#FREIND FRAMED YOU

[seastarryclouds]

Curly I’m so sorry Curly, the fandom doesn’t get your complexity and doesn’t bother to read into your dialogue with jambo cause they are too hung up on dead pixel im sooooo sorry Curly that this fandom doesn’t realize that it’s normal for a human being to shut down after being fucking berated by his long time friend and not knowing what to do in such a stressful situation I’m sooooooooooo soooooorrrrrryyyyyyy that they make you out to be some guy that shrugged his shoulders and said “that’s rough” to Anya, I’m SOOOO SORRY THAT THIS FANDOM HARPS ABOUT NUANCE AND SUBTLE STUFF IN THE DIALOGUE BUT CANT PICK UP THAT CURLY WAS SHUTTING DOWN FROM STRESS IN THE FINAL MOMENTS BEFORE THE CRASH AND ITS COMPLETELY NORMAL THAT HE THOUGHT HIS BEST FRIEND FROM CHILD HOOD COULD NEVER BE SO BAT SHIT INSANE TO CRASH THIS SHIP

“Curly did nothing to help Anya!!1!!1!” DID YOU WANT HIM TO KILL HIM???? TRY AND IMPRISON HIM AND THEN HAVE EVERYONES PAY DOCKED??? WHEN THEY ARE ALREADY FIRED ON TOP OF THAT????

Jimmy is an ultimate betrayer because not only did he hurt what I assume was a random person turned coworker, but he betrayed a life long friend and doomed him to lose his limbs and skin.

Curly is not fucking turning a blind eye to Jim, he was trying to find a way to keep everything on the ship from falling apart while keeping everyone safe, while not having enough time or resources to successfully do so. Thus he was punished.

[amaramizuki666]

I have been pulled from the depths of my hibernation by this post. And now y'all should know my drill. I'm making this DP x DC baby.

Anyway

_________

Tim opened his door to see what looked to be a underweight preteen. The boy looked to be the personification of a wet cat. "Do you need something kid?" Tim's asks and leans aginst the door frame. Tim raked his eyes across the kid, he had ice blue eyes and black hair 'he looks like adoption bait'.

"I know what you are" the kid says. Tim raises a brow 'is this kid with the paparazzi or something?'. Tim tilts his head and tired smile on his lips "oh, Do you now?".

The kid with an all to serious expression lifts up a photo... of him.... as Red Robin climbing into his apartments window 'well fuck'.

Tim grabbed the kid by the wrist and pulled him into his apartment "so what do you want?" Tim asks cearfully, grabbing his coffee mug and nursing it as he stared the kid down.

Tim dosnt want to come off as threatening, but he won't just let the bratt expose him. "So you are Red Robin?" The kid says, not in a way that makes him seem unsure of himself, but like in the way he wants to hear it from Tim's lips.

"You can't prove it" Tim says calmly sipping his coffee. Tim knows he basically just conformed it, but he could tell the kid already knew.

The little shit gave Tim a wide smirk and pulled a manila folder, out of... somewhere? And hands it to him. Tim takes it, sets down his coffee, and opens it. Inside are a few dozen pictures of Tim, some were his mask is off while he is still in suite.

"Ok you got me, so what do you want?" Tim says slightly impressed, he is getting flashbacks to his younger years of chasing Batman and Robin with his camera.

"I'm going to be your sidekick" The kid says firmly. Tim's jaw drops. It feels like he is blue-screening. 'Is this how Bruce felt?' "Ok" The word left Tim's lips before he even relized.

The kid stuck out his hand "it's a pleasure doing business with you, I'm danny". 'You know what fuck it, this is my kid now' Tim smirked tiredly, taking Danny's hand (his ice cold hand) in a firmly grip "Guess we need to pick out a name for your then".

Danny's grin grows showing too many teeth "i already have one, is go by Phantom"

--------------------

I also think this would be hilarious if danny is actually older than Tim but is stuck as a sad meow meow because he stopped aging after he died, and ge saw Red Robin, practically on his own and most of the support he was receiving was from other teens, and deciding, no, no kid should be without adult support.

Danny wished he had someone to watch his Back besides his freinds and sister, sure they helped a lot, but he feels he would have been better off with an adult mentor (shut up vald you were never his mentor, just a creepy fruitloop).

And if Red Robin thinks he's a kid, all the better, it should make him less reckless if he thinks he has a kid to watch out for.

[marvelousels]

THROUGH THE STATIC | 1

(pt 2 here!)

authors note — sorry but im just so delusional wishing this was true, i love imagining that my fav characters randomly come to our world and "I DO BELIEVE THAT A MULTIVERSE EXISTS!" i say as i get dragged to the mental asylum.

pairings: jinx x fem!reader (js freinds for now ig)

DISCO! — Nessa Barrett FT Tommy Genesis playing!

The dim glow of the television screen bathed your living room in shifting hues of blue and purple. You lay sprawled on the couch, a half-empty bowl of popcorn resting precariously on your stomach. The credits for the latest episode of Arcane had just finished rolling, and the Netflix autoplay countdown ticked ominously toward the next. But you didn’t hit “Skip Intro.” Not yet.

Jinx. There she was again, center frame in your mind. Her wild, electric energy. Her piercing blue eyes. That wicked grin that danced somewhere between childlike joy and dangerous insanity. Something about her had always captivated you, far beyond any rational explanation. She was chaos incarnate, yet there was a vulnerability beneath her bravado that pulled you in like a magnet. Watching her felt like staring into a storm: terrifying, exhilarating, and impossible to look away from.

You sighed and reached for the remote, ready to plunge into another episode, when the screen suddenly froze. A flicker. Then another. The sound cut out, replaced by a low, staticky hum. Frowning, you sat up, placing the popcorn bowl on the coffee table.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered, hitting the power button. Nothing. The screen stayed on, the image of Jinx’s manic grin distorting slightly as if she were underwater.

The hum grew louder. A sharp crackle followed, and the colors on the screen began to bleed together in a way that made your eyes ache. You got up, hesitant but drawn closer by a mix of curiosity and unease. Maybe the TV was just overheating. Maybe the signal was—

Without warning, the screen flared bright white, and a shockwave of static knocked you backward. You hit the floor with a grunt, shielding your eyes from the blinding light. The air felt charged, humming with an almost electric tension.

When the light finally dimmed, you lowered your arm cautiously. The TV was off. The room was eerily quiet except for your own breathing. Then you heard it. A groan. Not yours.

You froze. Slowly, you turned your head toward the sound, your heart pounding in your chest.

Lying sprawled across the floor, half on top of you, was Jinx.

At first, your brain couldn’t process what you were seeing. She was impossibly real. Her wild blue braids, the smudged makeup around her eyes, even the faint scars on her arms—every detail was vivid, tangible. She groaned again, shifting slightly, and you felt the weight of her pressing down on your legs.

“What the hell?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Her eyes snapped open. For a split second, they were unfocused, darting around the room in confusion. Then they locked onto yours. Blue and intense, just like on the screen, but filled with a raw, terrifying energy that made your breath catch.

“Who the fuck are you?” she demanded, her voice sharp and accusing. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing for a weapon that wasn’t there. Her hands patted down her sides frantically before she cursed under her breath.

You sat up slowly, your hands raised instinctively in a placating gesture. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. I—I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She narrowed her eyes, backing up until her shoulders hit the wall. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The modern furniture. The framed photos. The TV. Her expression shifted from defensive to bewildered.

“Where am I?” she muttered, almost to herself. Then, louder, “What is this place?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came out. What were you supposed to say? Hi, welcome to my living room. You’re supposed to be a fictional character.

“Hey!” she snapped, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “I asked you a question.”

“You’re… in my house,” you stammered. “And… uh, you came out of the TV?”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. She glanced back at the darkened screen, then back at you. “Bullshit.”

“I swear!” you said quickly, holding your hands up again. “One minute I was watching you—I mean, watching Arcane—and then the screen freaked out, and you…” You gestured vaguely at her. “You appeared.”

Jinx’s eyes narrowed further, but the initial panic seemed to ebb slightly, replaced by a cautious curiosity. She took a step closer, looming over you with an almost predatory intensity.

“You know who I am?” she asked, her tone somewhere between suspicion and amusement.

You swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah. Jinx. From… Arcane. You’re… kind of famous here.”

“Famous?” Her lips curled into a grin, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you’re a… a character. From a TV show.” The words felt ridiculous as they left your mouth, but there was no other way to explain it.

Her grin faltered. She stared at you, her head tilting slightly as if trying to gauge whether you were messing with her. Finally, she sighed and ran a hand through her braids.

“A TV show,” she repeated flatly.

You nodded. “Yeah. You’re… fictional. Or, you’re supposed to be. I don’t know how you got here.”

Jinx’s expression darkened. Her eyes darted back to the TV, then to her hands, flexing her fingers as if to reassure herself she was real. “Fictional,” she muttered, almost to herself. “That’s… no. That’s insane.”

“Trust me, I’m just as confused as you are,” you said. “But you’re here. Somehow.”

She paced the room, her movements jerky and restless. “This has to be some kind of trick,” she said, half to herself. “Some sick game. Did Sevika put you up to this? Or Silco? Is this one of their mind-fucks?”

“I don’t know who—” You cut yourself off, realizing it was pointless. Of course she thought this was some kind of trap. Her whole life was a series of betrayals and manipulation. Why would this be any different?

“Listen,” you said carefully, “I don’t know how or why you’re here, but I’m not your enemy. I’m just… a random person who happened to be watching TV when you showed up. That’s it.”

She stopped pacing, her gaze snapping back to you. Her expression was unreadable, her blue eyes scanning your face as if searching for any hint of deception. Finally, she sighed and ran a hand through her braids.

“Okay,” she said, though her tone was far from convinced. “Let’s say I believe you. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. What were you supposed to do? You were just an ordinary person. You didn’t have the faintest idea how to deal with something like this.

“I guess… we figure it out,” you said finally. “Together.”

Jinx raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Together, huh?”

You nodded, trying to muster some confidence. “Yeah. I mean, you’re stuck here, right? Might as well work with me instead of against me.”

She considered this for a long moment, then shrugged. “Fine,” she said. “But don’t get any ideas, ‘cause if you try anything funny…” She mimed an explosion with her hands, grinning wickedly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, though it was more from nerves than amusement. “Noted.”

