole hour. You barely even focused on the movie, just stared at Chris and Lola (his 'girl best friend') , watching her talk to him the whole time.

At the end of the movie, you get up quickly and rush straight out of the dark theatre. You don't even want to talk to Chris. You just wanted to go home.

"Y/n! Wait up." He shouts at you, but you continue to walk away, ignoring his multiple shouts.

You hurriedly climb into your Uber. Tears building up in your eyes, this is the fourth time this has happened, Lola loved to show up whenever you saw Chris, it wasn't fair, especially because you had to travel for your work alot, she could see him constantly but you couldn't.

It scared you that Lola was around him so much. It was so obvious to you that she liked Chris, but he was certain she didn't.

You couldn't take this anymore. You sit in the back seat of your Uber, shaking, with tears streaming down your face, your mascara leaving black stains as you wiped it on your jacket.

You got home, opening up your phone to missed calls and texts from Chris.

Your mind was spiralling, you couldn't decide what to do, you wanted to text him back, but you were so tired and drained you ended up falling asleep on your bed, as soon as you led on it.

In the morning, you woke up to the loud echoing ring of your doorbell, and you walked over to it, opening up the door to see Chris standing outside it.

"Hey, Y/n, I wanna talk. I don't get what happened last night." He mutters softly, in an apologetic tone.

hey bitchessss, if you liked this comment and there may be a part two! ty for reading it!

@m0r94n s request!

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[yanderehsr]

HEY DOCC!!! So, I came up with an idea. How about Blade, Caelus, Kokichi (i'm a sucker for Kokichi) and Shuichi with an idol!reader who writes a special song for them?

Kokichi is literally my favorite Danganronpa character🥰, hope you'll enjoy

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour

Blade: He isn't really one for music, at least not happy and sappy music about happiness and fighting on. But he has to admit that hearing your voice has always helped him calm down, before he had ever even seen you his obsession began.

Even after having introduced himself to you, Blade never imagined you would sing a song about him.... he feels flattered, there is just one problem, so many bugs are listening in on this song clearly meant for him, he wants to deal with them, but he'll wait until you're done, he doesn't want you to stop singing just yet.

"You don't need an audience, I am all that you will need, your songs, your beauty and you, all of it is mine"

Caelus: Whenever he hears one of your songs he feels like he's just melting from it, he loves each and every one of them, in fact you could be screaming in falsetto and he would still think it was the sound of an angel.

So when Caelus listens to a song clearly about him, well he is shocked first of all, but said shock is replaced by joy soon after, the next time you meet him he will run up to you and hug you, a tight enough grip that you can't get away, this song just must mean that you love him, right?

"I loved it, thank you so much... uhm, would you mind singing it for me right now, I would really like to hear it in person"

Kokichi Ouma: This little shit doesn't like that you're an idol at all, sure it's fun to rile up your fans but he just can't stand everyone else gazing up at what is his, he will probably post toxic comments about you so you can come cry to him about it, not knowing it was he who sent them in the first place.

Kokichi likes to be the one in control, he likes to think he never blushes, but when he hears you sing a song that is so obviously about him and for him, well he turns as red as a tomato, oh his beloved is making him crazier than he already is, he can't wait to take you away from all these people, he will be the only one who gets to hear your lovely voice from then on.

"So my pretty songbird, say farewell to your fans cus this is the last time you'll see them... actually let's just go now, I can barely keep myself from killing them right now"

Shuichi Saihara: He's such a big stalker, he claims it's for your own safety, to protect you against any of your fans if they attack you, it could happen, he has seen it happen before, in reality he is just a creep who enjoys watching you every single second of every day.

Shuichi probably knows about the song before it is even released, he has installed so many cameras in your home that there is no way he couldn't see you write the song, he is very flattered, he even cries knowing you care about him so much, he has recorded each time you practice the song, he feels like an angel is singing to him, it's an addiction and he will never stop.

"I hope it goes well out there on scene, you sounded great practicing... H-how did I know you ask?... Uhm, see you later"

[quitealotofsodapop]

since in the Cicada Lily AU Macaque turns into a street cat to play with Bai He, was there a moment where she noticed that one of his eyes is gone and thinks that her cat friend is hurt and needs help (cause she's a little kid and doesn't understand that the injury is healed) so she just drags cat Macaque inside and tells her parents that the kitty is hurt and Macaque just kinda has to deal with being dragged around by the kid?

I imagine they probably take him to a vet or Sandy, and he has to get all the shots for strays and this is his first check up since he's been dead so he probably needs a few of them

referencing this post.

Oh gosh XD

Macaque does his best to play an "aloof but kind alley cat" (he's an actor deep down) so he can keep an eye on LBD's host, only to underestimate how much the little girl comes to adore him.

Bai He is like four when she tries to befriend the local alley cats around the resturant, most often getting swatted or hissed at or accidentally scaring the animals away (loud toddler = cats going "no thanks"). She gets really upset; cus why dont the kitties understand that she wants to be their friend?

Then she hears a deep "Meow?".

Standing at her feet is a long-tailed cat that looks like it's made of pure shadow. A single orange eye staring up at her with curiosity.

Bai He squeals so loudly that Macaque nearly jumps out of his glamour. She scoops the cat up, even with him being almost her size, and cuddles him like he's the best thing she's ever seen.

Macaque feels a sense of warmth at giving the child that was destined to be a demonic host a friend.

Then as she's looking over his features one-by-one ("Fluffy tail! Big paw beans!") the little girl makes a gasp!

And goes running inside the restaurant with her new friend in tow.

Bai He, sobbing: "Baba! Kitty hurt!!" Pigsy, busy cooking: "Huh?" *sees weird cat* "Oh!" Tang, leaning down: "How is he hurt, sweetie?" Bai He, inconsolable: *points at the cat's missing eye* Pigsy & Tang: *share a look* Pigsy: "Sweetheart, it looks like he was hurt a long time ago, but it got better." Tang: "Remember when your big brother scraped his knee really bad and it was under a bandage for a long time? And when the bandage came off, it left a little pale line? It's like that." Bai He, trying to understand: "Really???" Tang: "Yes really, bug." Bai He: "Oh." Pigsy, realising: "Wait, where did you find this cat?" Bai He: *points to the backdoor to the alley* Pigsy: "...Oh we are so getting that thing vaccinated. Probably has fleas or something." Macaque: *insulted growl!*

And cue them taking the weird alley cat (now named "Mr Moonlight" via Bai He) to the vet to get him all his shots. And Macaque having to play "nice kitty" the whole time, even as he's getting weighed, given his shots, and a flea bath. The topic of "fixing" comes up at some point but Macaque quickly glamours himself the tell-tale TNR scars to avoid further mutilation.

In the waiting room they run into Sandy, taking Mo in for his regular check-up. This leads to the old friends reuniting, and Bai He meeting her favorite uncle ever.

"Mr Moonlight" is very protective of Bai He, and spends a large amount of his day lazing around, watching tv (he enjoys joining Pigsy for "Cooking with Chang'e"), and slipping outside for his regular walks.

To everyone other than the noodle shop fam tho, Mac is far less accomodating...

One time Bai He got hassled by kids at the park, and Mr Moonlight seemingly appeared from the shadows and started screaming and scratching at her bullies like a tiger. He got many treats that night.

MK whines about his baby sister being allowed a pet, but his parents are firm that Mr Moonlight ultimately chose them. MK isn't alone for long however, as a large sunshine-orange bird takes a liking to him and becomes his frequent companion. MK names him "Mr Sunshine".

Gee, I wonder who that could be...

[shippingmyworld]

Do you have any more YouTuber AU ideas? (Cus I love them 🥹)

Youtuber!El Tigre & Youtuber!SpongeBob AU!!!

Danny post here; Jimmy & Timmy here

sorry anon i totally didn't save this ask as a draft and forget about it for a few weeks

Manny and Frida run a controversial prank channel with the most clickbait titles known to the internet. Their content ranges from standard pranks like egging or toilet-papering the houses of the local villains to overcomplicated heist-like plans that they spend 20 minutes hyping up things like breaking into Sartana’s house and stuffing her guitar full of exploding burritos. 

Frida starts coming up with most of their content with Manny being the yes man, but their popularity is really thanks to Manny overselling everything he does. They also live-stream like 90% of their content and upload the raw footage to a second channel pretty much the moment they are done filming.

They never read or respond to anything in the comment section, since every video generates a massive flame war between people that think Manny and Frida are the funniest duo on the planet and people chastising them for their reckless behavior. Honestly they’re really only uploading videos for themselves because they wanted to try and generate some extra money from the ad revenue and ended up just rolling with it. 

Their favorite content to make are things they title as ‘Social Experiment’ videos (but in reality it’s just how they’re trying to get away with all their tomfoolery). Their first experiment was when Frida pretended to be a really bad street performer while Manny heckles her. If nobody steps in to stop Manny after a few songs, he will ‘steal’ her guitar and see if anyone tries to actually stop him. 7/10 times though Frida's performances are so bad (she sing tone deaf on purpose, play wrong notes, etc.) that people actually cheered when Manny took the guitar.

The most popular video on their channel however was from when they faked a zombie outbreak at the mall during the holiday season. Manny ran screaming into the food court while Frida was clinging to his back, having pretended like she just took a massive bite out of his neck. They went over the top with the makeup and theatrics (there was fake blood and gore everywhere) and ended up accidentally triggering a stampede of panicked shoppers. 

The only reason they didn’t face any repercussions for that stunt was thanks to Frida pulling the “My dad is the Chief of Police” card. But the content creator side of Frida’s brain thought it would be really funny to film a “We spent the night in jail” video and so Frida swiped her dad’s keys later and they pretended that they actually did get arrested. 

After the zombie prank they had to dial it back a bit (or risk their parents pulling the plug on everything) and stuck to just pranking random people or small groups on the street. They start filming more ‘harmless’ stuff like sneaking up behind people on the phone and popping a balloon or pretending to be blind and ‘accidently’ hitting people in the shin with their walking stick. 

The ‘harmless’ stuff wasn’t doing the same kind of numbers as their previous videos and they needed cash (neither one of them has impulse control when it comes to the money they make), so they went back to their usual stuff of pranking the local villains (and occasionally other superheroes to mix it up). However, because they live-stream their stuff, most of the local villains are subscribed (with notifications turned on) and end up crashing Manny's stream if he's trying to break into their house.

SpongeBob’s content has absolutely no rhyme or reason to it. He basically treats his channel as a video diary. His content will range from multi-hour long ASMR-like videos titled “A Peaceful Stroll Through Jellyfish Fields” or “Frying Patties at the Krusty Krab for 8 hours” to videos of him stanning Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy with Patrick or rating snail food based on Gary’s reactions.

