#can't touch the character right now cause that last game was so fucking intense I felt ill

[mekanikaltrifle]

Winning in the Fruitiness category, only beaten by Equinox. Seems about right for Mr Sowka.

(he was designated Angst-Lord by the Slavic Council and I couldn't stop it, even tho I think his sadness is actually pretty realistic.)

[jimlingss]

It's B from @bang-tan-bitches and I would like to request a yandere fic. It can be BTS OT7 x reader or BTS member of your choice x reader. Similar to your amazing isekai story i would like something similar(a long one shot or a multi-chapter, your choice). Whether YN transmigrates to a game or a novel (not as a villain but maybe as a cannon fodder side character that has little importance to the story and just wants to lay low) but YN captures the attention of the love interest(s) and shit starts getting weird, intense, uncomfortable. Maybe it causes the supposed female lead to turn into the villain, maybe it causes the love interest(s) to turn into the villain(s). Maybe YN realizes that something is wrong with the story/game but can't figure it out. Idk. Time period doesn't matter. Modern. Ancient. Fairytale. Fantasy. Whatever.

If you can do this great! If you can't or don't want to, that's okay too. You're an amazing writer with so much talent and I'm really appreciative of all your work. Thank you for taking requests from your fans, I'm sure you've received a lot.

Take care! 😘💜💜💜

at the start of the pandemic, I was getting back into manga and manhwa and then after a few months, I dawdled off but recently, I’ve been getting back into it again haha so this request came at a pretty good time. Hopefully you won’t mind that I’ve taken some creative liberties with this request lol I think it’s more fun if I keep readers on their toes, including the requester.

On another note, I really shouldn’t be writing all my isekai’s with Taehyung as the main lead but he’s just so fitting asdfghjkl

↳ The Fox Bride

2.6k || 99% Light Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Isekai!AU, Slight Yandere!AU, Nine-Tailed Fox!Taehyung

You are a tutorial character.

But you weren’t always. You still remember being a career woman in the twenty-first century, struggling with overtime and paying bills while trying to keep yourself fed. The success of that ranged from month to month. But more importantly, you still remember that night too.

It was rainy. Your car blew a flat tire. You pulled to the side of the highway and got out.

The last thing that registered was the deafening honk of the semi-truck. 

Then you felt yourself flying upwards.

But when you landed, instead of colliding with the concrete and dying upon impact, you fell back onto your ass in the middle of a market on a dirt road. Transported back a thousand years ago.

Your purpose was fulfilled in the next two minutes. 

“Are you alright?”

The male protagonist had stretched out his hand and helped you up. The hero. The main character. It was obvious with his bright red hair, shining eyes and bronze armour. He was so starkly different from the rest who were gray and drab, including you who was suddenly in a brown shapeless dress. He was practically a neon billboard in the middle of a graveyard.

“Are you Y/N?”

You looked at him, befuddled that he knew your name. But before you could even respond or provide a line of dialogue, he said, “This is a delivery from Baker Jeon. He gives you his thanks.”

The protagonists handed you a loaf of bread. Undoubtedly his first ever quest. 

You looked down, not sure what to do with it.

“Do you know where the blacksmith is?”

You had absolutely no clue. But there was the deafening noise of hammering steel literally ten steps away. You would have to be blind not to see the gruff man shaping a sword at an anvil right on the road and deaf not to hear it. As if that wasn’t enough, the literal sign of the shop read: ‘the blacksmith’.

So you pointed.

“Thanks.” And he trudged off.

You were utterly confused until a background character who said they knew you waved you over. You shared your bread with her, brushed aside when she asked you what was wrong, and you followed her as she walked up to your supposed cottage.

All the while, you saw yourself in the background of the hero’s main quest as he ran through the town.

And that was that.

It wasn’t so hard to figure out where you were or what the hell this was when you put your mind to it. Without much of a job or a family, and no technology but the candle that you had to conserve when night fell, there was ample time.

So you spent it thinking and you eventually solved the mystery.

You were in Beast Boys Harem: A Forbidden Embrace. AKA. a dumb yaoi otome game app that you downloaded on your phone when you were sixteen and bored. You remember because you were too cheap to buy the routes, so you played the tutorial, prologue and read the summaries of the routes online. Now you regret that you didn’t just fork over the goddamn five dollars. 

Even more than that, you regret that you even downloaded the game in the first place.

But at least you’re just a tutorial character. You’re free from the storyline and the plot—

That’s what you thought.

Turns out living a thousand years in the past in a fantasy realm as a woman didn’t bode well. It was probably no different from how it would’ve been like in the medieval ages. You had no trade skills. No one was willing to accept you as an apprentice when you were a woman. You found that you were essentially illiterate with a reading level of a preschooler, no one was willing to teach you, and you had no power or wealth when you were without a father or a husband.

And you’re certain what the landlord and tax-collectors are doing is illegal.