And just like that, your ordinary life had been turned upside down. As Jinx plopped onto your couch, grabbing a handful of popcorn like she owned the place, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you’d just gotten yourself into.

Hours later, the reality of your situation began to sink in. Jinx had settled into your living room like a storm that refused to pass, alternating between questioning you about this world and exploring the space with a manic, childlike curiosity. She’d found your stash of snacks and immediately laid claim to a bag of chips, cramming them into her mouth with zero regard for crumbs.

“So this world,” she said around a mouthful of chips, “you’re saying it’s nothing like Zaun or Piltover?”

You shook your head, watching her from the other end of the couch. “Nope. No Hextech. No shimmer. No… well, no war, at least not like yours.”

She snorted. “Sounds boring.”

“It’s… peaceful,” you offered.

She rolled her eyes. “Peace is overrated.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Despite the chaos she radiated, there was something oddly endearing about her. She was a whirlwind of contradictions—reckless yet calculating, wild yet wounded. And now, she was your problem.

“So,” she said, turning her attention back to you, “how do we fix this? How do I get back?”

“I… don’t know,” you admitted. “I’m not exactly an expert on… whatever this is. Reality-hopping? Dimensional travel? It’s way out of my league.”

She groaned, flopping dramatically onto her back. “Great. Just great. Stuck in a world full of… what do you even do here? Sit around and stare at screens all day?”

“Pretty much,” you said with a chuckle. “But hey, maybe it won’t be so bad. You might even like it here.”

She gave you a skeptical look but didn’t argue. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze lingering on you longer than felt entirely comfortable.

“You’re weird,” she said finally, though there was no malice in her tone. If anything, it sounded almost… amused.

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, surprising yourself with the ease of your response.

Jinx blinked, then grinned. A real grin this time, not the manic, unhinged one you’d seen earlier. For a moment, she looked almost human. Almost.

“Maybe this won’t be so boring after all,” she said, grabbing another handful of chips.

You weren’t sure whether to feel relieved or terrified. Either way, one thing was certain: life as you knew it was never going to be the same.

[inlovewithfionaapple]

Hey I LOVEE ur work and saw that ur requests are open could you do a fic or a series with a couple parts for Leah Williamson x reader who are childhood best freinds but become a lot more than that during their teenage years it’s a slow burn angsty fic of two bestfreinds who fell in love but there’s so much underlying problems because one is scared of how society is going to treat them if there situationship was to become public so there’s a big scare of making it a relashionship so it’s an ongoing back and forth argument as either is tired of being a secret to the other and one decides to call it off but it’s not really ever called off they always crawl back to eachother despite the initial agreement to leave eachother alone and then other people are also brought into the equation to make the other jealous so there’s so much heartbreak which gives them both a wake up call that they both can’t loose eachother and then there’s a big angry love confession and a promise of a new fresh beginning 🙏🙏🙏

the space between us

warnings: angst, but it'll be better in future parts

wc: 796

an: i got you, this will definitely be a series so look out

the first time y/n had met leah williamson was when both were eight years old and arguing over the last packet of tangfastics in the school tuck shop. leah had noticed them first, but y/n's hand had got there quicker. neither of them had ended up with the sweets—the boy behind them took advantage of the argument and strolled off with a grin on his face—but somehow they had left the shop laughing.

y/n always said that was how they knew they'd be best friends forever. leah just smiled and said, "that's how i knew you were stubborn."

years passed but that time, always stuck with them. they got through all of it together; the injuries, the gangly teenage years, family emergencies, exam stress, and leah's steady climb up the arsenal juniors. y/n no longer played football, not anymore, but was at every match they could find. they watched leah fall in love with the sport and struggled not to notice how, along the way, they'd fallen in love with leah too.

the night everything started to come apart began much like any other. summer was bleeding into fall, and the air was charged with a kind of tightness—thick and heavy, like something that was going to explode. they were on the roof of y/n's garage, where they had spent half of their teenage years looking up at the stars, listening to albums, or talking about nothing in particular.

y/n sat cross-legged, drinking from a can of coke. leah leaned back on her hands, chin lifted to the sky.

"it's amazing how quiet everything seems sometimes," leah murmured. "like the world's holding its breath."

y/n waited for her to answer. they were looking at leah, though. the gentle curve of her profile, the way the loose blonde hair hung from the bun, the sprinkling of freckles across her nose. they didn't know if leah noticed they looked at her like this sometimes, taking in each feature as if she would disappear.

"leah," y/n said softly, "do you ever wish things were different?"

leah rolled her head to the side, confused. "different how?"

"i dunno," y/n said, their voice dragging. "easier. like. if we didn't have to sneak around."

leah's frame tensed slightly, just enough to make y/n sense it in the air between them. the answer wasn't going to be easy.

"you know we don't really have a choice," leah said slowly after a pause. "not right now."

y/n spun their head away, chewing on the inside of their cheek. "it's been six months, leah. six months of stolen kisses when no one's looking. of following me three steps behind in the street. of deleting photos, not sharing a thing, pretending."

"you think i want this?" leah snapped, sitting upright now. "you think i like acting like you're just some friend when all i want to—"

"then why don't you?" y/n interrupted, voice cracking. "why don't you act like it? like i count?"

"you do," leah interrupted quickly. "clearly you do. but y/n. it's not that simple."

"it is," y/n gasped. "you just don't want it to be."

leah let out a harsh breath, rubbing a hand over her face. "do you know what it's like, living in the limelight all the time? everything i do, everyone i'm photographed with—analyzed, criticized, turned around. you've seen what happens to guys who come out. the rumors, the interrogation. i just—i'm not ready yet."

y/n swallowed. "and when are you going to be?"

"i don't know."

"that's not good enough," y/n said, standing up. they weren't angry, not really. they were just tired. tired of keeping secrets. tired of loving a girl who was too scared to say it back in the light of day.

"i've waited. i've been patient. i've said that what we have in the privacy of our homes is okay. but it's not anymore. because i don't want to be your secret, leah. i want to be your choice."

leah rose from her seat, begging, her hand extended. "please, don't do this."

"i love you," y/n stated, tears in their eyes. "but i love me too. and i will no longer make the choice for you if you will not return it."

leah did not attempt to hold them back as they climbed down from the ladder. didn't utter a word. she just stood there, immobile, with stars above and a hollow ache within her chest.

she stayed up on the roof long after y/n left, heart pounding, the quiet of night unbearable. and all she could do was wonder how love—true, ugly, beautiful love—had slipped away from her because she'd been too scared to hold on.

[grim333z]

begging for anything angsty with carl

(ngl, fics where reader is shane's son are so underrated.)

Fairytale~

Carl x Shane's son!reader

{this is set after the farm, but its kinda implied that Carl and reader aren't like 12... iykwim}

Tw: angst.

"And the words always get in the way It cuts you down just the same I can't wait to see what you find And the sun will find its place to shine, "

The group had become uneasy since the farm fell... With the days growing shorter and the nights getting colder, there really was nothing more to do than wait out the winter.

the Grimes had become especially cold towards you, the knowing of what your father did never leaving their minds, constantly looming over you. It hurt because you'd become close to Carl over your time with the group, you'd known him since before, being the same age and having parents who were freinds ment you'd seen him here and there on occasion but he'd never really tried to spark anything up.

You'd just caught what he'd done-

Shane had turned he really couldn't have done anything else, but to you, he'd killed your father. He hadn't said anything to you since...

You found yourself sitting away from the main group when small camps would be set up, typically not far away from daryl. Suddenly, knowing what it felt like to be an outsider...

It was usually him who brought you food, checked in on you...spoke to you. He knew what it was like too live in a family members shadow.

The group had settled in a small housing estate, a large broken gate at the front, with a hefty rusting archway reading "Wiltshire estate." The place was pretty beaten up. Most homes had a busted window or broken down front door. Each house is pretty much looted. The odd missed can or packet here or there.

The group had decided to take refuge in the least beaten up home, boarding the front door shut. Most people had split off into different rooms. The grimes took the master bedroom, Carol hershel and beth deciding to hunker down in a decent sized guest bedroom, glenn and maggie ending up in a teenagers bedroom. Leaving you and daryl to find somewhere.

He picks the kitchen, curling up on the counter beside a small window he'd cracked open. The faint glowing embers at the end of his smoke, the only light in the room.

You could only faintly see him from the damp-smelling couch, an itchy blanket pulled over you. It wasn't much, definitely not enough to keep away the cold.

The faint glow eventually fades away, your eyelids growing increasingly heavy. There's faint, gentle footsteps somewhere in the house, it wasn't unfamiliar for someone in the group to be slightly restless, part of you questions weather the steps are really there or if you're hearing things in your exhausted state.

The footsteps grow closer as you draw closer to a peaceful slumber, you decide on checking if theres actually someone there "Daryl...?" You hum your voice quieter with a gentle sleepy rasp to it.

"M'not Daryl." Carl. He looms in the room somewhere.

"Carl?" You respond, he hadn't spoken a word to you since you'd seen him shoot your own father, the man had turned, he wasn't your father and you knew it... no one told you what really happened.

"I am sorry. s'just alot..." He hums, the moonlight falling on him from the doorway, his oversized pjs hanging off his lanky frame, his hand nervously rests against his mouth.

You pull yourself up so you're sat up fully, drawing your knees closer to your chest. feeling an overwhelming need to make yourself seem somewhat smaller. "sorry for what...?" you question, knowing the answer.

The pads of his feet make fall into a calm rhythm as he walks closer, slumping down beside you, his gaze falling on the pile of backpacks in the corner of the room.

"I had to, y'know?" Carl whispers, his voice faint and timid despite the lack of distance between them. In all reality the guilt had been gnawing at Carl since he did it, he did see the man as somewhat a father. He'd saved him right at the start, filling the place while Rick was supposedly dead.

"I know." You respond, his gaze softening as it lands on you. The tenseness in the air faltering slightly, fading away for just a moment.

Its a quiet moment between the two of you, Still something lingers in the room, something unsaid.

"I still care about you."

Carl whispers, like he's scared of you, what you're gonna say, gonna do. He feels an unfamiliar need to bring himself closer to you however, he's simultaneously trying to get closer and further away from you. He's just so overwhelmed with just everything that had happened he didn't know how to navigate tricky situations like this.