Everyone assumes that he’s just using a really high-quality motion-capture Vtuber model and that he’s committed to the roleplay of his Vtuber living in a fictional city called Bikini Bottom at the bottom of the ocean.

He also has several “Home Tour” videos of his pineapple and people are constantly trying to figure out the internal layout because the footage is always cut and edited to hell with so many stylized transitions it looks like a PowerPoint presentation. Anytime there’s footage of SpongeBob actually walking from one room to another people start to go crazy. He once did a livestream where he walked from the kitchen directly into the study and the live chat started freaking out because that door didn’t exist three months ago??? And if this leads to the study then where the hell is the door to the living room? People swear that the staircase to the second floor of SpongeBob’s house is alive and moves around every video. 

The comments section goes wild whenever Squidward makes an appearance. SpongeBob's followers absolutely LOVE him. No joke, there's fan merch and fan art of him out there. Chat's filled with stuff like #mood or ‘he’s just like me fr.' The funniest part is that Squidward has zero idea that his cult following even exists because he’s written it off as another one of SpongeBob and Patrik’s stupid antics. In fact, the first time he heard SpongeBob say the word 'Chat' Squidward told Mr. Krabs that there was a gas leak that needed to be fixed.

(Also Plankton is subscribed and immediately downloads every video that’s uploaded just in case there’s a hint of the Krabby Patty Formula in any of them.)

[whoisshel]

The Monster

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

word count: 3992

tw: swearing, talk about parental abuse

You and Nancy were still stuck in this weird place, running away from the monster. While you were running, you could hear Jonathan yelling for you, but he sounded muffled and so far away.

“Nancy! Y/N! Where are you?!”

Nancy and you yelled back, trying to figure out where he was. “Jonathan! Jonathan! We’re right here!”

You both continued to yell back and forth, not being able to find where the other was. Jonathan decided to stay put in one place and yell. “Just follow my voice! Nancy! Y/N! Just follow my voice!”

“Jonathan!” Nancy shouted again.

“Just follow my voice! I’m right here!” 

You and Nancy could start to tell where he might be, so you started running in his direction. You turned another corner, but standing right in front of you was the monster. Letting out a gasp and a small scream, Nancy grabbed your hand and took off running in the other direction. The two of you made it a good distance further and hid behind a tree, but as you were hiding, you could hear it walking behind you. 

“Nancy! Y/N! Follow my voice!” You heard to the left of you. Looking in that direction, you saw it was the tree with the hole in the bottom that you came through. Once the monster had growled in your direction again, you both took off running for it and quickly crawled through.

Nancy crawled through first, but the space had been smaller and harder to get through. You could only make it so far in being behind Nancy. Once Nancy made it through, you started to crawl further through; you didn’t make it too far before it had grabbed your ankle. You started screaming, you threw your hand through the other side of the hole and kicked your leg trying to get out of its grasp. A hand had grabbed you pulling you through, so you kicked your leg back as hard as you could and kicked it in the head, letting out a screech. You crawled through the rest of the way, falling into Jonathan’s arms before Nancy wrapped hers around both of you.

—-------------------

You drove behind Jonathan back to Nancy’s house, crying the whole way there. Parking in the Wheeler’s driveway instead of your own, you got out of your car and walked over to Jonathan’s where they were standing.

“Did you want to stay the night here?” Nancy asked both of you.

Jonathan said yes, but you shook your head looking down and answered, “I’m going to go stay at Eddie’s for a while, but do you mind if I take a shower first? I don’t really want to try and explain all of this.”

“Yeah, that’s no problem.” Nancy said, before you walked into her house and quickly past her parents. 

You took a shower first, scrubbing at your skin until it was raw and red as you tried to get every last bit of that place off of you. You got out and changed into clothes you had in your bag, then walked into Nancy’s.

“Alright, I’m done.” You said, once in the room. “Thanks again.”

“It’s no problem, really. Are you sure you don’t want to stay here?” Nancy asked again.

“No, but thank you.” 

“Okay, come here in the morning, so we can talk about our next step.” Nancy added on her way to the bathroom.

You were a bit scared for the next step and to be honest you didn’t know if you really wanted to do anymore after what you saw today, but nevertheless you nodded and mumbled a quiet “Okay.”

Once she was out of the room, Jonathan walked closer to you and pointed at your cheek. “When are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Nothing happened.” You shrugged, not really looking Jonathan in the eye. 

“You know you can talk to me about anything.” Jonathan reassured his friend, putting his hands on your shoulders.

You finally looked into Jonathan’s eyes, “I know, but really, it’s nothing.”

“Okay, fine, how’s the ankle?” Jonathan gave up trying to get it out of you as he put his hands down and took a step back.

You pulled up the pant of your left leg to show it to Jonathan. It was covered in bandages now, but it had been red and covered in cuts that were still bleeding through the gauze. “It hurts quite a bit, don’t know how I’ll explain that.”

“Will you be able to walk on it?” Jonathan winced, seeing the injury for the first time.

“Yeah I should be fine.” You replied nonchalantly, you didn’t want them to know how bad it actually hurt.

“Okay,” Jonathan could see past your façade knowing you so well, but he also knew that you wouldn’t want him to push it anymore; as seen by the conversation before. “Well, get to Eddie’s safely, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” 

You walked out to your car and drove to Eddie’s. This time you held in all your tears not wanting to cry anymore, but once you made it to Eddie’s and knocked on the door, the second he answered it all the tears came sobbing out.

“Hey, wh-what happened, what’s going on?” Eddie asked rapidly, wrapping his arms around you as you fell into him crying. After a few moments of you crying, Eddie needed answers, so he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you out of the hug asking you again why you were crying, but then he saw your cheek  where there was a cut and a bruise forming around it. “What happened to your face? Who did this?”

“Can I stay here for a while?” You asked through sobs, dodging the question.

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie quickly answered, “But you need to tell me what’s been going on?”

Sobbing harder, you made up an excuse and told him only part of what happened, “It’s my mom we’ve just been fighting really badly lately.”

“Your mom did this?” Eddie’s voice faltered slightly at the thought. You could only nod, letting Eddie pull you into a tight hug with one arm holding you by your shoulders and his other hand stroking through your hair trying to soothe you. Eddie felt devastated hearing what your mom had done, but also guilty that he didn’t get you out of there sooner and that you had to go through what he did when he was a kid.

—------------

You were back in the woods, it was dark and it looked like it was snowing, but instead of the snow falling to the ground, they were floating around you. You were running from something, everytime you looked back to see what it was all you saw was a tall creature that stood like a man, but he had no face. As you were running, you tripped on a twig falling flat onto the ground, you tried to scramble up but the thing chasing you grabbed your ankle and dragged you back. You were screaming as it dragged you, you twisted onto your back to face it. After a few seconds it stopped dragging you, it bent down hovering over top of you getting close to you then its face had opened and it screeched.

You woke up with a start, sitting up straightening and breathing heavily. Arms wrapped around you from behind and it sounded like someone was calling your name, but far away. You started streaming and struggling to get out of the arms, but they just held you tighter to their chest.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Eddie shouted, “You’re okay, Y/N! It’s just me!”

You had stopped moving, but kept breathing hard as you laid back into Eddie’s arms once you realized that it was him and that you were in Eddie’s bedroom.

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” Eddie mumbled into your hair.

After a couple seconds, you had calmed down and fallen back to sleep still in Eddie’s hold.

You woke up a few hours later to an empty bed and muffled voices coming from the hallway. You put on one of Eddie’s sweatshirts and walked out into the kitchen where Eddie and Wayne were talking in hushed voices, but stopped once they saw you come in.

Eddie walked over to you, handing you a mug filled with coffee and gaveyou a kiss on the head, “Good Morning princess, how are you today?”

“I’m alright.” You answered softly. They knew you were anything but alright; they weren’t going to make you talk about it anymore.

“Eddie told me what’s going on, and you can stay as long as you need to, alright kid?” Wayne said, from his spot leaning against the countertop, still in his work clothes from last night's shift.

“Okay, thank you.” You muttered, your lips on your mug to try and hide yourself. You haven't been this shy around them since you and Eddie started dating, but you felt scared from everything going on and slightly embarrassed from last night's freak out.

“Alright, you two behave, I’m going to shower and sleep before I have to go back to work.” Wayne slapped the counter lightly, before turning towards the bathroom.

Eddie walked closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and smiling down at you. “So, what do you want to do today?”

“Actually, I told Jonathan and Nancy that I'd hang out with them.” You stammered, feeling kind of bad that you were going to ditch him.

“Nancy, as in Nancy Wheeler?” Eddie’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Why are you hanging out with Nancy Wheeler?”

“Well, it’s not really hanging out, we’re working on a project together.” You lied once again to the one person you never wanted to lie to. You were starting to get good at it, making you feel like shit.

“Makes more sense.” Eddie nodded, thinking that he now understood. “I’ll drive you.”

“But my cars here.” You were now the one with the confused look.

Eddie pulled you in tighter, kissing you lips, “Yeah, but I’d feel better if I drove you.”

“Okay.” You smiled up at him, thinking his protectiveness was very cute. You stood on your toes to give him another kiss before stepping out of his arms. “Let me go get dressed and grab my bag.”

—----------

Eddie was driving you to the Wheeler’s house, both of you just sitting in comfortable silence as you listened to music. Eddie leaned over to turn the volume down, so you could talk. You turned to face Eddie as his eyes stayed on the road, glancing at you every once in awhile

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Eddie started, rubbing the back of his neck out of nervousness, “But, um, a couple days ago did you hear what I said in the cafeteria.”

Your eyebrows raised and eyes became slightly bigger, “No, I’m sorry. Was it something important?”

“No, no,” Eddie sighed relieved, “It was nothing at all. You know, just my usual crazy rambling.”

“Oh, okay.” You felt a little better, glad that you didn’t ignore anything important.

Eddie came to a stop outside of Nancy’s house. You leaned over, pecking Eddie’s cheek then grabbed your bag, opening the door and getting out of the car as you both said goodbye. Waving one last time at Eddie, you walked up to the front door and knocked a couple times.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you doing here?” Karen Wheeler asked, opening the door. She was slightly confused as to why you were here since you and Nancy haven’t hung out since you were in 5th grade.

“Nancy and I have a project for school.” You stated, not caring to lie to Nancy’s mom.

Karen opened the door wider to let the girl in saying, “She’s just up in her room and can you tell her to come grab some breakfast?”

“No problem, Mrs. Wheeler.” You quickly ran up the stairs and walked over to Nancy’s door. 