But in this world, in this unjust realm, there is no such thing as the law.

“We know you’re in there!”

You jolt from the heavy pounding on the frail wooden door.

“It’s time to pay up!”

Your hands tremble as you set the candle down that’s still billowing of smoke, the flame smothered out mere seconds ago. As much as you want to hide and pull the blanket over your head, you know that door won’t last. They’ll find you if you’re trapped in here.

“If you can’t, spread those legs of yours!” a low voice spits and there’s chortling from the men.

Someone adds, “Sell your body already!” 

“Open up! Damn whore!”

Without a single possession but the white nightgown clad on your body, you open the latch of the back window. You cringe at the squeak, trying to keep your movements quiet before the door gives way.

You hoist yourself up onto the window ledge. The door bends with the strength of multiple clenched fists against it. Your feet touch the soft grass outside your cottage. The men shout.

And the door finally slams against the wall, hinges broken. 

But by then, you’ve slipped into the shadows.

“Where is she?!”

The blanket is ripped off the bed, curtains are whipped back, every drawer dumped onto the ground and cupboards yanked open. The floor shakes with the weight of their boots and you press your palm to your mouth to silence your panting breaths, slowly stepping away.

“That damn whore slipped through us—!”

But as your shitty luck would have it, a sudden crack has the whole world coming to a standstill.

Shit. You look down at your feet, realizing that the snapping noise came from you stepping on a twig. And it’s exposed your hiding place.

“There she is!” — “Out the back window!”

You grab fistfuls of your dress and bolt. 

“Get her!”

With your cottage on the edge of town, there’s nowhere to run but through the dense woods. It’s shrouded in the darkness, no doubt filled with wild beasts creeping through the thicket. The rustling canopy of the trees doesn’t allow the dim, waning moonlight to illuminate your path.

So you’re left blind. Struggling up the high incline of the forest, feet slipping on dirt and mud. But you keep sprinting with all your might, even when the pointed, coiling branches scrape at your calves until blood sheds and the hem of your dress tears in the underbrush.

“Run, little rabbit!” one of them mocks, “Run!”

The four men continue to give chase, gripping onto their roaring torches, shrieking and howling after you. One of them is manically laughing as if your efforts to flee only adds to the thrill. Their greased hands reach out to snatch you, but the tips of their fingers graze the ends of your hair.

Your teeth are sunk into the bottom of your lip, sobs breaking through your aching chest. Your lungs burn, dying for a break or moment of relief. But you don’t relent and luckily, you manage to build distance between you and the men. Only, that luck comes crashing down by a fucking hole.

A hole in the forest floor that you don’t see. That has your footing all wrong. That makes you scream and fall.

You twist your ankle in a direction it’s definitely not supposed to be in and cry from pain. 

A second later, you force yourself to get up and keep running with tears flooding your eyes and dripping down your cheeks. But it’s more like limping than running, akin to hobbling on one leg and every movement has pain shooting from your swelling ankle.

The effort becomes futile. They surround you within minutes.

“All finished?” The tax-collector’s head cocks with a spreading grin. “You’re not going to keep running?”

Why couldn’t you just fucking die the first time?! Even if it was an awful death where you didn’t have time to prepare yourself or say goodbye to anyone, at least it would’ve been the end. At least you wouldn’t have to suffer.

But there’s no time to grieve. Or hate the new life you’ve been given. This is it. You have to keep going. You have to survive. By any means. You’re about to pick up a branch and uselessly wave it around at them, shout at them to stand back. Anything that you could do to save yourself—

“Who dares come onto my mountain?!”

There’s a deep timbre behind you. A husky voice that quivers the very core of the forest.

As if the wind has swept through, the trees and thicket rustle and it goes silent.

The men fall back onto their asses, some torches clattering to the ground. Their eyes have grown double in size, nearly falling from their sockets and their jaws have dropped to the dirt.

“I-It’s the nine-tailed fox!”

The man scrambles back.

“Demon!” 

Another barely manages to get onto his feet. He turns around and lurches away while shrieking.

They all run. Scattering away as frantically as cockroaches when the light is flickered on.

From your spot on the ground, you turn around with wide eyes. 

Amber irises meet your gawking and they practically glow in the darkness of the forest. He is dressed in a loose, white robe that’s draped over his frame, open to the middle of his chest. And over his honey hair, on the top of his head, his pointed golden ears twitch. By the torch fire still yet to die out, he is illuminated and his shadow is casted on the ground. The blazing flame warms his cold, sharp features. 

He is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. In both worlds you’ve lived in.

And you know who he is.

Taehyung. One of the love interests of the hero. A seductive, sly creature that eventually coaxes the hero into selling him his soul to grant one of his wishes. But Taehyung grows to become an obsessed character that wants to do nothing but monopolize and possess the hero for himself.

That same Taehyung approaches you with his lip curled as you teeter to your feet.