During the day, he had nothing but survival to think about, constantly in fight or flight mode. However, when night fell and everything went quiet, there was some faux sense of safety did the thoughts start. About everything, everyone he'd failed, Dale, Shane, mostly you, however. With his parents' relationship crumbling in front of him, he'd felt an ever-growing loneliness clawing at him.

You're not sure how to respond, nodding in acceptance. The air in the room lays thick and heavy, and the conversation falls short. Neither of you is entirely sure what needs to be said.

"I am sorry..." Carl whispers again, slightly to you, and slightly too himself. It was clear he blamed himself for Shane's death, even though Rick was the one who stabbed him. Carl hit the final blow.

"He was a dick anyway." You whisper a faint breathy chuckle, leaving your lips. Carl looks over at you, smiling slightly, letting out a gentle sniffle.

You weren't blind to how your father changed. He'd become cold since the day Rick returned. He wanted lori and Carl more than you and didn't even try and hide it.

"M'not angry, Carl," you coo quietly. You didn't know how to feel, honestly. Everything felt too much or too little.

Carl chews at his lip nervously,unsure on the truth behind your words. Somewhat denying the comfort they gave him and yearning for more.

"You sure?" Carl cautioned, his gaze gentle yet almost fearful as he looks at you.

"I'm sure." You respond, shuffling slightly closer to him. Suddenly aware of how cold the room had become.

The room falls silent. However, it isn't as thick and uncomfortable as it had been...it's comfortable. Neither of you needs to say anything more. It was a start. He'd spoken something to you after months of being so guilt-ridden that he couldn't.

[xreaderdumpster]

Logan’s nightmares

Pairing- Logan HowlettxWade WilsonxReader!

CW: Death mentions, mild descriptions of a nightmare, Logan calls reader “darlin’”, lots of comfort otherwise!!

Use of second person perspective (you) for the reader mentions, no gendered language!

Word count: 839 (short)

First full length fanfic attempt to this blog! Please let me know what you think ;w;

Fear gripped Logan as he jolted awake. His chest heaved, a light sheen of sweat across his naked torso. The nightmares. Seeing the ruins of the X-Mansion and his teammates… Freinds al dead. Finding the bodies of his lovers amongst them. The feeling of holding their cold bodies in his arms. It was enough to make any man wake up in a panic.

He looked to his right as he heard the soft snores of his male love, Wade, snoring and mumbling. Those soft lips moving like they did when he was awake. And beside him was you, his female love. Breathing softly and hair delicately framing your cheeks. Logan felt his racing heart begin to slow. You were both breathing. Both alive and ok beside him. He didn’t realise he was holding a sigh but it took some of the weight off his chest when he let it out. Trying not to disturb either of you, Logan carefully manoeuvred himself out of the bed. He didn’t want to… No, he couldn’t go back to sleep. Not yet. The sound of his feet against the hard wooden floor was minimal and silent. Having enhanced hearing meant he quickly learnt which of the floorboards creaked under his adamantium body and which didn’t. He took one last look to the two he loved most as they continued sleeping peacefully before closing the door behind him.

Silently, he walked to the guest room. This was his usual routine at night. He’d have a nightmare or two and get up because he couldn’t go back to sleep. But tonight he didn’t want to drink despite the slight dry taste in his mouth. Logan sat himself on the edge of the bed, rough hands running across the soft blanket that draped over the bedding. Wade had bought the blanket for Logan originally when he first moved in with him and Al. He came to this dimension with nothing but the clothes on his back yet Wade bought him the blanket to comfort him on cold nights. He picked it up, holding it to his cheek. The thick cotton always soothed Logan after a nightmare. The faint smell helped soothe his aching heart too. Bergamot that reminded him of Wade and Jasmine that reminded him of you. God knows how many times you three had curled up under the blanket to make it smell like you. But it’s what Logan needed. He allowed himself to lay on top of the blanket, legs over the edge as he pulled the red blanket around him. Part of him hated himself for seeking you comfort from a blanket instead of just holding you close. But he couldn’t disturb either of you.

Unfortunately, it turns out he did. The soft pattern of two different footprints came down the hall before knocking on the spare bedroom door.

“S’open.” Logan grumbled. The door opened to Wade and you standing there. Logan sat up, elbows resting on his muscular thighs.

“You ok, Lo?” You asked in your usual sleepy voice. Logan nodded, his gaze lingering on the oversized shirt and pyjama shorts you wore.

“I’m fine, darlin’. Go back to bed. Both of you.” Logan replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Wade frowned. He could see right through his lover.

“Nightmare again, huh?” Wade asked in an unusually calm and soft tone. Logan didn’t respond for a beat before nodding. He couldn’t lie to them.

You and Wade sat either side of him.

“Do you want us to leave you alone, peanut?” Wade asked, his hand on Logan’s shoulder. Logan’s hazel eyes never met yours or Wade’s. His gaze remained in his lap.

“Lo?” You asked, your hand resting on top of his. Another sigh escaped him almost involuntarily.

“Don’t go…” he whispered gruffly. The hand you held intertwined with his as his other hand held Wade’s. You glanced at Wade with a knowing expression. He gives you a nod. You know how to handle nightmare-riddled Logan. Gently, you guided Logan down onto the mattress, moving the blanket around him. Wade slipped into one side of the bed while you slipped into the other. Wade spooned Logan while you curled up facing him.

“We’re here, love. And we’re not going anywhere.” You reassured Logan as you cupped his cheeks. The light scratching sensation of his beard against your palms was always oddly soothing. Logan merely nodded, finally feeling the tension and worry beginning to fade. Your lips placed a kiss on his forehead. Your eyes locked onto his hazel ones. All the unspoken words loomed in the glow of the moonlight. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Wade’s breathing had already started to even out as he gently tugged Logan closer. The gentle, rhythmic pattern helped Logan to ground himself. He tugged you closer to his broad frame before allowing himself to close his eyes once more.

Some nights the nightmares didn’t come back. And it was because of you two.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood:Polarity

Chapter 2: Freinds

This is a bit shorter. And the art is not as polished as last time... but I have been busy as fuck this week and this is all I managed. Part of me wants to apologize but I'm not gonna because that would imply I could have tried harder (and that's not true.)

So. Enjoy. It'll be up on AO3 later.

Tera pushed open the doors to the school building, the wooden doors groaning on their hinges before snapping shut and echoing through the hall, though the milling of students didn’t quite notice, too busy chatting in their chosen groups to pay the tall solver drone any mind.

The hall was lined with small tan lockers, stolen of course from the ruins of the previous inhabitants of the planet, and there were exactly five classrooms each holding about 25 students, for a grand total of 125 seats for 95, total, students. The school was split into two sections, three classrooms of the left side of the hall, for students above 13 years old. Advanced Learning and Training for those that had already learned basic arithmetic and reading, medical training, construction, refinery work, welding, electrical- all the jobs that Sanctuary needed. The two classrooms on the right were for those younger then 13, which functioned as a place to teach the fundamentals, math, writing, reading, pattern recognition, and critical thinking.

Tera sighed as she opened her dented and beaten locker, grabbing her math textbook and blue, sticker-bombed binder and shoving her backpack in it roughly. The dufflebag making a loud bang that once again echoed through the hall.

“Tera!” Came a soft and sweet voice from further down the hall, just hearing it made her tail wag subtly, a half smile forcing it’s way on her face as she turns to face the sound.

Now standing next to her was a short worker girl with long, blonde hair, some of it held up in a large black bow that framed the back of her head, her white eyelights were mostly closed due to the beaming smile she had etched on her face. She wore a teal sundress with another black bow around the middle, and long black socks, with grey flats.

“Hey, Kia.” Tera’s smile grew bigger at the sight of Kiara Von Roth, her best friend. Her tail wagged a little faster.

“Heya you big grump!” She playfully teased. “I texted you last night but you never shot back, you weren’t out all night partying were you?” The worker cocked her head, still smiling but her eyelights held a note of seriousness.

“D-did you?” Tera replied, “I haven’t even looked at my messages yet…”

She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. “Nah, I wasn’t. Just… tired is all, midterms coming up…”

“So you’re actually studying for them?” Says another, more masculine voice, a thump being heard behind Kiara, which made her startle breifly. “Raaad!” She whines

Rad had light brown hair hidden under a backwards green and white baseball cap. His bright green eyelights quirked up slightly in a smirk. Her wore a red letterman jacket with the number twenty-eight emblazoned in green both on the front pocket, and, much larger, on the back. Along with it loose, black sport shorts and red sneakers. He was leaned up against the locker behind Kiara with his arms crossed.

He chuckled. “Not my fault your so easy to scare K. I wasn’t even trying!”

Kiara pouted in response. “Everyone would jump at a noise behind them! You shouldn’t sneak up on people!’ She crossed her arms in a huff. Tera just chuckled and shook her head.

“For your information. Yes. I am studying for the midterm… I kinda have to pass to be eligible to graduate next year…” She added almost quiet enough for them not to hear. “You act like I’ve never studied before.”

“Well… you really haven’t studied much since you’ve started getting serious with your training with V.” Kiara pointed out, leaning slightly further into the solver drones personal space. “So it’s good to hear your going to start again instead of asking me for my notes…”

“You take good notes!” Tera protested, raising her voice only slightly.

“Thank you!” Kiara smiled.

“But I’m not giving them to you.” She then deadpanned.

Tera growled softly and her tail flicked in response, Rad laughed. “Damn, guess that applies to me too.”

“You’re even worse! You copied our biology homework from me almost word for word! The only reason you got away with it is because Mrs. Finley trusts me not to let you cheat!” Kiara spins around to face the worker boy, pointing her finger… but perhaps the effect was lessoned by the fact Rad was still looking down at her, with her being one of the smallest workers of their class at a resounding 4’2. Because he snickered instead of looking the slightest bit intimidated. “You didn’t ‘let me’ do anything. You only noticed me taking a picture after I did it.”

“Because you left the flash on your visor and blinded half the class.” Tera chimed in. “You suck at being subtle dude.” She closed her locker the same moment the old, rattly bell rang to usher the students in the hall to their classes. “See you in an hour!” Kiara sounded off before filtering off into a separate room.

“Let’s go face the music…” Rad sighed, looking up at Tera as she slouched even more. Dreading heading to a class she struggled with out of all others.