You knocked before hearing Nancy yell, “One second, Mom!”

“It’s me.” You said, lightly chuckling.

“Oh.” Is all you heard then the door unlocked and opened to Nancy.

Jonathan was sitting on Nancy’s bed with books laid out in front of him. Nancy walked back over to her bed and sat next to Jonathan. You sat in front of them and looked at the books that seemed to be about animals.

“So this thing is a predator, right?” Nancy asked, rhetorically.

“Right.” You and Jonathan replied back.

“And it seems to hunt at night, like a lion or a coyote.” Nancy continued, pulling out another book from her pile. “But it doesn’t hunt in packs like them. It’s always alone, like-like a bear. And remember at Steve’s when Barb cut herself? And then, last night, the deer...”

“-It was bleeding too.” Jonathan nodded along to everything Nancy was saying, but you sat there worried about what she was getting at.

Nancy pulled out another book, “sharks can detect blood in one part per million. That’s one drop of blood in a million, and they can smell it from a quarter mile away.”

“So you’re saying it can detect blood?” You asked, seeing what Nancy was saying.

Nancy sighed, “It’s just a theory.”

“We could test it.” Jonathan said, on the same path that Nancy is. “But if it works-”

“At least we know it’s coming.” Nancy interrupted 

The three of them jumped in shock as Nancy’s door handle started rattling, “Honey, come get some breakfast.”

“I’m getting dressed.” Nancy said, breathing a bit heavy from the scare.

“I made some blueberry pancakes, Y/N can have some if she’d like.”

“We’ll be down in a second.”

“Your mom doesn’t knock.” Jonathan joked after a couple seconds, you didn’t see them let go of each other's hands.

Both of them chuckled a little, but you stood up not looking happy as you started pacing in front of Nancy’s bed, limping a little from your hurt ankle. “So, you two are saying you want to attract that thing to us.”

“Yeah, maybe we could kill it.” Nancy stated, fully believing in her idea.

“Or maybe it could end up killing us.” You hissed, stopping your pacing to stare both of them down in disbelief that they want to bring the monster to them. “Were we not there in that place together? It had a face full of teeth and claws that tore up my ankle.”

“We’ll be ready.” Jonathan tried to reassure his friend.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nancy nodded along with him, “We’ll go to that army surplus store and grab what we need.

You started pacing again with your head down and shaking muttering to yourself, “Oh this is so stupid, beyond stupid. We’re totally going to end up getting ourselves killed.” You stopped once more in front of the two still sitting on the bed, narrowing your eyes at them with your head held high, “Alright, let’s go kill this motherfucker.”

—----------------

At the Army Surplus store, the three of you went down separate aisles to try and grab everything you needed as fast as you could. You were in the aisle behind Nancy looking at bandages and first-aid kit items that you would most likely need. When you were done picking up what you needed from that aisle, you walked down to where Nancy and Jonathan were standing in front of bear traps. You each turned to each other, silently agreeing on the same thing. 

After grabbing the bear traps, they walked to the registers and put everything on the counter. As Nancy was taking the stuff she grabbed out of the basket, the worker behind the counter looked at them extremely confused.

“And, uh, four boxes of the .38s.” Jonathan said, once Nancy was done getting everything on the counter.

The employee grabbed the cases of bullets and set them on the counter between them and asked, “What you kids doin’ with all of this?”

“Monster hunting.” Nancy answered after a moment. The guy just nodded and huffed in an understanding before checking them out.

As they walked back to Jonathan’s car with their hands full of everything they bought, Jonathan tried to hold back a laugh and looked over at you who was smirking a bit. “Monster hunting?”

“That was a good one Wheeler, didn’t know you had it in you.” You added as Jonathan opened the trunk of his car.

“You know last week…I was shopping for a top I thought Steve might like.” You hid the disgusted look that appeared on your face, by shoving the stuff in your hands into the trunk, confused on where she was going with this. “It took me and Barb all weekend. It seemed like life or death, you know? And… and now-”

“You’re shopping for bear traps with Jonathan Byers and Y/N Y/L.”

“Yeah.” Nancy sighed. 

Jonathan shut and locked his trunk, putting his keys in his pocket asking, “What’s the weirdest part, us or the bear traps?”

“You guys, definitely you two.” 

They all chuckled at that, you walked over to the door to the back seat leaning your arms on the top of the car looking at Jonathan and Nancy. “That is pretty fucking weird.”

The three of you were interrupted by a car driving by and honking at you. “Hey, Nance!” It was two of their classmates, the one shouting being Reed, a wannabe Steve. “Can’t wait to see your movie.”

“The hell was that?” Jonathan asked, as the two drove off laughing.

“I don’t know.” Nancy muttered, equally confused

“Who the fuck knows what those two barf bags are on about, or cares.” You tried to divert the two back to their original plan, knowing that whatever the two were on about wasn’t anything good. 

But that didn’t stop Nancy, as she turned around to where the theater was. Jonathan kept asking “What?” confused about the situation. Nancy then took off running, Jonathan calling after her, “Hey, where are you going?”

Jonathan followed her, while you still stood leaning against the car, dipping your head muttering. “Shit.”

You caught up to them, as they were standing in front of the theater that had been spray painted next to the movie title “All The Right Moves”  in big red letters, “Starring Nancy The Slut Wheeler”

“Jesus” Jonathan sighed, as the three of you stood staring at the words. Nancy was close to tears, looking around at all the people seeing the awful things written about her, when she heard a spray can hissing down the alley next to the theater. Jonathan yelled after her before following.

You looked around at all the people gawking, making eye contact with an old couple glaring like you three had anything to do with it. You glared right back at them and hissed, “The fuck you looking at?” 

The old people just gasped looking shocked before turning to walk away. You then walked over to the alley that Jonathan and Nancy disappeared down. Once getting there, you saw Steve, Tommy, and Carol down the alley with the addition of Nicole who is just another wannabe, that never will be in this town of boring people. 

Jonathan and you turn down the alley just in time to see Nancy slap Steve across the face so loud that it echoed, and everyone yelled out in surprise. 

“What is wrong with you?” Nancy shouts at Steve

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” Steve snaps back, getting a bit in Nancy’s face. He then takes a step back scoffing, “I was worried about you. I can’t believe I was actually worried about you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I wouldn’t lie if I were you.” Carol says, having to add her two cents into the conversation. “You wouldn’t want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?”

“You don’t have much room to call anyone a slut, Carol, do you?” You mock, once you and Jonathan made it up to the rest of the group. 

Noticing Jonathan was there too, Tommy announced his arrival, “Speak of the devil.”

“You came by last night?” Nancy now understood why this was all happening. 

“Ding, ding, ding, does she get a prize.”

“Shut up, Carol.” You rolled your eyes, really annoyed with all the side comments that she has to make. Carol just scoffed and glared at you as Tommy put his arm around her. 

“Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.”

“What, you just let him into your room to… study?”

“Or for another pervy photo session?” Tommy snarked, laughing with Carol and Nicole at his own joke.

“We were just-”

“You were just what?” Steve cut her off, stepping really close to Nancy as she stuttered to get anything out. “Finish the sentence.”

“Finish the sentence.” He slowly repeated now in her face, but Nancy didn’t know what to say since she couldn’t tell him the truth of what happened last night. “Go to hell, Nancy.”

Jonathan walked up to Nancy grabbing her arm to turn her around. “Come on, Nancy, let’s just leave.”

“You know what Byers, I’m actually kind of impressed.” Steve started walking quickly towards Jonathan, giving him a few shoves as he continued criticizing him. “I always took you for a queer, but I guess you’re just a little screw-up like your father. 

The three of you kept trying to walk away, but Steve kept following, not yet done harassing Jonathan. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, that house is full of screw-ups. You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw-ups in your family.”

Nancy tried to get Jonathan to not listen to Steve, noticing him get angrier by his words, while you were trying to get Steve to stop, but he just kept going. “I mean, your mom. I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother. I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, but the Byers, their family, it’s a disgrace to the entire-”

Jonathan finally cut him off with a punch to the face, knocking Steve over who only caught himself by some pipes. Steve then got back up, tackling Jonathan onto his car, then grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him to the ground and jumping on top of him to continue to try and beat him up.

“Stop, Steve!” Nancy pleaded. “Knock it off, you guys!”

Jonathan rolled on top as all the girls tried to get them to stop, while Tommy chanted for Steve to kick Jonathan’s ass. Steve kneed Jonathan in the side, knocking him off. Steve stood up trying to get away, but Jonathan just went after him again getting another punch in finally knocking Steve down. Tommy got in the middle of the two seeing his friend getting his ass whooped, but Steve got back up telling Tommy to move.

Jonathan went to punch him again, but Steve dodged it and punched Jonathan in the face. Jonathan just turned back around getting another punch at Steve, and another one that landed Steve to the ground. Jonathan got on top of Steve again repeatedly punching him when cop sirens were heard behind them.

“Cops, come on!” Tommy shouted, as Jonathan continued to punch Steve. Nancy, you and Tommy tried to get Jonathan off of Steve so they could all run, but Jonathn wouldn’t let up.

The cops came over, one of them grabbing Jonathan by the shoulders, but Jonathan just elbowed him in the face. “Oh! My nose!”

The other cop finally got a hold of Jonathan, dragging him off of Steve and pushing him onto Tommy’s car. Tommy grabbed Steve off the ground and the two ran off as one of the cops ran after them. Nancy and you stood there not knowing what to do as Jonathan was handcuffed.

[excusemejb]

Lamelo Ball imagine-

Summary: Naomi signs her little brother up for the big brother club, but is intrigued by her brother’s mentor.

"You're going to be fine" she reassured while fixing Nalo's collar. How did you fold your collar inside out? She thought to herself in pure confusion.

Looking back up she notices the anxious look on her brother's face. "Nalo they are going to love you, someone in there will be so excited to have you as a little brother okay"? He nods and straightens up.

"I'll be back in two hours and we'll go grab food at Inizio Pizza". "INIZIO PIZZA?!" Nalo squeals excitedly. "Only if you give this big brother thing a try" she said trying to persuade him.

"I should've known there was a catch" Nalo says as he walks into the building. "I love you too" Naomi says breathlessly from laughing.

He just turns around and smiles.

That's my boy.

•<3<3<3•

Lamelo sat on the bleachers as he mindlessly scrolls through twitter waiting for pairings to start. When he hears a small voice yell "That's too easy!".

He looks up to see a kid absolutely dominating the basketball court, obviously too talented for his competition. He posts a tweet and waits until they are done then he approached him.

"You was out there going crazy man!" Melo says as he puts his hand on the young boy's shoulder.