“Yup.” And with that, they both headed towards the worn metal door that was Mr. Rikers classroom.

There are five teachers in Sanctuary, most of them teach multiple subjects though specialize in one over the others. Mr. Riker taught Math, Science fundamentals , and then specialized in construction and engineering. Mrs. Finley taught Biology, Chemistry, and Specialized in Medical Care. Then there was Mr. Krainer, who taught English, History, and Specialized in toolsmithing; Mrs. Potts, Who taught creative writing, art, and specialized in tailoring and armorsmithing.

The last teacher was also the principle. His name?

Serial Designation N, or for everyone else; Mr. Doorman.

He was the only teacher focused on a particular age group, 4-8, and taught the young dronelings the foundations of what they needed to splinter off to the rest of the school building, it went without saying, but he was also the most beloved.

Tera found her seat, the back corner next to the long window that ran up the side of the room, underneath of which was a row of cupboards that housed all the supplies needed to run the classroom. Rad settled in beside her and instantly whipped out his utterly battered phone, scrolling through messages and images from near everyone in their age group.

Tera took the chance to look through hers too while waiting for the classroom to fill in with students, though she didn’t use her phone, though the thick homemade thing was in her flannel pocket, she simply opened a tab on her visor and scrolled through them there.

[Princess] 11:25PM 7/13/89

You awake?

11:30PM 7/13/89

Clearly no. Or you’re doing something you don’t want me to know about and are actively ignoring me.

Wondered if we could go out again sometime this week? I know, like, midnight is the worst timing ever to ask, just wondering.

11:45 7/13/89

To the ruins I mean, we go out with Rad all the time, thats what I meant. But you knew that… I think I’m just too tired.

12:01 7/14/89

Goodnight, Ter-Bear.

Tera winced as she scrolled through the messages, feeling guilty that she had missed them, even if she had genuinely been asleep at the time. She’d make up for it latter, she wouldn’t mind taking her little friend group to the outskirts of ruins, especially at a specific request.

She was distracted by Mr. Riker, a drone with greying blonde hair and a pair of squared rimmed glasses. he wore a brown sweater-vest over a white dress shirt.

“Good Morning Everyone.”

The class calls back. “Good Morning Mr. Riker.”

[in1-nutshell]

I need that unrelenting angst that would come from IDW Ophelia and Fearless dealing with Megatron.  When Fearless starts to bond and hangout with Megs, is Ophelia counted in that?  Does this leave Ophelia in a really awkward situation because the father that abandoned her is suddenly acting like a father without even knowing it's his kid.  Does that hurt even more because what was so terrible about her younger self that made him want to never look at her again.  Is it only fearless he bonds with?  Fuck that has to hurt watching your freind have the relationship with your father that you wish you had.

Megatron's kids: Never having it easy since day 1.

Hope you enjoy!

MTMTE Fearless and Ophelia in the same universe

SWF, Platonic, Familial, Angst, Cybertronian reader, Human reader

MTMTE

Ophelia was one of the first bots Fearless met on the ship.

She was called up by Rodimus and Ultra Magnus.

Being one of the few bots that worked close with humans before, they figured that having Ophelia around for first greetings would be good.

Fearless was surprised by the different sizes these bots could come in and their names.

They understood names like ‘Ironfist’ and ‘Skywarp’.

But Ophelia?

That was an Earth name, right?

Fearless found themselves gravitating to Ophelia more in the beginning.

The bot happily gave them company while showing them all around the ship.

It would be a few weeks later that Fearless’s true nature would show up.

Ophelia runs into the med bay. Fearless is on the med slab with a number or bandages on them. Ophelia: “I came in as soon as I could! What happened?” Ratchet looks at Fearless with a disapproving look. Ratchet: “According to Fearless, they were trying to follow Skids through the vents and ended up falling on Whirl’s glass.” Fearless: “And I’d do it again.” Ratchet glares at Fearless who is sporting a smile, though from pride or the meds kicking in, its not certain. Ophelia looks concerned at the human. Ophelia: “Why were you in the vents in the first place?” Fearless: “Because its cool! You wouldn’t know because your too big to fit your metal fender in them.” Whirl is cackling on the slab nearby.

Fearless would soon understand this joke later.

A couple of rouge cons had managed to sneak into the ship and were heading straight for Fearless.

Ophelia managed to be the first one to get to them.

Though in the process a lucky Con managed to slice her helm off.

Fearless screamed as the helm went flying and the frame fell on its side.

They were once again at the Con’s mercy, but they had their mini blasters ready.

Fearless was fully prepared to go down fighting to avenge Ophelia.

That was until the frame’s chassis opened and a minibot jumped on the Con’s like from one of those aliens from a movie they saw years ago.

They had to give it to the mini, the con’s were down in seconds, fists were drenched in energon and was venting heavily.

The minibot turned around made a nervous chuckle before asking if they were okay.

Fearless recognized the voice.

It was Ophelia’s.

Ophelia: “Fearless? I didn’t scare you, did I?” Fearless drops their blaster and runs straight to Ophelia and does their best to hug her. Ophelia is surprised and taken a bit back. She can feel and hear the sniffling, shaking her servo from the energon she pats their back. Fearless: “I thought you were dead you, big pile of bolts!” Ophelia: “Yet I persist.” Fearless looks up at them with red and puffy eyes. Fearless: “Now is not the time for jokes! First, I find out your some kind of Russian nesting doll next what!? That you’re a child!?” Ophelia nervously chuckles. Ophelia: “Well…” Fearless: “…Say sike.” Ophelia: “I mean by all technicality; I am one of the youngest—” Fearless: “Say sike right now!”

It took a bit for Fearless to get used to Ophelia just being around without her armor.

They also adopt the role of being her older sibling.

Something that Ophelia just goes along with.

Sure, she’s thousands if not millions of years older than them, but this was nice.

Ophelia gives her congratulations to Fearless and Whirl on hearing about them being officially Amica’s.

What she didn’t know was that by Whirl being Fearless’s Amica, it automatically made her an honorary Amica in his book.

Then in comes in Megatron.

By this time Ophelia had already told Fearless about her relation with him, from start to present.

To say that Fearless was furious was an understatement.

Sure, they had parent issues too, but at least they didn’t have one that tried causing genocide (Side eyes the Dadnegto AU)

They already vow to get some justice for her, despite the mini saying it wasn’t necessary.

Pranks galore!

Ophelia doesn’t know how to feel about these.

But that’s the least of her worries.

She starts getting suspicious when the pranks almost stop overnight.

Her optic is on the human whenever Megatron is close by.

But they were both getting along?

It confused Ophelia greatly and it sort of hurt as well.

Here Megatron was, getting friendly with a stranger than his actual daughter.

Ophelia had to remind herself that he couldn’t possibly know about her identity, therefore, couldn’t possibly be doing this on purpose.

Then comes that one fateful day…

The day Fearless openly called Megatron ‘Dad’.

Random bot: “Wow Fleshy, you must be pretty messed up in the processor to call Megatron ‘Dad’.” Fearless is red in the face. Fearless: “Hey, just drop it.” Ophelia is still in her seat, trying to comprehend what just happened. Most of the dialogue goes right over her helm. The random bot looks like he is moving closer to the human. She is ready to go over when Megatron moves to their side. Megatron: “My child, is there something wrong?” Ophelia had taken punches to the tank less painful than this. Fearless looks at him surprised, but a smile comes to their face. Fearless, with a bit of a voice crack: “N-nope, just peachy.” Ophelia feels like her world is tilting on an axis. As more bots are coming over to congratulate them, the one percenter slips out of the room. Fearless catches Ophelia leaving the room and pale realizing what happened from Ophelia’s perspective. Fearless: “Wait! Ophelia!” It was too late; she had already left the bar.

Fearless felt horrible.

They were too entrapped in the thought of having a father figure, they had completely forgotten about their friend.

Her friend’s father who had just claimed them to be one of his… in front of her.

Fearless tries to explain to Ophelia the situation, which they have to give credit to, she listens to.

But that doesn’t mean she was over with her feelings.

Everything was still too fresh to properly start anew.

Ophelia started taking up some extra look out shifts to get more time to herself.

She didn’t want to say anything to hurt Fearless just because she was hurting.

Fearless respects her and leaves her alone.

Megatron is just confused.

One minute he feels that sparkling sized hole filling a bit with Fearless now being his child.

The next they were slightly moping around.

He also took notice that Ophelia was not around as often as she was.

Megatron had grown used to seeing her around and occasionally chatting about the news on the ship.

To see her less and given Fearless was quite close with, he figured that they simply missed their friend.

Maybe he could negotiate with Magnus about giving some extra time for Ophelia to see Fearless.

Fearless looking up at Ophelia asking for a hug.

[regular-gnome]

On a scale of healthy, physically sickly, Mentally ill, both, and neither, where do you think the archivists + The Collector would stand It's for research I swear.

Physically, ever since the titans "disappeared", they’re doing alright! especially considering their physical form isn’t really living material but more of a mechanical tool. Their magic is also holding up fine. Mentally, though, the door is so unhinged it’s fallen off the frame. But they’re still functional. Issues stack up, but with time and responsibilities to handle, you find ways to work around them or push them far enough away to convince yourself they aren’t even there. I think the Collector is also falling to this approach, playing prentend surrounded by freinds

[honeypinklemon]

:so........well......(*ahem*),My inner thoughts got the best of me so,here is another one of my freinds @xx-sketchy-xx ....Hope you like it too.& I like scrapbooking alot more now so am probably going to make more (If you want me to make a scrapbooking frame of you just let me know) But,yeah (P.s. @overlordinavoid Said there fav transformer is Bumblebee so I put it on hers,I dint know witch one was Sketchys so,I made a wild gusse on Soundwave since I thought they kinda match each other's vibe ^v^;

[john-laurens]

From a hint which Waag dropped at Bath tis expected by the friends of the young Eatonian that he will find a freind in you at Genevé, tho none of 'em have Said a word to me on the Subject. Indeed I don't visit Mr. Boone, he was polite to me at my first arrival, I beleive I omitted an enquiry after Mrs. Boone, either not knowing or not thinking of their Marriage & may have given offence.

Henry Laurens to John Laurens; January 17, 1774 addition to a letter dated January 14, 1774

Forever thinking about (and overthinking) this line.