The kid turns around and his eyes widen. Melo smiles in amusement and says "what's your name?" "I'm Nalo Pierce" reaching his hand out to shake.

"Maybe I can teach you some moves." Melo scoffs "teach ME some moves?! okay show me something".

Nalo starts to dribble the ball while Melo lazily defends not taking him seriously. Which causes Nalo to go in for the layup. Melo laughs "Okay youngin, my ball".

Melo starts to dribble the ball up the court when Nalo comes in and steals the ball causing a turnover. He then runs to the three point line to bank in a three while doing his head tap celebration at Melo.

This kid is hilarious.

Melo does his high pitched scream while laughing hysterically. Nalo comes over smirking ready to tell him off but they are interrupted by the organizer.

"How's it going over here?" asked Brian. "Great, just getting to know my little brother" Melo says looking down smiling at Nalo. Nalo glanced down bashfully as Brian walks away.

"Little brother?" he asks. Melo's face contorts from confusion to realization when he blurts out "I just assumed you'd want to pair with me, if you don't it's fine it's really up to-". "I'd like that", Nalo says calmly.

Bro pulling my heart strings I don't like it.

Clearing his throat, Melo grabs the ball and says "1v1?".

"Are you sure you can handle it cus I gave you the business earlier" Nalo taunts.

"Mannn you got lucky, I wasn't even trying" Melo said as he kissed his teeth.

"Of course that's what happened" Nalo sarcastically says grabbing the ball from Melo getting into position.

What have I gotten myself into?

•<3<3<3•

Naomi rushes into the recreation center to pick up Nalo. Walking through the zig zags of the hall gets too confusing as she rushes past every door until she sees a gym.

She peeks through the glass to see Nalo and a man sitting on basketballs with their backs turned toward her. She gently opens the door and walks in slowly hoping to surprise her brother. As she approaches she picks up on their conversation.

"-yeah so now I'm in Charlotte like you, playing basketball, having fun, and I'm getting pizza later. Life's good you know what I mean?" She heard Nalo say.

The guy laughs before replying "yeah, I know what you mean".

"I know what you mean too" Naomi announces. Turning around quickly Nalo runs to her and gives her the biggest hug known to man. "You're late.." he says expecting an answer. "Sorry the meeting went a little longer than expected" she says turning her attention to the man waiting patiently.

"I really hope he wasn't too much trouble he can be a handful sometimes" Naomi says apologetically. "Oh not at all but he's quite the trash talker" Melo laughs.

"Oh don't get me started I already know" Naomi dismisses.

They share a laugh before shaking hands. "Naomi Pierce, the sister". "Lamelo Ball, the mentor".

Looking up at him she admires his features, his handsome features. The eyes. The smile. Those lips... Snapping out of her thoughts as his tongue licks his lips. "You're really tall" she said hoping he didn't see her checking him out.

"I'm a professional basketball player the height helps, I taught this one here all he knows" he said pointing to Nalo jokingly. "More like I taught you" Nalo said not even bothering to glance up from his phone.

Naomi and Melo burst out into laughter, as they sobered up Naomi says "It was nice meeting you Lamelo".

"It was nice meeting you too...very nice" not even trying to be subtle as he looks her up and down.

Oh he's bold.

Nalo daps him up and walks towards the exit. "The pizza isn't going to eat itself come on" he says impatiently.

"Okay okay I'm coming, impatient creature!". Naomi replies while speed walking towards the exit. Almost there she turns and waves goodbye to Melo. He waves back but her car alarm starts to blare the culprit being Nalo.

"If he doesn't show up to big brother's club one day don't wonder why" she says running out of the gym.

Melo laughs before shaking his head and turning around to put up shots.

[mica949]

Toppat Android!Charles lore Slight warning for robot violence!

Burt pretended he didn’t like Charles’s presence, but he caught him smiling every now and then. 

He was jumping back and forth between jobs, trying to find something in the clan that he would like to do for the foreseeable future. For now, he was working in intel and communications. Along with Burt, it was his job to send messages to the different divisions: the  ones who stayed on earth and ones who went up to the space station. 

It was actually pretty fun. He was learning code, leading how to encrypt messages so the government wouldn’t be able to read them. In fact, he was getting curious…

“Hey Burt.” He ignored the way the other sighed as he spoke up again. “How good are you at decoding stuff?”

Burt looked him up and down, then spoke in his usual monotone. “Pretty good. Only been doing this for about 20 years.”

Wow, 20 years? That was intense. But hey, boosted his chances. “Do you think you could decode my coding? And like, change stuff?”

Charles couldn’t read the expression on Burt’s face. “Would you… want that?”

“Oh yeah. There’s like, a lot of memories that are blocked off, and I know they put in an anti-Toppat coding cus my head keeps screaming at me. Stuff like that, y’know?” He shrugged his shoulders. 

“I probably could. I’ve done this kind of thing before.” Now it was Charles’s turn to raise an eyebrow. Burt ignored him though, reaching under a table and pulling out a series of cables. “What kind do you use? I got USB, USBC, parallel, all that stuff.” 

“Oh. Uh, USBC, I think.” He took his headphones off, feeling the small port behind his left ear. “Yeah, USBC.” 

After looking through the cables, Burt pulled out a long red cord and abruptly stuck it in the port. Charles was about to complain, but suddenly felt completely overwhelmed at how much information there was. The port allowed for a two sided link, and from his place in his chair Charles could feel the dormant mechanisms in the station, just waiting for orders. 

“Wow. That’s… intense.” It felt as though a crowd had its eyes on him, waiting for him to lead. He had to squeeze his eyes shut and send through the port go away, I’m not in charge here, just getting some adjustments, I’ll be out of your nonexistent hair soon.

Burt was silent, but Charles could hear clicking on the computer and feel his folders being opened and looked through. It was honestly kind of violating, but he was used to it. Just forced himself to take deeper breaths.

“They used the same encrypting for you that they use for their ‘top secret’ messages. What idiots.” Charles poked an eye open, seeing Burt look exhausted as he looked through his mind. “Who wrote this? Objective C is so outdated.”

“Well, I was made a long time ago. It’s probably just easier to keep it that way.”

“Still. You’d be able to run a lot faster on C++.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m so dumb.” He said with a chuckle.”

“…You’re not dumb.” Burt muttered. Honestly, Charles’s heart felt a bit warmed. “Oh, you’re right. They do have anti-toppat coding. Seriously, who programmed you? There’s so many if/elses in here. I could replace them with a switch and…”

Charles chuckled. He’d never seen Burt so passionate about anything. “Well. Just delete it. Or don’t, if that would break me.”

“Give me just a second.”

Oh man, the feeling of his coding being rewritten was always disorienting. He closed his eyes again, busying his hands with fiddling with a fancy studded band on his pointer finger. His first steal, and honestly it was good for destressing.

Huh. Oh wow. All that anxiety about Burt and Henry and Ellie just… disappeared. That was weird. “I’m assuming you did it, so, thanks.” 

Burt was silent. Charles could hear more clicking and scrolling, followed by some typing. Then a scoff. “The archiving system is so basic. You have no idea how much I want to rewrite all of this.”

Charles didn’t quite understand. It sounded complicated. “Can you just… get rid of it? Delete some stuff?” 

“I think if I just deleted this line, then…”

Oh. He remembered now. The others. The explosion. Back when he was pilot-delta-9.

Intel-alpha-2, who almost got decommissioned for stepping on the foot of a soldier who bullied Charles. Sol-beta-1, who acted tough but couldn’t fall asleep without a plushie as big as they were. Hell, around a hundred little robots who all looked forward to being on the front line once they passed training. 

Then one night, a siren sounded seconds before their building was filled with fire. 

He heard gunshots, people screaming either for help or to kill others who were still standing. Charles was trapped under rubble, holding the lifeless hand of his friend whose head was pierced through by a support beam. Water was beginning to fill the area, and he wasn’t quite waterproof yet. He held his head up as much as he could, trying to prevent it from getting in his hard drive. Despite not having a mouth, he remembered covering the area and hoping desperately that the person who found him would be a good guy. 

It was 2 days later, when the smoke had finally settled, that someone lifted the chunk of ceiling to find the two robots under it. 

That was when he was given his cozy jacket, to try and cheer him up as he passed the mangled hard drives of his friends. He knew that they’d locked those memories off to keep him from causing a fuss, but how did he just forget that? 

He didn’t realize he’d stopped breathing until a hand tapped his shoulder. He couldn’t help but flinch. 

“Are… you alright?”

Charles forced himself to start breathing again. Despite the thoughts that were running through his head, that Burt could surely read, he put on a forced smile. “I’ve been better? It was kinda intense. Don’t lock it up again though! I don’t want to forget…”

Burt nodded. “Go get a drink or something.” The cord was pulled out of his head, and Charles sighed in relief as he was just himself again. It felt like a chore to put his headphones back on and stand. 

He had a lot to think about. 

[plxnetyasaii]

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

[SOUL TIES]

warnings:none jus something random cus i haven't posted in a year lol sorry💀🙏🏾

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Once again for some reason you met his eyes in a crowed area and suddenly everything went quiet , its not like you ran into each other either.

He was driving by and you were walking your dog, and some how you still met you always meet. You take your dog and run back home not looking back scared he might’ve turned back.

You slam the door closed outta breath and you slowly sliding down the wall, you just sit there mind now full of him so you just think cus you and him both know…No matter how much you guys break it off you still find your way back to each other anyway.

Its like your souls are tied and no matter what you will forever come back to each other, and you know that because to you he feels like home, even just being under his gaze makes you feel warm no matter how toxic the situation-ship gets you still find yourselves in each others arms.

You wanted to fight back this feeling and just let him live his life not hit him up but you can’t resist your feelings for him for long, so you pick up your phone, scroll down to his contact, tap on it and type out

“Hey” you sent the message then threw your phone and start screaming kicking your legs. suddenly you flinch “HEY CAN YOU BE QUIET ” your roommate yelled from upstairs, you honestly for got she was home since her usual all back platforms didn’t trip you when you ran in the house.

*ding* your head turns to your far away phone screen, the screen reads *new message from [kazuu<3]* your whole face heats up and all these thoughts come into your head.

“Hey”

“I was uh thinking maybe we could meet up to talk”

“Ofc you know anything for you ma, ill come pick you up in 30”

“Okay”

And this is how you ended up talking with your ex. Under a bridge. in his car. at 2am.

“I thought you were serious this time”[k]

“I was don’t make me change my mind”[y/n]

“Alright alright geez… Im glad you did though”[k]

“Really?”[y/n]

“Yes, no girl even comes close to you”[k]

You look down at your feet and he uses his index finger and thumb to guide your face to meet his eyes he speaks “can I-“ “why’re you even asking kazu yes.” Before you mouth closed he came crashing into you it caught you by surprise but you’ve missed this warmness so you just close your eyes and enjoy it while it lasts. He slowly back out of the kiss to look you in your eyes as your heads bump a lil bit “wanna spend the night” he says nervously chuckling.

You violently shake your head up and down laughing at his same cute nervousness he’s had since you were kids, and now your driving back to his place dozing off while looking out the window and you look over at him with a small smile and see he’s smiling too. you lay your head against the window watching out at the buildings passing by and he rests his right hand on your thigh rubbing it in slow circles.

The end<3

[ravers8fantasy]

Punch out!! Characters if they did ghost hunting in some random scary abandoned manour ಠ_ಠ

its halloween szn!! They are in groups based on what circuit they are to cover more ground and chaos happens lawl I might make write a lil thing about this but who knows...

Sorry for any spelling mistakes!! I was rlly tired when I made this!!! also this is kinda alot of yapping so be warned....

minor circuit: third floor, 3 bedroom, 1 toilet, storage

von kaiser:

'Doesnt' believe in ghosts and says this idea is stupid (he is actually terrified of ghosts especially poltergeist's and wants to go home)

his flashlight ran out of battery at one point when he was by himself and he started running around and screaming for help

Because he kept saying ghosts didnt exist, he got into an argument with a very annoyed Disco kid

The team split because of it so it became Joe and disco on one side of the floor and hippo and kaiser on the other

He opened the door to a bedroom and heard a sound from somewhere underneath the bed. Bro screamed and fled for his life

Literally flinching at every single sound, he is starting to scare hippo because he literally looks like he is one scare away from a heart attack

Glass Joe:

Currently sitting in the 2nd bedroom on the floor after realising that the door's hinges had broken so he was stuck.

Brought a camera, ended up swapping it for the spirit box disco got from Piston who had gotten it from doc louis which, he found kinda odd

Got jumpscared by his own reflection in the bathroom next door, disco was laughing so hard at him

Then the shower turned on by itself with a loud hiss and they both ran out screaming thinking a ghost or demon was gonna idk tickle them or smth-

Disco was too scared to use the spirit box by himself in the dark in the 2nd bedroom so joe offered to do it

absolutely has no idea how to use a spirit box or what to say if it actually picks up a frequency

"bonjo- I mean, hello?...."

"............."

"uh.... Im joe.. I like bread do you?"

".........yes"

"oh! Well awh that's great mabye your not so scary-"

"....must run..joe."

".......o-oh merde why me"

Disco Kid:

"Joe take deep breaths okay- DEEP BREATHES JOE BREATH IN 1,2 AND OUT"

He helped plan this with Hondo and Sandman, Disco LOVES horror films, so he thought he was going to be a pro at this paranomal stuff

He kept yapping about how good he is at ghost hunting and basically just didnt stop talking

But when he realised Joe was stuck in the bedroom, he started freaking out and ran to find the others

Disco was excited to explore... Emphasise on WAS cus now bro is crying and screaming like zombie ghost Jason Voorhees is chasing him with an axe

Is using joe's camera as a flashlight but he keeps accidentally flashbanging himself in the face so now he is screaming in terror and pain bless

King hippo:

Bro is literally eating a packet of crisps whilst this is all going down he is unbothered af

Hippo doesnt get scared that easily so he was like the group's rock until the argument between disco and Kaiser

Got such a shock from the shower turning on thought that when he grabbed the sink it broke

hey its an old house of course its not going to be the most structurally intact😈 ...

Did NOT like the sight of the 1st bedroom, especially the doll which he swear's blinked at him

Hippo pointed out he could hear screaming from one end of the floor to kaiser, so they both quietly creeped their way and peeked around the corner....

It was just Disco, who told them what happened. Hippo managed to get the door unjammed by literally running into it so it flew off its hinges

They may of also released something else as well. Joe thinks he saw something pale dash into the darkness whilst they were walking away from the bedroom...

Major circuit: middle floor, living room, music room and master bedroom

Piston Hondo:

"OH SHIT THE PIANO WHERE'S MY SALT WHERE IS IT, DON WHERE DID YOU PUT IT."

Really wanted to go ghost hunting with the others despite his extreme paranoia and superstition

Has a note book, he writes down any thing paranormal which happen (he has also filled in a corner with doodles because he is getting more scared as the night goes on)

Since he is the fastest out of them, he often runs back and forth to check on the camera's in the corridor

Bro is running this place like its the military, he is making everyone (including Tigers clones) investigate

Thought he saw a ghost and yelped like he was being murdered... But it was just Don in the distance checking his toupee in a mirror

Bear hugger:

"do you think the ghost's dont like us invading their property?" - seconds before he fell deep asleep

Him and his emotional support squirel are NOT very happy to be here

Was keeping his cool, until he heard someone screaming and got a bit scared (very scared, he is very much scared)

Keep's jumping whenever the floorboards creak in the living room, he points out how the building isnt very structurally stable😈...

Following Piston around because unlike the other two, Piston seem's like he actually knows what he is doing (he doesnt, he is using his knowledge from TV)

Fell asleep in the piano room so he didnt notice the piano playing by itself lol

Great tiger:

"I think if the ghosts didnt want us here, they would of killed us already- THE PIANO IS PLAYING ITSELF YO"

He was so down to do some hunting, he even brought a sleeping bag because he thought they were gonna have a sleep over in the master bedroom

Started scrapping with a piece of loose wallpaper on the floor because he thought it was a ghost trying to get him

Used his clones to help, has one on the upper floor so he has a vauge idea of what happened with Joe

Also got jumpscared by his own clone whilst rounding a corner and it was just standing there (happened multiple times)

Heard the piano playing by itself and got so excited he was literally jumping up and down whilst the others freaked out

Don flamenco:

"OH MY GOD OH WE ARE GONNA DIE- THE PIANO ITS- NO ITS THE END- I WILL NEVER SEE MY CARMEN AGAIN"

Thinks a demon is lurking around every single corner on the floor

Bro is acting as if he is actually in a horror film, his ass is NOT helping look for any potential ghost's

Stopped by a mirror but swore he felt someone looking at him so he screamed like a fucking SOS SOS alarm and knocked the mirror over

Got so scared at one point he literally started crying, he doesnt even believe in ghost's as well

Eventually got the courage to go into the living room, but of course he had make it dramatic :

"hey Don, I dont think its a good idea to go in there, the floor was kinda weird pal.."

"no compañero, I MUST do this, I MUST get over my fear of the unknown"

"uh I think Bear is right Don come back to the corridor"

"listen Don, your are NOT the terminator"

"NO. I know im not... For I am THE Don flamenco, I do this for you my brothers, for the future... and for CARMEN MI-

Don then fell through the floor. And everyone started screaming. Womp womp dw he is fine it wasnt that much of a drop. None of them noticed a pale figure sneaking behind them though...

World circuit!!! : ground floor - parlour, kitchen, maid quarters and entrance

Aran Ryan:

Is more interested in what valuables the rooms are hiding than what ghosties are lurking because he knows he would fight a ghost if it appeared in front of him

Sandman asked if he brought anything useful and bro pulled out a ready to make molotov cocktail kit he had prepared

Hid inside a coat of armour and chased bull around until he fell over and got a nose bleed and some bruising

Says he got chased by something but, no one believes him because he also lied and said it wasnt him who chased bull around so-

Because of that he ended up getting told to "STAY TF IN THE PARLOUR ROOM" by Sandman, so now he is solitary confinement by himself and started to make the molotov cocktail

Was interupted when a very confused Don fell through the roof and landed on the sofa, followed by alot of screaming from the rest of the major circuit from above

Soda popinski:

Dude is unbothered af he just wants to drink juice fr

Well he was until he saw the pale ghost thing which chased Aran, now he just wants to leave

Got jumpscared by a stray tiger clone and split his juice, got mad and started trying to fight it

Laughed at bull getting chased by Aran in the armour, also laughed at macho when he screamed embarrassingly high after accidentally ringing the maids bell

Was NOT happy when he ran out of juice from stress drinking after hearing screaming from up stairs

Started running to check but because he is so tall he ran into the top of a door frame and fell back like slipping on a banana peel

Bald bull:

keeps telling everyone to shut up because everyone is just screaming now

Keep's knocking stuff over when investigating, thats pissing him off

Stressed af after Aran scared him with the armour stunt

I dont think his scream would be that bad it would kinda be like an "ARGGH"

He screamed like that when he saw the ghost at the end of the corridor and ran away screaming like he was actually going to die

Got into a massive argument with macho about the toilets, bull said he would wait for macho to finish but macho kept saying he is terrifyed and that something would get him

Super macho man:

Keeps posting about it on socials

"hey dudes!!! Totally wicked in here Aran wae 'grounded' by Sandy LOL"

"hey dudes!!! @.DonFlamenco just fell through the roof mega lolz!!"

"hey dudz !1 soda is unconscious. Not good not swag"

"ghosts are bogus ghosts arent real its all bogus right gang?????"

Doesnt believe in ghosts he kept saying its all a bunch of bogus

Was screaming bogus even whilst being chased by the pale ghost around the kitchen

Keeps screaming about everything. He literally saw bull walk out of a room and he started screaming

After he got chased by the ghost he genuinly thought he was going to get possesed by some demonic entity he was crying hysterical

At one point really needed to use the toilet and got into an argument with bull because he said he thought something was gonna grab his ass if he used the toilet so he wanted someone with him

Sandman:

Trying to keep himself together, but so much is going on around him he is now really jumpy and is ready to call it a night

Was trying to listen out for any strange sounds in the maid quarters, could only hear macho screaming

Also got chased by the ghost after he was seperated from the rest, was gonna fight it but realised how stupid that would be and look for him

Also ended up screaming at macho that no ghost was gonna grab his ass in the toilet and to just go in there by himself

So, so confused about everything, became even more confused after finding Don and Aran looking at the major league from the hole which Don fell through

Got everyone back outside somehow, by the end of the ghost hunt he was also pretty terrifyed by that old place

OKOK that was alot of yap holy moly but all done!!! Hope you enjoyed. (◍˃̶ᗜ˂̶◍)ﾉ”

*☼*―――――*☼*―――――*☼*―――――*☼*―

"so doc! Did I scare them?"

"well mac baby, I think you did more than just scare them..."

Ta da! Mac was the ghost all along😼 he wasnt allowed to go with them to investigate because of his age so Doc suggested he should play one massive prank on them instead (spirit box was actually a walkie talkie, mac had a costume, hid underneath beds etc) sorry if this was alot to read!! Sorryy!!!!