John was receiving an education in Geneva at this time, and Francis Kinloch would soon join him there. I feel like the oblique reference to Kinloch as "the young Eatonian" could suggest a level of familiarity between the the Kinloch and Laurens families, as Henry would have expected John to understand who he was referring to with this phrase (although the reference to Francis can also be inferred by the following line about Thomas Boone, Francis's guardian). It was not uncommon for the wealthy colonial families to send their children to be educated England. For example, many of the Rutledges, another South Carolinian family, studied law in England. Francis was not unique in his English education, so it is interesting that Henry referred to him in this way.

Additionally, this whole exchange is framed like gossip. The lines "from a hint which Waag dropped" and "tho none of 'em have Said a word to me on the Subject" suggest that this knowledge of Francis going to Geneva and "find[ing] a friend in" John there is some sort of secret. Who are these friends of Francis that know about John and presume the two will be friends? Who is this Waag fellow, and why is he dropping hints about this? Why will no one talk directly with Henry about this? For such seemingly innocuous information, it's odd that it's shared in such a roundabout, clandestine manner. Henry does go on to acknowledge that he may have inadvertently offended Mr. Boone, but I'm not sure that this entirely explains why these people would be withholding information about Francis from Henry.

As mentioned above, I do not know who Waag is. He is briefly mentioned in an earlier line in the same letter:

Squire [blank] the Tulip of the Rooms, a good natured Lad, & quite Conversible when he can get Waag, a second McAlpine, to Sit for a Subject.

The footnotes indicate that "according to the Bath Chronicle, Dec. 16, 1773, Mr. Waag had recently arrived in the city." I cannot access this paper, so I'm not sure what information it would provide. Presumably he arrived from South Carolina? These are the only two mentions of Waag that I can find in the entire collection of The Papers of Henry Laurens. If anyone knows anything about him, please let me know!

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

Goooooood mooooorning Tera.

How we feeling this morning after your little stoned makeout sesh?

She looked around confused before she looked down, Kiara resting on her chest, arms loosely wrapped around her frame,a blush made it's way to her visor.

When had she gotten here...?

Kiara's neck was covered in light hickeys, dress pulled down to expose even more of her soft, silicone skin. Tera's eyes turned to thin rings.

And what the hell happened?!

Kiara stirred awake, making a sleepy hum as she looked up into purple eyelights, blush consuming her face as she immediately looked away. "O-Oh you're awake. Good M-Morning." Her voice was nervous and shy.

"Uh. Morning? When did you get here?"

"Last night, someone threw catnip at your face." Kiara explained, still not meeting her 'best freinds' gaze.

"W-what happened...?" She asked warily, eyeing all the marks on her neck, wracking her brain to try and remember.

"Uhm..."

Kiara touched her neck, shifting her gaze to glance up at her, her face was full of concern

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

"N-no! You didn't! J-just... you uh... kissed me..."

Tera seemed to lock up in shock.

"And then did a number on my neck..."

Tera was completely silent, staring at her as her body tensed up like a spring.

"Oh..."

"I-I'm Sorry... I don't even remember... Uh..."

"I-it was the catnip... right?"

"Yeah... the catnip."

[agathaandbrienneslesbian]

Heart of Gold - Part 1

Miranda Hilmarson x Mounted!Police!Fem!Reader

As promised, here is part 1 of my Miranda Hilmarson x Reader Fic. I hope you guys like it <3

My requests are open as well so feel free to leave some prompts or ideas in my inbox.

Again, big tanks to my freinds for proofreading my stories <3

Disclaimer: English is not my first language!

Warnings: Talk of bullying, bullying, a little bit of angst, stupid men

Authors note: Because Miranda deserves to be protected and treated like the sweetheart she is. <3

Words: 3'000+

Ao3 Link

-------

“- and to create a stronger bond between all of our sections here at the Sydney Police Department, we’ve decided to add stables and renew our office space situation. From today on, we will have the mounted police at our station as well. Be nice to each other and make sure our colleagues feel welcome in their new work environment!” Adrian finished his speech and stepped off the podium.

You stood amongst your fellow colleagues and glanced around the newly built stable. It was gorgeous; Truly nothing you’ve ever seen before. The horses had enough space in their boxes; the ceiling was high and had windows for natural light. There was a huge pen outside where the horses could run around and play with each other on their day off. Every officer got new equipment for themselves and their animals, and the pellets were of highest quality. 

As you watch the event unfold, your eyes land on a tall, blonde officer who stood alone, off to the side, next to your horse (a quarter horse with a beautiful blue roan coat and the temper of an angel… if she wanted to, that is), petting her soft nose and cooing sweet praises at your mare. With a chuckle, you walked up to them, reaching into your coat pocket and taking out some treats. Smiling, you held your hand out to the blonde officer, offering a treat to give to your mare. 

The second she sensed you next to her, she turned around, and you felt like cupid shot an arrow through your heart. The officer was gorgeous. Icy blue eyes looking down at you with a slight curious sparkle, a shy smile on her very soft and plush-looking lips, a gentle rosy blush spread over her freckled cheeks, and her short blonde hair framed her face perfectly. She looked at you with a slight frown, moving to tuck her hair behind one of her ears nervously. This motion pulled you out of your thoughts, and you shot her a bright smile. 

“You can give her a treat!” You said after a moment of admiring the very fit constable in front of you. She looked down at your hand, and her eyes started sparkling with joy. Reaching out to grab a treat, her soft fingers brushed the palm of your hand.

“Oh- thank you,” She replied quietly with a relaxed smile. She held her hand out with the treat, and your horse was more than happy to accept the treat from the beautiful stranger. She even went as far as to lick the officer's hand clean (she couldn’t be missing any crumbs, of course). The tall blonde laughed quietly at the ticklish sensation, moving her hand to pet your horse again, and you felt like you’d died, gone to heaven, and returned again. Her voice was like honey to your ears. With blinking eyes, you tried to remove the thoughts that started littering your mind about this beautiful woman in front of you and instead focus on your mare. “What's her name?” The blonde's voice was full of curiosity and joy. Such a wonderful sound, truly. You could get drunk from just hearing her talk.

“Her name’s Artemis. And she’s the sweetest mare you’ll ever encounter.” You answered with a wink and a scratch behind your horse’s ear. Artemis emitted a pleased grunt and, as if she understood, nodded her head up and down. You giggle at the antics of the dark mare and turn to face the taller woman. Extending your hand, you beam up at her. “My name’s y/n y/l/n, by the way.” 

“Miranda Hilmarson.” The constable answered, shaking your hand with an equally bright smile.

“Beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you” You replied, testing the waters and noting down a small victory for yourself as you saw Miranda blush. Artemis seemed to feel left out of the whole situation, so she rubbed her face against Miranda, which caused the taller woman to almost lose her balance. You couldn't help but to giggle at your horse's antics, reaching out to hold Miranda’s arms and making sure she regained her footing again. “You okay? Seems like Artemis likes you.” The constable looked down at you with a pink-flushed face and a nervous giggle. You let go of her, took a step back, and playfully squished your horse's nose.

“You think she likes me?” Miranda asked quietly and moved closer again, rubbing Artemis’ forehead as the mare nuzzled back into the blonde constable.

“I am pretty sure she does! She cares much for treats but never cuddles strangers like that. You seem to have a soft spot for animals.” The look Miranda gave you could melt the coldest hearts. The most heartfelt smile spread on her lips, her eyes glistening softly… It almost seemed like… tears? You frowned worriedly and felt around in your pockets for a pack of tissues, handing her one once you found them. She sniffled gently and wiped her eyes so her colleagues wouldn’t see. You truly wondered if the others disliked her, the way she turned away from them. Reassuringly, you placed a hand on her back and smiled warmly at her. “You can always come by and cuddle with her after work if you want. She loves apples! Just in case you want to give her a little treat.” You spoke softly, and smiled up at her. 

“Thank you!” Miranda sniffled. “I’m sorry… I don’t know-”

“It’s okay! You don’t have to say anything.” You interrupted quickly, the blonde giving you a thankful smile. She straightened her back again and took a deep breath. You sensed her discomfort around her colleagues, and before she could say anything, you spoke up.

“Would you like to go have a drink somewhere? I don’t really feel like mingling with the rest of the group. I actually quite enjoy talking to you.”

The constable looked dazzled at you, and you feared you might have read her wrong. Yet you waited. Nervousness took over, and you started fiddling with the zipper on your coat. Miranda seemed to consider you for a moment. Hints of caution, question, and wonder flashed over her features, barely noticeable, then she nodded softly, giving you a careful smile.

“That would be nice, actually! I know a place a bit further down… It’s usually not busy, and I've yet to see one of my.. Well, our.. colleagues there,” She offers, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. For a second you feared, you might have gone too far.

With a smug smile, you stepped aside, allowing Miranda to take the lead, and the both of you snuck out of the venue, into the cool autumn night.

—

At the bar, Miranda started to ease up, after realising you weren’t planning on taunting or bullying her, and started talking about her hobbies and herself in such a lively and animated manner that had you completely captivated. You could listen to her for hours, and so could Miranda. She was deeply invested in everything you told her, and she could have sworn that your laugh was the most wonderful thing on this planet. 

After what felt like hours, you and Miranda decided to call it a night. No matter how refreshing and pleasant the evening was, the both of you had to work in the morning. You paid for the drinks, and before Miranda could protest, you simply smirked and said, “Next time you get to pay. Promise!” A blush crept over the constable’s face.

“Fine… At least let me drive you home? It’s too late to be walking anyway.” She smugly replied, and you accepted the offer gratefully. Once in the car, you gave Miranda your address, and she started driving towards the direction of your home. The drive was quiet. Not uncomfortable, but quiet. Neither of you knew what to say, so you both just opted for silence, basking in each other's existence. You looked over at her, your thoughts filling with scenarios that had you clenching your thighs slightly. This was so wrong… You shouldn’t be thinking these things about your new colleague… Not after just having met her… And besides, you didn’t know if she felt the same way, and what if- 

“We’re here.” Miranda answered quietly and put the car into park gear. She turned her face to look at you and smiled gently. “I had a great time tonight. Thank you!” She smiled at you sheepishly, and you had to bite your lip; otherwise, you might have just leaned in and kissed her senselessly. Instead, you unbuckled your belt and opened the car door. Getting ready to leave, you turn to look at her.