[chuuyanaurkahara]

this is literally so ugly but i have to get this out of my head or whatever.

uhhhh this is actually my first time describing in detail how the torture is done, so expect badly written gore lol

didn't check for grammar mistakes cus i'm so sleep deprived and it's about midnight or smth rn

Antagonist grinned and crossed his arms. "Wanna know where your little friend is?"

Azrael tensed slightly. It's a trap. This is definitely a fucking trap, don’t fall for it. "Where is Dani." God dammit. You fucking idiot. You stupid bastard, you just doomed us.

"Not telling~" the other grinned again. "But I can tell you one thing... They scream so beautifully~"

Stay calm. "What did you do to them." Azrael's turned the knife in his hand— a nervous habit he wished he could repress— over and over. Stop that. Don’t show weakness.

Antagonist stepped closer and circled around him. "Something we both know you would have eventually done, you psycho." No. Don't be what I think it is.

"Antagonist", he spat, failing to repress most of his emotions, "What. Did. You. Do."

It was quiet, except for the other’s constant pacing around Azrael.

Despite his whole head screaming at him to jump Antagonist and put him through the same thing he did years ago, Azrael stayed relatively calm.

"I think you already know." No. "And I must admit, their begging was quite wonderful." No. "They're still alive, don't worry. Though I'm not sure if anyone could live like this." No. No. No no no no no.

"Antagonist." The man stopped in his pacing and looked at him. "I challenge you to a fight. One weapon of choice and no magic. Winner gets to do whatever he wants with the loser's corpse. Do you accept."

The taller considered his offer. "Of course. Count of three?"

"Three."

"Two."

Azrael just stood there, knife in hand. It looked like he was bored. Antagonist didn’t move either. He didn’t trust himself to make the first move.

"One."

"Y'know, maybe I would have spared you if you left Dani out of this." One step forward. "But that's typical for you, isn’t it? Do you remember what happened that night?"

Step.

"If you didn’t scream for your siblings, I would have never known they even existed." Antagonist took a step back. "So on a technical level, their deaths are your fault."

Step.

"You killed them."

Step.

"You killed your oh so precious siblings. You and you alone." Antagonist took another step back.

"N-no. I didn't!"

Step.

"Is that so? Or is that the lie you feed yourself every morning?"

"I'll fucking kill you, shut up!" Got him. "I didn’t kill them! You did!" Antagonist lunged at the other.

Azrael side-stepped the attack easily and jammed his knife into the other’s side before quickly pulling it out, letting blood stain the floor.

"I'll- I'll fucking kill you!" Another attack that was side-stepped.

"And you know what I'll do?", Azrael asked. Not waiting for an answer, he continued, "I'll take your eyes—"

As Antagonist dashed towards him again, he harshly pulled the man's hair back and rammed his knife into one of Antagonist's eyes, forcing a bloodcurling scream to fill the whole dorm. Then he pushed the man away, giving him time to 'recover'.

Still as determined as before, Antagonist sprinted towards Azrael again. A second time he was caught int the murderer's hands. "—then I'll break your jaw and cut your tongue out—

Azrael put the knife into his own mouth, holding it, before prying Antagonist's mouth open with both of his bloody hands. The man felt like throwing up as some of his own blood trickled down his throat. For a while, Azrael didn’t do anything besides running his fingers along the other’s teeth. Azrael was enjoying this. Then he forced the other’s jaw to open wider. Further and further until it popped— and eventually— cracked. Antagonist would scream again, if it didn't hurt so much.

His ears were ringing and his head felt dizzy already. He didn't even know if he was still carrying the knife.

Then he felt something cold brush his tongue. He didn’t even register what happened until he got pushed away again, stumbling to the floor.

He could barely hear the footsteps that slowly got closer. Antagonist felt himself being lifted by his hair. It hurt, but that was nothing in comparison to his injuries.

"—and then i'll cut off your ears, so when you arrive in hell, blind, deaf and mutilated, everyone who'll look at you will know; This is him. This is the fool who thought he could best Azrael."

[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumpcember #15

Jason Todd - #15 - “You’re a monster”

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“Jason.”

Jason spun around. Batman stood there, Robin at his side. Jason’s heart sank at the expressions on their faces.

“I can explain,” he said.

“Look at your hands,” Batman snarled. 

Jason looked down at the blood coating his hands. None of it was his own.

He could not bear to turn around and look at the lifeless bodies he knew were behind him. He didn’t want to keep looking at his bloodied hands, but he couldn’t get himself to drag his gaze back up to Batman.

Batman took a menacing step forward. “I told you no more killing, Jason. I’ve told you that before. And here you are, murdering again.”

“They were dangerous!” Jason said, hating that mix of anger and desperation in his voice. Bruce always seemed to drag it out of him. “I was just protecting the city, Batman. They would’ve killed so many innocent people if they hadn’t been stopped.”

Another menacing step. Jason shot a look to Robin, but Tim made no moves to help him.

“I’ll leave,” Jason said tightly. He felt like a child again, withering under Bruce’s anger and disappointment in him. Always managing to screw up, no matter how many chances he was given. 

“Not this time,” Batman said, surprising him. He took the final step to bring him right up to Jason, gripping Jason’s jacket. “This time, I’m putting you in Arkham, where you should’ve been all along.”

Jason’s eyes widened. “What- you can’t do that!”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing. And if you try to run, the others are posted around Gotham to catch you. There is no escaping your consequences this time, Jason,” he said, his voice cold.

“Tim!” Jason said, trying to pry Batman’s fist from his jacket.

Tim continued to stay rooted to the spot. “No, Jason. He’s right. You deserve this. You always have. You’re no better than the Joker.”

Jason made a strangled noise in his throat. Had…Had Tim really always thought that? Had his other siblings?

Had Bruce?

“I won’t do it again. I’ll leave Gotham,” Jason said. “Bruce, you can’t put me in there.”

“I’m locking you in there and you’re never coming out. You’re too dangerous to,” Batman said, lifting the bloodied crowbar from Jason’s feet and flashing it in his face. “You’ve become the very threat I’ve always sworn to stop.”

“Bruce-” Jason tried.

“You’re a monster!” Batman yelled in his face, yanking his cowl off so Jason could see the full hatred and disgust in Bruce’s furious gaze. “You’ve always been a monster, and all I could ever try to do was tame it. But you’re killing people and it’s going to stop. I never should’ve taken you off the streets. You are the biggest regret in my life, Jason, and you are no son of mine.”

Jason could not help the despaired cry of pain that burst from him as he shoved at Bruce. Bruce wouldn’t let him go, just clung tighter and shook Jason, as if he could shake loose the evil that had festered in Jason over the years.

Because Jason was a monster, and he’d always known it. He’d only hoped that his family would never discover that truth. Or that, if they did, their love for him was greater than their disgust for his nature.

But now he was faced with the horrific reality that they had only tolerated him, never truly loved him. They’d always been wary of his nature. He’d failed Bruce, failed his siblings, failed everyone in his life and gotten more wrong than right his whole life. And now he was paying dearly for that.

He’d be locked away in Arkham, and he could tell by the expression on Bruce and Tim’s faces that they would not visit him. They had finally given up on him and finally disowned him.

“Please,” Jason whispered.

Bruce tightened his hold and pulled his free fist back, nothing but loathing in his eyes as he looked at the boy he’d taken in. “I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Jason screamed.

“Jason!” Bruce said, trying to restrain him as Jason screamed and pleaded and cowered. He struggled to get free of Bruce’s restraint.

“Batman, we need to get him back,” Tim said anxiously. “We’ve got to get him the cure for the fear toxin before he hurts himself.”

“Please,” Jason was pleading, tears in his eyes. “Bruce, please, don’t! Don’t send me there!”

“Come on, Jason,” Bruce said, trying to keep his voice light. “No one is hurting you. It’s just the fear toxin. We’re going to get it out of your system, but you need to stop fighting us.”

But Jason continued to struggle, crying out again. The despair in his voice broke Batman’s heart, and he could only imagine all too well what Jason was hallucinating based on the babbled pleads he was choking out.

Bruce couldn’t look at Tim as they wrestled Jason towards the exit. He didn’t want to see the judgment in his eyes.

“I know I’m a monster. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Jason was whispering.

Bruce closed his eyes briefly. He could not reassure Jason in his current state, and so he continued to force him towards the exit. But he knew, deep down, that even curing him of the fear toxin would never cure him of that ever-present underlying belief that he was not loved, was not worthy of it.

That underlying fear that Jason was just a monster like the man who had murdered him.

[btranwrites]

Deal

a Han Vu short a gay Lovecraftian urban fantasy/horror short story

In a bid to help an unexpected influx of patients, Han accepts an unusual request, not knowing the depths he’s signing up for. …He couldn’t remember the last time he did any of those; they all sounded theoretical to him now. His life was more artificially lit, chemically power-cleansed, with questionable contacts and company. What did he know of life untainted anymore? How much of what he did was healing, how much actually undiagnosed contamination? …All the enchanting words, smiles and winks and gentle laughter, served by a face that could make angels blush and a voice potent enough to make them beg to be fucked, all deployed with surgical, devastating precision, along with extensive legal power to cement and secure all grounds gained. …He wanted to laugh, he wanted to scream, it never left him, it never would. As long as he walked this path, the destination was inevitable. Who was he to challenge a fate penned by the stars?

Full story under the cut, or read on my website! (it has better formatting)

I.

[32://sewdoc/video/7963][opened]

Today, 10:02am

I can't believe that it can actually move on its own

They told me you can literally make anything and I'm a believer now

Can you make it like

squeeze and squirt stuff too

and make it warm

sorry my budget is maxed out tho

no

also make it fit this

[32://w0rmwh0l/photo/59]

You blocked @32:w0rmwh0l

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Today, 11:43am

Hi, are we proceeding with this project?

It's an interesting brief with reasonable costing and I have plenty of experience creating artificial motorised limbs.

You can check out this recent delivery [here][112://sewdoc/post/8011], may be of interest to you.

Sorry but I changed my mind.

Right. Let me know if you're interested again.

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Today, 1:29pm

Perfect! When can you start?

Great! If you can make a 20% deposit I can start the work straight away

I'll make the deposit upon receipt of the product.

The listing explicitly says deposit is required before start of work

And I'd said so when we started talking

@754:mill_fort_ blocked you

We can negotiate a lower amount if it helps?

Message not delivered

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Today, 1:32pm

We need to run the numbers

no

You blocked @local:simon

You unblocked @local:simon

wait hey simon

sorry

crossed wires

ok im coming

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Han slid close the curtain on the two cots set up against one perpetually stained wall in his office, gently making his way back to the desk from the sleeping teenagers. Simon had spread some unthreatening sheets on the desk next to his computer, white brows resting unstressed on his forehead, wrinkles uncreased, fingers pecking at the calculator at a stable pace. It couldn't be that bad.

"We have two more weeks before our funds run out," Simon said before Han could set his damn ass down on the chair, which creaked with violence. He managed not to fall on his face.

"What do you want me to do, Simon? Turn them away? The entire point of this Clinic is to do exactly not that!"

Simon turned a page, unperturbed. "We have two more weeks before our funds run out."

"The psychologist is helping out! With her on board along with Max, the sewers are actually turning into quite a healing place, don't you think? Can you imagine if influencers knew about this? Come ye and find restoration in this wretched place! See the forsaken dark beneath the city where–"

"Uh huh. Yep. Sure. We have two more weeks before our funds run out. Ok you better have got my point so I can stop repeating myself. And what else did you tell me just this morning?"

Han thudded his head against the desk. "That only more people are coming seeking treatment from the fallout at the forge."

Silence. He sneaked an eye at the old man, whose brows raised, expectant.

He rolled his eyes. "And since we have not a clue on why and how they're broken the way they are, the culprit is unsolved and they won't stop coming for the foreseeable future."

Simon nodded. "Good boy."

He leaned back in his chair and yelled at the ceiling, "FUCK CLIENTS!!!", only to remember the sleeping children and shut up. He mumbled instead. "The ones I want don't want me, and the ones after me need thorough spiking then thrown to the mud."

Simon stood up, patting his shoulders, and offered Han a pitiful sigh. "We have two more weeks before our funds run out." He scooped up the sheets and the calculator, leaving Han alone in his office with the children he must have woken up, who were too well-mannered to comment on his outburst.

He glared at the computer. To his utter frustration, it sat innocently and didn't do anything to him.

Deflated and defeated, Han nudged it awake, and sludged himself back onto the Market.

II.

Today, 01:08am

Hello, Sewer Doctor. Your reputation precedes you, and from your gallery, and having personally verified a few of your testimonials, I believe you can assist me with a discrete and extensive project. It involves artificial human organs.

For confidentiality, I prefer to discuss details for such matters in person and in a secure, trusted location. I understand that this is asking a lot from you, as it can potentially compromise your identity, nor have you any basis to trust me.

As an expedited effort on my part to smooth out these obstacles, please accept this gesture of goodwill, no strings attached.

[301://Wander/transaction/1][opened]

Should this be sufficient to pique your interest, please let me know. I look forward to us commencing business.

Today, 09:24am

You accepted connection request from @301:Wander

~~~

The square wasn't that big, though still enough to frame a central water fountain, should someone with photographic inclinations decide to take a snap. Han sat on a table for two by himself and an empty cup of black coffee, flicking through a thin book on biofluid dynamics, his head not registering anything. There were a few other stragglers at other tables in the coffee shop with their drinks and bagels, and the square was busy enough.

Han left the sewers from time to time, though never to sit somewhere and just… be. A day out on the beach? Picnics? Hiking? He couldn't remember the last time he did any of those; they all sounded theoretical to him now. His life was more artificially lit, chemically power-cleansed, with questionable contacts and company. What did he know of life untainted anymore? How much of what he did was healing, how much actually undiagnosed contamination?

It was nice enough every now and then, these occasional sunlight hours. If not as participant, then a spectator. A distant witness.

He almost missed the sleek black limousine that slithered up to the sidewalk on the edge of the square, almost a hundred metres away. A man clad in a black suit, with matching tie and shades, walked out of the driver's seat and stopped in front of the passenger's door. His arms crossed, holding against his chest a vanilla envelope with a red marking on it.

Han kept flicking through his book. The man in black stood where he was.

He gathered his things and stood, blending into the crowd, closing the distance. The marking on the envelope read simply, 'W.'

Han approached the man, who made eye contact with him, but stood still exactly as he was. About ten metres away, Han stopped, and got out from his coat a vanilla envelope of his own, on which he wrote with a red marker, 'SD.'

Han took out the single sheet of paper inside his envelope, as the man in black did the same. They revealed to each other the same printed screenshot of the conversation he had with @301:Wander, except from the other person's view.

Seemingly satisfied, the man in black did a slight nod. "Afternoon, Doctor." He folded the sheet back into the 'W' envelope, but not before taking out a smaller piece of paper, and handed both to Han.

Han took the envelope, offering his, which the man in black took and slipped inside his vest, who stepped aside and opened the limousine's door.

The smaller piece of paper was a Market cheque, bearing the same amount as the 'goodwill' 'greeting' transaction.

Each was as much as he could make with a dozen sales.

Fucking rich bastards.

Han got in the car. Worst-case scenario, he could trash this entire fancy-ass of a show-off vehicle with literal extraterrestrial mud.

~~~

Han was driven through the streets, which were getting busier closer to rush hours, and thinning out as they got to the outskirts of Payne Town.

Han saw wild, tall trees, a façade obscuring elaborate mansion after mansion, all with expansive, designed lawns, their muted, tastefully simple architecture shouted the same statement their size did of their owners' place in the City. Fucking rich bastards.

Han got out of the limousine, where the man in black whose name still wasn't given to him stood once again with arms crossed, next to a similarly mute limousine door, instructed him to just take the path to the front of one of those mansions. Through the gated fences, marble whites mixed with manicured hedge greens, both blurred together as he walked on stone and grass, a little intimidated, to yet another door made of black wood and intricate gold details, a substantial metallic knocker in the middle.

Han reached for the knocker and thudded it against the final barrier to this lair unknown.

Han waited as seconds passed, not sure what to expect.

Han tried his best not to bolt when his past greeted him, his mind a spiral cursing at itself for not placing the name that screamed at him from the Market chat.

Marcus Wander stood on the other side of the threshold, framed central to the black and golden gateway, looking just as surprised.

Marcus Anthony Wander, former chief financial officer of Payne Town Medical Centre of Excellence, or just Payne Town New Hospital for everyday peasants.

Marc, his former lover.

III.

"So this is what you've been up to since you left the hospital and vanished off the face of the earth."

Marc was pouring steaming, dark tea off a stainless steel pot with a fucking lit LCD on it, from a somehow wireless base set on a marbled counter devoid of anything else other than tea bags and coffee packets, sorted into two wooden racks. The room itself was just as sparsely furnished, though Han suspected it was more from upper-class taste than affordability. There was a sofa set as big as four beds, no doubt genuine and premium leather, a TV he could fucking jump into, almost a wall of hardcover books, some fucking glinted, while sculptures, paintings, and exotic plants lined the rest of the space.

This space alone could house and finance entire families, or provide care for so, so many people.

But then again, it must have paid real well, all the loopholes and obscure gotchas the peasantry was defenceless against. The web of wealth and power Marc danced and strung better than the spiders that wove it. All the enchanting words, smiles and winks and gentle laughter, served by a face that could make angels blush and a voice potent enough to make them beg to be fucked, all deployed with surgical, devastating precision, along with extensive legal power to cement and secure all grounds gained.

Marcus Anthony Wander chiefed the financial battlefields without rival and without mercy, and those on top now were there simply because the man allowed it, or fortunate enough for him to deem unworthy of subjugation.

Though… it got Han here, didn't it?

"Yeah, it's not too bad," Han said. Marc set a cup of black tea in front of him, and settled on a seat a few paces to his right. "Kinda difficult at times, but I'm doing what I believe in. Yourself? Bought any conglomerates lately?"

Marc laughed. "Ah, one or two, maybe. You kept tabs on me, huh? I was still at the Hospital when you left, no portfolio then."

Han frowned. Marc went on unfazed. "Yeah, business's good, some are working on some really interesting tech that makes good money. I'm kinda retired these days, though. Travelling, taking up fencing again, you know, just enjoying life. It's not too bad."

Han reached for the cup of tea and took a sip. He didn't drink tea anymore, having switched to long black years and years ago, after he left the hospital and started the Clinic. But before that, he loved oolong. It was flavourful yet light, sufficient for college times.

Marc hated it.

Game pieces were already being laid around him.

He put down the cup of tea and put on a smile. Customer service smile, Samantha called it. "That's good to hear, Marc, happy that life is good for you. Now let's get onto business."

Marc leaned back in his seat. "To be honest, I did not expect the Sewer Doctor to be you, but in hindsight, it makes sense, given your skills."

"What do you want, Marc? You said artificial organs. You planning to farm them or something?"

The man reached for the coffee table before them and dragged out from the table leg a small drawer thin enough for just a folder or two, engineered for that single purpose. Marc retrieved, indeed, a clear folder from the compartment, then closed it, sliding the document over to Han. He picked it up.

It listed the bank details of dozens of accounts and stock portfolios, along with their balances and linking details to the Market. They had enough zeroes to run the Clinic for years.

Christ, he needed to punch something. "I get that you're richer than God, but what's your point?"

"These are the funds available for your use to deliver what I want you to do. Once that's done and I deem the results satisfactory, you're entitled to all remaining amounts. I trust your credibility to not cheap out, that you will use the best materials available as required."

He blinked.

And with a deep, wary breath, "and what exactly do you need me to do?"

Marc looked uncertain. It was a rare sight. In fact, Han couldn't remember Marc looking anything but certain.

"Can I trust you?"

Han laughed. "Dude. You have my identity on the Market, my fingerprint on the envelope, and more than enough dirt and money on me to lawyer my ass into jail forever."

"You didn't answer my question."

He clenched his jaws. "It makes no business sense to rat out your own customer when the entire platform relies on confidentiality."

"You still didn't answer my question."

"Our history cannot afford that."

Marc opened his mouth, but closed it. "Very well. I want a body restored."

It was a flash of devastation, a gliding of great beasts beneath false waters. It was the way Marc stood and walked away, the "follow me" a mere ghost whose veneer of bravado was collapsing. It's not too bad, he said.

Oh no.

IV.

He followed Marc into a climate controlled room in the basement. It was a clean, brightly lit though windowless bedroom, with mostly modern décor except for an older bookshelf.

At the centre of the room was a plain double bed, and a single body laid on it. Han thought body, yet it looked like a naked man sleeping.

It was Cameron. Marc's husband, who died in an occult incident with his innards harvested and his head destroyed. The head that Han reconstructed. Something he offered to do when he learned the news from Maxine, who ran the city's funeral home. A secret gift for Marc. The least he could do, he thought. After all, they loved each other once.

He stayed calm. He knew how to act so. "So, this is the body."