“I really enjoyed tonight as well! I’m looking forward to next time.” You winked at her and leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek that made Miranda's face heat up instantly. You giggled at her flushed face and wide eyes and got out of the car. “Good night, constable Hilmarson.” 

“G-Good night, y/n”

—

The following two and a half months consisted of you going to work, doing your shift, picking Miranda up from her office, and going to the little Pub she had shown you the very first night the two of you met. The first few free weekends, you were unsure of asking her to hang out; you didn't want to push yourself onto her, but when she reached out first, your heart jumped with joy. You spent afternoons together, talking, playing games, and watching movies,  quickly becoming close friends. You felt bad for wanting more, but you couldn’t help yourself. Miranda had a heart of gold and you fell for it, hard.

The more time you spend with her, the more you fall for the wonderful woman in front of you. The more you got to know her, the more she opened up and talked about herself. Sadly, you also experienced firsthand what Miranda had to deal with at her workplace. The nagging and the bullying. It made you sick to see how she just took all of that in and then, more than she’d like to admit, broke down once she was alone. It became a daily occurrence for you to walk into the bathroom and find Miranda washing her face after a sobbing session.

Today was especially stressful for the two of you at work, and you drank more than usual. A bit tipsy, you started complimenting her and practically fed off the way she squirmed under the attention she was getting. 

“You’re beautiful… Do you know that Mir?” You giggle and watch her blush furiously.

“I-I’m really not…” She said, and you gasped in fake hurt. She looked up at you with a frown.

“How could you say that? You’re literally a goddess!” Miranda was about to protest again, but you stopped her. “ You're so tall and strong, you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Your face is a work of art, and your voice is like a melody written by the gods… Your skin is so soft and pale, and your freckles are like, soooo adorable… Not to mention that you are literally built like an Amazonian warrior queen, and THAT is to die for…” You babble and watch her with a loving smile and a sigh. “You’re so wonderful, and it pains me to see that you don’t think that's the case. What can I do to make you believe me?” You reach out and hold her hand gently, rubbing your thumb over the back of her hand. Miranda just looked at you, her face unreadable but clearly vulnerable.

“I- I don’t know, I just… I guess being told how unpleasant and non-feminine I am.. Having to hear how I'm undesirable every single day… I just… I guess I’ve just forgotten how to be kind to myself.” She admits quietly, looking down into her glass and whirling the liquid around, creating a little tornado-like swirl. You reach out, cupping her cheek, and make her look up at you, a soft but sad smile grazing your lips.

“For every bad word that is said to you, I will bombard you with three positive ones. You don’t deserve that treatment. You’re a wonderful and strong woman, and they ought to respect you.” In a swift motion, you press a quick kiss to her cheek and smile, holding up the pinky of your hand. “I promise” 

—

The next day at work was anything but easy for you. You patrolled the beach and nearby restaurants and shops with your partner, and you couldn’t stop thinking about Miranda. Unsure of what happened after leaving the bar, you could only hope that you didn’t embarrass yourself with how openly you admired her. You haven’t seen her yet today, and you were dying to be close to her again.

Your mind was clouded by images of Miranda holding you close, your lips pressed to hers in a heated kiss. Hands roaming over each other's bodies with a fiery intensity, the need to be close and the need to pull back for air, fighting each other until one of them succeeds. Her hand, warm on your cheek, moving down to your shoulder, waist, hips, ass and thighs. Your hands making quick work of unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her pale and freckled skin for you to worship under your fingertips, your lips, your tongue-

“Are you even listening?” 

You whip your head around to see your partner looking at you. Your face flushed, and you cleared your throat. “No-, sorry, I didn't hear.. Could you repeat that?” You ask, smiling at your partner apologetically, and he sighs.

“Geez y/n.. Sometimes I wonder what's going on in that head of yours… But fine… I was just asking where you went last night. I know those events are not your thing but I feel like you could really like our new colleagues.” 

Oh… and how you liked your new colleague…

“Really? Nah… I didn’t feel like mingling with the crowd, so I just stepped out..” You reply, hoping he wouldn’t catch on your flushed face.

“With constable Hilmarson.” Your partner added, and you shot him a look.

“I heard she’s kind of an oddball… doesn’t really fit into the group and is often alone.” He starts laughing. “The others said the only reason she’s still working there is because she shagged the boss, and now he-”

“Shut up!” You hissed at him, and he looked at you, taken aback by your harshness, but you didn’t care. You were furious. Miranda has told you how the others tend to “nag” her (her words, but you knew immediately that she was being bullied) about her appearance, her height, the fact that she isn’t in a relationship and did, indeed, sleep with her boss for a while, though he has used her for his own pleasure, and you were not about to let ANYONE badmouth her. ESPECIALLY your assigned partner.

“You do NOT get to say those things about her… and neither do the others. Am I being clear?”

“Yes… Jesus. I wasn’t trying to be mean; I just wanted to tell you what I’ve heard…”

“You mean gossip and lies?” You bark at him. He just looked at you, defeated, and decided to just stay quiet for the rest of the patrol. You wouldn’t let anyone hurt Miranda ever again. This bullying was going to stop, and you were going to make sure of that. You had no intention of apologising to your partner for lashing out at him, and even after he apologised several times, you stood your ground. 

As soon as you got back to the stables, you unsaddled Artemis, brushed her down, and gave her dinner and some fresh water. Once you put everything away, you dashed out of the stables, walking to the main building with fast steps and entering the office. As you entered, you heard laughter coming from the break room. Glancing inside, you saw Miranda sitting in a chair, laughing uncomfortably, whilst her male coworkers made nasty comments and jokes about her. Anger took over, and before you could stop yourself, you barged into the room.

“Cut it out for fuck’s sake. What are you? Little boys?” You hiss at them, walking directly to Miranda, who immediately stood up the second she saw you. She looked at you with wide eyes and an agape mouth. The men just looked at you with a smug smile.

“OOOOOH Miranda… who’s that? Someone special? Why are you angry, Horsegirl? We’re just joking.” They laugh and nudge each other in the sides.

“Oh boo-hoo. Horsegirl? Can’t think of a better insult? You’re just a pathetic excuse for men.” You growl, reaching for Miranda's hand and holding it tightly, looking up at her and squeezing her hand reassuringly. “You don’t have to endure this treatment. Let’s go!” Your voice was soft when speaking to Miranda, giving her a sweet and reassuring smile that seemed to calm her nerves, making her smile back at you. The boys whistled as the two of you were making your way out of the break room.

“Yo Hilmarson, have you got yourself an overprotective girlfriend?” One of the guys said, and the others laughed. Miranda immediately let go of your hand in embarrassment, and you’ve had enough. You turned around, marched up to the guy who let the comment slip, and gripped his hair, pulling him down to your height as he hissed and groaned in pain.

“So what if? Huh? None of you would know what to do with a goddess if she stood in front of you, clearly. Now let me tell you one little thing.” You tightened your grip, causing the manchild to drop to his knees in pain as the others watched, both confused and amused.

“You might feel like I'm all bark and no bite, but once I’ve tasted blood, I won't let go. So you’d do better to stay in your lane, or you’ll regret it.” Letting go of his hair, you let him drop down and straighten your back, shooting a poisonous glare at everyone before turning back and gripping Miranda's hand again, pulling her out and towards the stables.

Once in, the blonde pulls her hand away, making you stop in your tracks and turn to look at her with worry.

“Why… why did you just do that?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly, looking at you with caution in her stare. You look at her, your heart breaking at the image before you.

“I- I can’t stand seeing them treat you like this… you- you deserve so much better. You deserve respect. No one works as hard as you do, and they all know.. Yet they still decide to treat you in such an inhumane way… why are you letting them do this to you? Why don’t you fight back?” You moved to her, taking her hands in yours and holding them tightly. 

“Why do you care? Why do you care so much?” This question completely took you aback… Had you reacted too much? Did you overstep a line? You were so blinded by anger and… and… “Please…” Miranda begged, “Why do you care so much about me?”

———

Tags: @winterfireblond

[tree0frog]

Rings

Levi x gn reader

warning~ none

request-open

aot masterlist

Hange wasn’t sure if they should stay or run.

Levi’s room door was open ever so slightly and Hange Bering Hange just wanted a small look inside.

So you can imagine when they find Levi NO a sleeping Levi but that’s not all he was wrapped around your frame his face perfectly slotted in the crock of your neck.

Your arm around his lower back the other intertwined with his.

They had never seen their short friend so peacefully.

Then again Hange never thought they would see the day when shorty would fall for someone.

Taking a closer look at your face the notice you were one of the few captains under Mike leadership, you were quite often sticking to your self rather then being in a larger group of people and often sat alone at meals.

So it was a surprise to yourself when Hange Zoe soon followed by Moblit had decided to sit down in frount of you during breakfast the next morning.

“ hello my dear” they sounded to happy for 6 am.

You just looked at the two your eyes widened a little.

“If you are looking for Levi he is with the commander I think” you said before taking a sip of your tea.

“What no I was looking for you” they smiled their glasses falling down there nose a little.

“ Hange-san I don’t think they want to talk about it”Moblit said for ever the one with a thought of other.

“Soo” they added fully choseinf not to listen to their freind.

“So?” You raised an eyebrow.

"you and Levi” your eye widened ever so slightly.

"me and Levi what?" you question back taking another sip of your tea.

"ohh you know the fact that you two were holding each other in his office last night" the grin smugly making you goan.

"Hange i don't know what you want me to say" your hand draging down your face making the light catch onto your ring.

Hange was quick to take your left hand in their looking it over before looking back up at yourself before looking back at the ring, they did this a few more times to the point you though they were going to hurt their neck.

"You married," they said like it was a secret only they could know.

"yes hange I am married and have been for a few years now," you said slowly taking your hand from theirs, your eyes met Moblits before you saw the realisation in his eyes.

"hange-san don't you have to say good morning to the Titans?" you had never been so thankful for him always being by Change's side.

"your right we do need to do that" they spoke moving to stand up from the table before stoping.

"This isn't over my dear," they said making you laugh.

Late that day you were sitting with Erwin and Levi when Hange walks in you in't bother to look up from your paper work to focused in finishing it as quickly as you can so you could hopefully get some form of sleep that night.