Marc looked transfixed on the body, moving in closer. He brushed the back of his fingers against a thigh, featherlight. "Yes. This is Cam. My husband. He passed away a few months back."

Han inched closer to the bed. The body… was pale. Purple, but hard to see so under the bright lights.

Marc was sitting on the bed, fingers tracing the head's cheeks. "I just… I want him whole. Not whatever's stuffing inside."

There were the stitches, where he pasted the face together, and the base of the neck, though Maxine did a superb job.

"I want him buried with perfect organs."

Even so, it was months ago. This should not be here. It should not be in this state. It should have decayed a lot more, a lot worse.

"Make him whole, for my sake."

"Marc," Han said finally. "Organs stay with the body after embalming."

"And?"

Han said nothing.

"You know how he died, don't you? Han, did you have something to do with this?"

He took a deep breath. It smelled clean. No. Sanitised. "I helped Maxine rebuild the body."

Marc looked at him, a wordless eternity. Then he turned back to Cameron, fingers ghosting over dead lips. "Thank you."

"Marc, what's going on? I'm sorry, but… the funeral was almost half a year ago. The body… shouldn't be… here. Or… look like this."

Han was on the other side of the bed now, across from Marc, who was cradling Cam in his lap. He extended a tentative finger, and touched the body.

It was warm.

He immediately went for the wrist.

A pulse.

There wasn't a heart. The veins themselves fucking boiled away somehow. There physically could not be a pulse.

"Marc," Han said, not bothering to hide his panic anymore. "What's going on?"

"A miracle, is it not?" Marc laughed, though it was a wet, broken sound. "He's coming back. He's coming back to me, and everything will be right again."

Han felt like his head was going to burst. In the years since he had left the city surface for a life underground, he had seen things, worked with things, and knew things that should not be did, in fact, be. They walked among the ordinary, and those with eyes to see knew what was thought impossible was so simply because of limits, be it vision or power. Hell, Han was one of them. Who was he to say death was the end?

"We had been through so much," Marc said, not a man crowned at the summit of the world, but a soul drowning in the embrace of the dead. "We've got here together. This is just another obstacle, one we will overcome, like we've always done."

"How long… how long has he been like this?"

Marc frowned, looking like he struggled. "It… it's been a few months. I think. Han, you're the only one I can find who can help me. No one would believe me. Please, help me. Help us. I know you and me, we did not end on the best of terms, and I swear I will make up for all the ways I wronged you, I just… please, Han. You of all people know what it's like to help through the end, to not give up. I… I know it's him. I just know it, he's just over the threshold, and just needs a little push to come over."

It was the inflection, the way the vibrations left Marc's throat, how it croaked, steeped in naked desperation, but oh.

How it smelled of mud and blood.

How it pulsed with unlife, how it called, beckoned, pulled, from nowhere, everywhere, within, without, glaring suns and squirming galaxies.

Han pierced the Mist and looked beyond.

A maelstrom swirled at the heart of a suspended expanse, clotted with miscarried stars consuming the planets they birthed, only to excrete them again. A cosmic spine of bleeding starlight lanced through the spiral, impossibly broken yet struggling with unyielding life, the mercy of release beyond reach.

A figure, headless and hollowed out, standing just behind the bed, a single skinned hand pressing forward, against the stretching membrane of spacetime itself, thick, but translucent, threaded through with blood beating to a heart unseen and should not be.

His hands, Han looked down, each fingertip a surgical blade.

And oh, how clean the cut would be. The completion it would bring about. The perfection it would bring forth. The honour of sacred delivery.

"Do you see him?" Marc asked, bloodshot eyes wide, his face a ruin of tears and snot. "Is he here?"

Han shook his head, his insides a mess. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to scream, it never left him, it never would. As long as he walked this path, the destination was inevitable. Who was he to challenge a fate penned by the stars?

But this wasn't the time for himself. It never was time for himself. He managed to say, "it's not Cameron, Marc."

His brows furrowed with such innocence, Han wanted to cry. "Who else could it be?"

He had to bring him away from this. "Marc. I created that head. I swear to any god that will hear, there is nothing of life in there, nothing but complete artifice. Think, Marc. Use your fucking head," he grabbed the broken man by the shoulders, who for once looked afraid. He pressed on. God, please let this work. "What twisted humanity can live literally without a brain? Without food, water, for months? Marc, think! It's not a human, I can tell you that!"

Han held Marc's face. "If you trust me enough to bring me here, then please, trust me when I say nothing good stands beyond that threshold. It is not Cameron. It will not be a fate he wants, for himself, or for you."

Confusion fled, chased away by anger. "You don't know me. You don't know us. He just needs a functioning body, that's it! It must be it! We don't give up on us, nothing could stand in our path, and it's not any different now."

"Marc, fucking listen to yourself! Death is not something you defeat! He is gone, okay? You… you need help, to process grief, to mourn him and let him go, not pursuing this… transgression. I know someone, okay, she can–"

Marc's face hardened. "Transgression? Is this what this is? You're scared you're defiling some… sanctity?"

No, Han wanted to say. That he was not scared of what lurked beyond. But that would be a pitiful lie.

Marc's eyes glinted, sharpening like a bird of prey. A lifetime ago, those eyes shone with the fire of conquest, a brightness exclusive to the undefeated that had Han both in fingertips and on eggshells as Marc pleased. Now, it was a dullness that writhed, a shimmer beyond desert haze that could not tell salvation from mirage.

"You, always the idealist. Spouting principles and preening virtues and leaving ME behind, never of any fucking use. You don't know what it's like to fight, to claim. To rule. You don't understand. None of you ever fucking did.

"But he does. God, he did. And I will tear down this planet so he will again."

Han held his shaking hands still, but that was a fight he lost long ago. "I'm sorry. I'm not helping." He said, and fled the mansion.

V.

The limousine returned to the fountain square. It was around 11PM, and no other soul graced the space, as he deserved.

Han closed the car door and was more than ready to run back to the sewers, but the driver called after him.

"Sir, Mr. Wander has a message for you." He handed Han another envelope, and left.

Alone in the square, with only the oppressive gaze from the stars above for company, he violated the vanilla enclosure. The white cheque within was nowhere near the full amount, but still substantial enough to run the Clinic for a few months at least.

Its back said simply, in clean cut red, "when you're ready, you will."

~~~

I'll be there at 4PM.

Today, 11:39PM

You accepted external transaction 2 from @301:Wander

[charmwisp]

Despite the convincing act of calm, the string of questions that followed cued Rika into the fact that this person was still panicking deep down. In her line of work, she needed to be good at looking for even the most subtle shift's in a person's body language. But it was just a guess. Maybe Rika had gotten all wrong. Maybe she was even projecting all of her own nerves onto somebody else. She didn't mind that idea, really. Treating the sense of dread taking form in the pit of her gut as something completely separate and disconnected from the rest of her was making it a little easier to see things clearly. "I doubt it has anything to do with the party," said Rika. "At least not this party specifically. There's a lot of people here." Although she was thinking aloud, Rika still trying to keep her voice to a lower volume. She'd be the first to admit she had no clue what was going on but she didn't want anyone to overhear her postulating, just in case it drew negative attention to her. (She'd caught wind of rumours about the note found with that girl's body; This one knew too much.) Still, Rika was just wittering on because it was the only thing she could manage to do. It was all nerves. Keep talking and you don't have to let reality sink in. "As for who, I'm sure the answer to that is in the riddle. And, well..." She hesitated here. "Maybe they don't want us to know. If they did, they wouldn't have gone with a confusing riddle." Sho had always said this town had a reputation for mystery. Rika just had know idea how deep that truth would run. There were things happening here that she had no hope of ever understanding, likely something that ran beyond the vastest stretches of her imagination.

Rika tried to slip away from the crowd, gesturing for the other person to follow along and holding up her phone as an answer to that particular question. A phone screen in a dark room was bright and she was still trying to avoid pulling any eyes her way. The change in pace had confused her a little, the way this person had moved so quickly from asking her to help save everyone to looking for a quick getaway but, if nothing else, Rika agreed that the emergency services was the best option for now. Even so, she sympathised. This stranger was obviously very attached to her child and the bravery of an adrenaline rush often wore off quick. Rika turned the phone and immediately dimmed the brightness but was dismayed to find that she only had a couple bars of signal. "Is there a window around I could rea—"

She was interrupted by a horrible grating sound. The screech of metal against metal. The crunch of plastic falling apart. The huge skeleton in the centre of the room looked as though it were collapsing, as if it had previously been held together by some dark magic and was now left as nothing but a husk. The arm hit the ground with a shuddering thud, a thundering BANG!, shaking the room so hard that Rika lost all grip on her phone. It skidded across the floor, the various charms attached rattling and jingling as it went, and was lost in the new wave of panic. Screams broke out across the room but Rika couldn't see a thing. What had happened over there? Had someone gotten hurt? She wanted to cry, she needed to scream, but her mind wouldn't stop long enough to let any of it happen. They needed to reach the outside world somehow, even if only by voice. She'd read enough locked room murder mysteries to figure that much out. Here, Rika turned to the distressed mother and gasped, "My phone. It's gone. Do you have anything we could use?"

As the stranger continued to speak, their attempts in reeling Rhodes back into reality are futile. Though the mother could sense the genuine concern and compassion in their words, all that mattered was getting out safely and going home to her family. It was stupid of her to take a night off. This outburst was proof of that. The cruel intentions of Anchorage, Alaska never slept and Halloween didn't hold exception.

She agrees only in words, intentions still brimming at the core of her chest. Thankfully she’s a good liar- a filthy habit taught by the Iversons in her blood. "You're right," Rhodes responded, her voice steady and calm, despite the turmoil spiking her nerves. She only hoped that the other’s assessment was weightless; she wanted to believe that this was just a random act of chaos- that things got too far out of hand, and it was a party trick gone wrong. If there was purpose behind it all, a motive eluded her– unless this was tied into Willow, which made the situation all the more sinister. Her stomach begins to twist in knots in fear of what could happen and those thoughts alone sent a fever chill up her spine. “You think they’re targeting something or someone specific. But... who, and for what purpose?" Rhodes' attention flitted across the room, taking in the surroundings with a discerning eye, “And what does any of this have to do with the party?” She wasn't accustomed to immersing herself in mysteries, to being a player in a narrative so steeped in clues and hidden motives. Her heart ached for the simple, comforting embrace of her daughter, Goldie. The desire to be at her side, to shield her from this inexplicable chaos, tugged at Rhodes' every thought. "I don't think I want to stick around for any of this. It's better if we call for help and sit it out, right? Do you have a phone we could use to call emergency services?"