"hey, Levi did you know {y/n} was Married " they spoke with a grin.

Hange was expecting Levi to give a smart-ass repsone but in sted he held up his left hand showing the same silver ring that adorned your left hand.

"h how when you didn't you tell me" they cried out looking between the two of you.

"it isn't a big deal four-eyes"levi spoke passing another paper to Erwin.

"wow not a big deal your sleeping in your office tonight love" you laugh, making Levi look up a soft smile daring to paper upon his face.

"oh yeah is that a freit brat" he quips back.

"now now you two" Erwin laughs it was rare to see Levi let this side of him out.

For the remainder of the night, change made you and Levi, well mainly you tell them the story of how you both met and ended up married.

it was safe to say that you didn't get much sleep that nigh.

[deltarunetomorrow-daily]

Spamton.exe

Deltarune IN 17 DAYS

(ft. Tottaly original spamton creepypasta)

WARNING: this is scary

I'm a total deltarune fan much like everyone else, I like the newer chapters, but I don't mind playing the classics. I don't think I've ever played glitchy or hacked games before, though I don't think I want to play any after the experience I had... It started on a nice summer afternoon, I was playing chapter 2 (I liked how you get to explore the town in it) until I noticed, out of my peripheral vision, that the mailman had arrived and put something in my mailbox as usual and left. I paused my game to go see what I got in the mail... The only thing in the Mailbox was a CD case for computers and a note. I took it inside.

I looked at the note first and realized it was from my dear friend friends y/n (Let's just call him that), whom I hadn't heard from in 2 weeks. I know that because I recognized his handwriting, though what was weird is how it looked; it looked badly written and scratchy and somewhat difficult to read, as if friends y/n was having a hard time writing it down and did it in a hurry.

This is what he wrote...

"y/n,

I can't take it anymore, I had to get rid of this thing somehow before it was too late, and I was hoping you'd do it for me. I can't do it, he’s after me, and if you don't destroy this cartridge, he'll come after you too, he's too kromer for me....

Please y/n, destroy this god-forsaken cartrige before he comes after you too, it's too late for me.

Destroy the disc, and you'll destroy him, but do it quick otherwise he'll sell to you. Don't even play the game, it's what he wants, just destroy it.

Please...

friends y/n"

Well, that was certainly weird. Even though friends y/n IS my best friend and I haven't seen him in 2 weeks, I didn't do what he asked me. I didn't think that a simple gaming disc would do anything bad to him, after all it's just a game right? Boy, was I wrong about that...

ANY way, I looked at the disc and it looks like any ordinary computer switch cartridge, except it had black marker on it written "SPAMTON.EXE", and it was much unlike freinds y/n's handwriting, meaning that he must've gotten it from someone else, like a pawn shop or eBay. When I saw "SPAMTON" on the writing of the CD, I was actually excited and wanted to play it, since I'm a a BIG Spamton fan.

I went up to my room and turned on my computer and put the disc in and installed the game. When the title screen popped up I noticed that it was the first Deltarune chapter, I was like "Awesome!" Because like I said earlier I liked the classics. The first thing I noticed that was out of place was when I pressed start, there's was a split second when I saw the title image turned into something much different, something that I now consider horrifying, before cutting to black.

I remember what the image looked like in that split second before the game cut to black; The sky had darkened, the title emblem was rusted and ruined, the SWITCH was now instead SWITCH 666, and the water had turned red, like blood, except it looked hyper-realistic.

But the freakiest thing that was in that split second frame was Spamton, his eyes were pitch black and bleeding with two glowing red dots staring RIGHT AT ME, and his smile had stretched wider up to the edge of his face. I was rather disturbed about that image when I saw it, though I figured that it was just a glitch and forgot about it. After it cut to black it stayed like that for about 10 seconds or so. And then another weird thing happened, the save file select from chapter 2 popped up, and I was like "WTF? What's this doing in the first deltarune chapter?", anyway, then I notice something off, the background was the dark cloudy sky of the hometown from the part where its nighttime in hometown, and there were only three save files. The music was that creepy Caverns of Winter music from Earthbound, only it was extended and seemed to have been in reverse. And the image for the save file where you see a preview of the level you're on is just red static for all three files.

What freaked me out more was the character select, it showed only Kris, Susie and to my surprise, W.D gaster! Now I was sure that something was up, I mean, how can you play as W.D gaster in a classic deltarune, for crying out loud?

That's when I realized that this wasn't a glitchy game, it was a hacked game.

Yeah it definitely looked hacked, it was really creepy, but as a smart gamer, I wasn't scared (or at least I tried not to be), I told myself that it was just a hacked game and there's nothing wrong with that. Anyways, shaking off the creeped out feeling I picked File 1 and chose kris and when I selected and got started. The game froze for about 5 seconds and I heard a creepy pixelated laugh that sounded an awful lot like that Kefka guy from Final Fantasy before cutting to black.

The screen stayed black for about 10 seconds or more, then it showed the typical level title thing, except the simplistic shapes were different shades of red and the text showed only "deltarune chapter 1". The screen faded in and the level title vanished revealing kris in hometown from chapter 1, the music was different though, it sounded like A town called hometown in reverse. Anyway I started playing and had Kris start running like you would in any of the classic deltarune games, what was odd was that as Kris was running along the level there was nothing but flat ground and a few trees for 5 minutes, that was when the peaceful music started to lower down into slow deep tones very slowly as I kept going.

I suddenly saw something and I stopped to see what it was; it was one of the small animals lying dead on the ground bleeding (That was when the music started to slow down), Kris had a shocked and saddened look on there face that I never saw them have before, so I had them move along, and they kept that worried look on there face. As they kept moving I saw more dead animals as Kris moved past them looking more and more worried as the music lowers and they move past more dead animals, I was shocked to see how they all died, they looked like somebody killed them in rather gruesome ways; a squirrel was hanged on a tree with what appeared to be his entrails hanging out, a bunny had all four of his limbs torn off and a duck had his eyes gouged out and his throat slit. I felt sick to my sy/nach when I saw this massacre and apparently so did Kris. After a few more seconds there were no more animals and the music seemed to have stopped, I still kept Kris to continue.

After a minute passed after the music stopped, Kris was running up a hill and then they stopped, it wasn't until I saw why; Spamton was there on the other side of the screen with his back against kris with his eyes closed. kris looked happy to see Spamton but then there smile faltered, obviously noticing that Spamton wasn't responding to them, if not acting as if he was totally oblivious of kris' presence. kris walked slowly toward Spamton, and I noticed that I wasn't even moving my keyboard to make them move, so this had to have been a cut scene.

Suddenly I began to have a growing feel of dread as kris walked closer to Spamton to get his attention, I felt that kris was in danger and something bad was going to happen. I heard faint static growing louder as kris was but inches away from Spamton and stopped and stuck there hand out to touch him. That foreboding feeling in my gut was growing stronger and I felt the urge to tell kris to get away from Spamton as the static grew louder.

Suddenly in a split second I saw Spamton's eyes open and they were black with those red glowing dots, just like that title image, thought there wasn't a smile. When that happened the screen turned black and the static sound was off.

It stayed black for about 7 seconds and then white text appeared forming a message, saying, "Hello!!!! Do you want to [frolic] with me?"

At this point I was creeped out, I didn't want to continue with the game, but my curiosity got the better of me when I was taken to a different level with the level title now saying "HIDE AND SEEK".

This time I was in the queens castle level from chapter 2 and it looked like everything was on fire.

kris looked as though they was scared out of there wits this time. They actually looked at me and made frantic gestures to me as if they wanted to get out of the area they were in as fast as possible. I was starting to get freaked out by this...I mean kris was actually breaking the fourth wall, trying to tell me to get them out of there.

So I pressed down on the arrow key as hard as I could and made them run as fast as they could, a pixelated version of that creepy theme when you meet jevil was playing as I made kris trek through the desolate castle , trying to help them escape from whatever they was trying to run from.

Suddenly I heard that creepy laugh again... that awful, Kefka laugh... right after 10 seconds have passed as I helped kris run through the forest, and then I started seeing flashes of Spamton popping everywhere on the screen, again with those black and red eyes.

The music changed to that suspenseful drowning jingle as I see Spamton behind kris slowly gaining up on him FLYING; Spamton wasn't running, he was actually FLYING! The flying pose his sprite was making looked very similar to Spamton Neo’s floating pose in the spamton neo fight, except it was just Spamton and he had the black and red eyes again, only

THIS time he had the most deranged looking grin on his face, he looked as though he was enjoying the torment he was giving the poor little Human as he gained up on them.

Suddenly when kris tripped (another cut scene) the music stopped and Spamton vanished. kris laid there and started crying for 15 seconds. The scene was rather upsetting to watch and I kind of teared up myself. But then Spamton appeared right in front of kris and kris looked up in horror.

Blood started to come down those blackened eyes of Spamton's as a grin slowly grew from his face as he looked down at the horrified human, I could do nothing but watch.

Just in a split second Spamton lunged at kris right before the screen went black, there was a loud screeching noise that only lasted 5 seconds. The text returned only this time it said "You're too [broke], want to [ BUY MORE!!!!!] ?" and then that god-awful laugh came with it.

I was so shocked by what had happened...did Spamton murder kris? No, he couldn't have... He and kris are supposed to be enemies but sympathetically, right? Why did Spamton do that to them?

I shook the shock off as I was brought back to the character select, the save file that had kris was different; kris was no longer in the box itself but in the TV screen itself, which was flickering with that red static, kris' expression scared me, there eyes were black and bleeding, there orange shirt stripe had gone black and they had an expression of anguish on there face, Trying to ignore it I picked susuie next.

The laugh came again and the screen cut to black again and stayed there for another 10 seconds, this time the level said "YOU CAN'T [CLICK HERE]".

I was really freaked out by now, I couldn't really tell if this was a glitch, or a hack, or some kind of sick twisted joke... or anything really. But despite my fear of what happened next, I kept playing.

The next level looked much different, it had the ground of the chess zone, but the sky background looked like the main menu; But it was the music that creeped me out the most: It sounded like Giygas' theme right after you beat Pokey in Earthbound. I also noticed that susie looked afraid just like kris did, though not as much, more rather she looked a little unnerved. she broke the fourth wall just like kris and looked as if she wasn't sure about going on, but I made her move anyway.

sHe ran down the straight pathway in this dark level, and as he did the screen started to flicker red static a couple times and then that maddening laugh came again.

Then after a few seconds of running I notice several bloodstains on the checkered ground, I felt a growing sense of fear again thinking something horrible is going to happen to susie. sHe looked nauseated walking down this blood-stained road, but I still kept her going.

Suddenly as susie ran, Spamton appeared right in front of her with those black and red eyes and then red static appeared again, when the static vanished showing nothing but black screen with text saying "FOuNd YOu!", I was now scared, Spamton found susie already?! What was going on?!

Anyway red static came again and then I was back to the level, susie looked like she was panicking, and Spamton was nowhere to be found. And this time that high-pitched squealing from the Silent Hill 1's final boss was playing.

Was this some kind of boss battle with Spamton? I hoped to God it wasn't, honestly.

Suddenly Spamton appeared right behind susie in what appeared to be pixelated black smoke, I made susie turn and then punch Spamton, but Spamton vanished in black pixelated smoke before I could even land a hit, that terrible laugh went off again. Then Spamton appeared behind susie again and then I made her punch again, and Spamton vanished again laughing. susie was panicking even more, and even I felt like I was going crazy, Spamton was practically playing with us, he was playing a sick twisted little mind game with me and susie...

Another cut scene played as susie fell to her knees and clutched his head sobbing, I felt her agony, Spamton was actually driving us BOTH crazy.

And then in a split second Spamton lunged at Susie and the screen went black with another distorted screeching noise that lasted for at least 3 seconds.

Another text message appeared, "So many [KROMER] to play with, so little [LIMITED TIME EVENT!!!!!]... would you agree?"

What the hell... Just what is going on? I started to think Spamton was actually trying to talk to me through the game... But I was too scared to think that.

I was brought back to the main menu and this time the second file box had susie in the TV screen, hER pink scales had darkened to a reddish grey, her hair was dripping with blood and her eyes were black and bleeding too, and she had a look of sadness on her face. I began to think that those are the actual characters trapped in those TV screens on the save files, but I couldn't believe it... I didn't want to believe it...

So I shut off the game and took a break. I took a nap, wish I hadn't, 'cause I then began to have the most disturbing nightmare, I was in pitch black darkness, though I was under the light given off by a lamp that hung high above my head. I could hear the cries of susie and kris nearby. They were saying stuff like, "Help us..." and "Why did you give us to him?" and "Run away, before he gets you too..."

Their cries died out as I then heard Spamton laugh, his laugh... it sounded a lot like the distorted Kefka laugh.

"You're a lot [#$%^&^@] to play with kid, just like your <freinds?!> friends y/n, though he didn't [CLICK HERE FOR MORE!!!!!!!]..."

I was scared and looking around for the source of the voice...

"Won't be long now until you join him and all my other [KROMER]..."

I saw him walking toward me, flickering in and out in several directions...

"You can't run, [[LITTLE SPONGE]] You're in my [[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]]. Just like the others..."

When he grabbed me and I saw his bleeding black and red-eyed, grinning face, I woke up with a fright.

After a couple of hours I decided to continue playing the game. I don’t know why, but I had to know, I had to figure out why this was happening... So I turned on the computer, turned on the game and selected W.D gaster next.

I still thought that was wacky, playing as W.D gaster, but anyway the level title appeared again and this time it said "...", which I found really freaky.

This time I was in some kind of hallway, didn't really look like it was from any of the classic deltarune chapters, though it has the pixelated style; the floor was shiny and checkered, the walls were a dark greyish purple with animated candlelight’s and a few dark bloodstains here and there, and there was a dark red curtain hanging above on the top part of the screen. Every 12 seconds or so that red curtain sways very slowly, but whenever you're playing the game you can barely see it move. The music was oddly pleasant, a piano playing a rather sad yet peaceful song, but I knew better, this was the song that played in castle town chapter 1, only it wasn't in reverse.

W.D gaster didn't look entirely nervous like kris and susie did, but he did have a suspicious look on his face as if he was just a bit paranoid. He did a little animation when I just left him standing, he turns his head to the left and then to the right at least twice and then shrugs at me, as if he has no idea where he was or what was going on. Even though I was scared outta my mind about what was going to happen, I had W.D gaster continue onward. He did his usual running animation (You know, when you've beaten him at the end of a classic undertale and you chase him) as we continued going through the hallway.

Then I stop at a long flight of stairs leading downward, now I was nervous, even W.D gaster seemed unsure of himself, though I pressed onward.

As I led W.D gaster down the stairs, i've tried to go back with W.D gaster but he just always fell on the stairs . I noticed that the walls have gotten darker and more reddish; the red torches are now an eerie blue. Then we landed onto another hallway, this one was longer than the last one (or at least it felt like it) and then we headed down another flight of stairs down, this one was much longer, took at least 1 full minute.

And then I heard that horrid Kefka laugh again and then the music slowly faded until it was quiet, as it did the walls turned more dark red and the torches were a black flame now.

When W.D gaster landed onto the 3rd hallway, I noticed he now looked really creeped out, though he tried to hide it, I couldn't blame him, I was scared too.

Suddenly, Spamton popped right in front of W.D gaster the same way he did susie and then red static. The red static lasted for about 15 second and then it showed me a most unpleasant image...

The image showed a hyper-realistic of Spamton standing in the darkness where you can only see his face while his head and torso faded into black, and when I say hyper-realistic, I mean like he looked so real you could actually see the lines in his skin, as if you could actually feel the skin if you touched the screen.

His face...oh god, he had the most horrifying smile I had ever seen.

And that's saying something considering I saw that image at the start of the game.

His eyes are wide and black and once again crying blood (Which also looked hyper-realistic) and there were two small glowing red dots in those black eyes staring RIGHT AT ME, as if staring into my mind. His grin was wide and demonic, it literally stretched to the sides of his face like a Cheshire Cat except Spamton had fangs, VERY SHARP fangs, somewhat yellowish and from the look of it, he had stains of blood and small bits of flesh on his lips and fangs as if he ate some animal.

I stared at that gruesome image for a good 30 seconds, never taking my eyes off it, I felt as if he was actually looking at me, smiling at me...that face, it just took 10 seconds for it to etch itself into my brain for good.

Then the screen flickered with red static again 3 times, and on the 3rd time I heard the Kefka laugh, except this time it sounded distorted, demonic even...

It went back to the image again except this time there was the text again though it was messed up, but it was pretty much one of the most horrifying things I looked at since I had this game...

"I AM [[[ BIGSHOT!!!1!!!!!]]]

It was when I read that message while looking at Spamton when it hit me, I realized right there and then.

This Spamton was a monster, a pure evil, sadistic, all-powerful, nightmarish, demented monster... and all of his victims, including kris, susie, W.D gaster and possibly freinds y/n, are just his little toys, and the game is the very gateway into his chaotic, nightmarish world and the very Hell his victims are trapped in.

Suddenly in an actual split second I screamed as Spamton lunged at the screen screeching loudly with his mouth wide open to an unnatural length revealing nothing but a literally spiraling abyss of pure darkness before the red static came again, this time much louder and distorted, so loud that it hurt my ears, I yelled and grabbed my ears as the red static screeched for a good 7 seconds.

Then it stopped and showed nothing but black screen.

As I sat there staring at the black screen, one last text came up.

"Ready for [ HYPERLINK BLOCKED], y/n?"

The Kefka laugh, now sounding more clear as if Spamton was right behind me, played again 3 times as I looked at that text in shock and confusion.

Then I got booted back to the main menu and this time the third save file had a TV image of W.D gaster in the same, tormented state as kris and susie; W.D gaster's skin turned a dull(er) grey, his smile drooped and had blackened, his eyes broke and blood is coming from them and he had a mere dead like expression on his face.

I looked at kris, susie and W.D gaster and I cried a bit, I pitied them for the agony they're going through, they were forever trapped within the game, forever tormented by that horrid no.1 salesman 1997, and always will be.

Then the computer shut itself off, I couldn't turn it back on no matter what I did.

I sat there for maybe 25 seconds, horrified by what had just happened...

Spamton is the very embodiment of evil, he tortures people who play his game in more ways than one and then when he gets bored he drags you into the game, literally drags you to Hell, where he can play with you always, as his toy....

I can't get the game outta my computer. I think it's stuck in there, but at least I managed to turn it back on now.

After I sat there for 25 seconds I heard a voice right behind me, like a whisper...

"Try to keep this [[good deals]] for me, y/n."

I turned around to see where the voice came from, and what I saw made me scream...

Sitting on my bed... staring right at me...

... Was a Spamton plushie, smiling with bloodstains under its eyes.

And he tried to kill me and I destroyed my compulter with my dad's axe and the game is in their.

So that spamton plushie screamed and was on fire and he died that means I did it I won.

And I heard a knock on the door so I open the door and I saw my best friend friends y/n!

And we played normal deltarune chapters together...And that's all folks.

For now.

[penny-the-pissed-poltergeist]

So I read your post about Penny being human being a bad thing and I agree with it all but when in "Freinds" it was said that it was good for Penny to be human? The only the song talk about somthing that relateel to that was that humanity came with a sacrefice and even that is not about her having human body

Also the creepyness of her robotic was also shown in the main show with how RWBY saw how Penny act as weird but as we saw in the show her being a robot was never frame as a bad thing despite it

By the way do you think Penny can come back? And if so how?

"Friend" has lyrics like "Do hugs always make you this warm?" "Humanity it came with sacrifice" and "And to be a girl who finally felt alive", I know aside from the first one they aren't necessarily about her being human but it being the finale's credits theme which was obviously after she turned human makes me feel like they we're written with human Penny being a positive thing in mind.

Most of team RWBY we're unsettled by Penny when they first met her, but the only other time she was shown as particularly off was when she was talking like a chat bot in volume 2 and that was when something was supposed to be wrong with her (emotionally speaking at least)

The main show never really framed her like IQ did with her walking out of a flaming dockyard with and a blank expression on her face, with other characters questioning what happened there afterward.

I doubt Penny will comeback (as herself at least) in canon. If the theorists are right about her coming back and turning her human being wrong thing, I don't know how the writers would address it because RWBYJ would logically be in the wrong and they're quite resistant to the heroes (as a group) ever actually messing up meaningfully.