“Run away, girl.” He leans close. “Before I eat you.”

“Stop!” 

On sheer instinct and adrenaline, you push him back. Your palm shoves against his firm chest.

Taehyung stumbles back with his eyes becoming rounded. He looks down to where you had made contact against his body. “Did...you just touch me?”

“What?”

Taehyung’s head darts upwards and he captures your wrist in his hand, squeezing tightly. He tugs you in and on your swollen ankle, you stumble into him. Bodies flush against one another. Your face pressed to his warm chest. His arm coming around your waist to break your fall.

He is aghast. 

“You’re not from this world.” Taehyung’s yellow eyes swirl as they gaze into you. “Where did you come from?”

…

It’s been three days.

“Wed me,” he begs for the seventy sixth time. 

You don’t know why you’re keeping a count.

“No.”

You’re hugging your knees for warmth. The rice paper-paneled doors are slid open and letting in the chilly air. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the cold, but you don’t look at him for long. 

You turn into the corner of his home while sitting on the tatami floors as if you’re putting yourself into time out. But you’d like to say it’s your privacy corner. It’s as private as this abode, which was basically one room, could get. 

Taehyung sighs in frustration, placing his hand on his forehead. His teeth grit. “You’re only making this harder for yourself.” Your silence angers him more. “You can never leave.”

You turn over your shoulder to glare. “Even if I married you, you’d never let me leave anyway.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes on you and then smirks. “You’re right. Wed or unwed, I won’t let you out of my sight. You should feel grateful, girl. You’re the best human I’ve ever treated.”

You quietly scoff.

Maybe you should feel scared. Maybe you should tread more lightly. After all, he’s not a character to be trifled with.

But you know he needs you. That alone gives you power. 

As a beast, Taehyung’s been trapped on this mountain by priests for centuries. The only way he can be free is by feeding off of sexual energy and breaking the barrier. But of course, they also cursed him to be unable to touch any woman in this universe. 

You aren’t from this universe.

You jolt when you realize that while you were lost in thought, Taehyung’s crawled closer. He has a foxy smile, amber eyes searching your expression. “Maybe….maybe I’ll grant you a bit of freedom if you would just give into the temptation and let me have a taste of you.”

As cold as he looks, he is beautiful. He is mischievous when he smirks and sly when he speaks. You are utterly spellbound as you look into his irises. And the temptation he speaks of flickers in the warmth of your belly.

But you turn away.

“I already said we only do that kind of thing after marriage. And I will only marry someone I love.”

Taehyung draws back with an unamused scoff. “What a prudish world you’re from.”

He wanted you the moment you were brought to this house. With the intensity of his stare and your captivated state, you had let him pin you to his floor and you liked it. But then clarity came and you blurted that such an act only happens after marriage. A lie just to buy time.

You didn’t expect for the hero to arrive at Taehyung’s house the next day. With his red hair and bronze armour, he had gotten lost in the forest and knocked on the door. Before you could limp over and answer it, Taehyung jumped off the roof and confronted him.

The guy was thrown off the mountain within five minutes.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were supposed to have a steamy rendezvous. Taehyung was supposed to get the sexual energy from him! 

The story was going off the rails. And you’re not sure what you’re even buying time for anymore.

The both of you know it’s only a matter of time before you break and succumb to his mesmerizing seduction.

Taehyung is cruel, ruthless, obsessive.

But what’s the most bewitching thing about him is the jarring contrast of when he’s clumsy and nurturing. It’s what he regards as his own weakness. What he hides from others. But you felt your heart waver two nights ago when you were shaken awake in the middle of twilight. When you peeked open your eye to see him gingerly wrapping your swollen ankle with bandages.

He looked beautiful in the pale moonlight, ears, tails, sharp features softened—

“Ow!” You wince as he squeezes your ankle, right on your injury.

“You think too much in your head,” he says and looks at you. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts.”

A sadistic smile tugs on Taehyung’s lips. He lets go, but only to lift your chin with his fingers. His plush lips are inches away, his breath warm on your skin and he gazes deep into you. “I won’t let you return to your world. I won’t let you run away. I won’t let anyone harm you.”

“You’re mine now.” Taehyung swears, “You’ll fall in love with me eventually.”

You gulp and he smirks.

The two of you know it’s only a matter of time.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S3:E3; Chapter Three, The Case Of The Missing Lifeguard - [Pt. 5]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘌𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘋&𝘋. 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦.

⚠️: Castle Byers scene. Meaning lots of angst, self destructive thinking, and misguided self punishing

📝: Started making it... had a break down [fr tho]... ¯\_( ツ)_/¯ bon appetite! 👩‍🍳 [edit: told ya 💀]

🔑: underlined and bold means they're talking in Russian

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Warm rain spits from the angry blanket of clouds, falling through the sky and drenching Mike and Lucas to the bone despite their rain gear. Mud splashed up onto their ankles and drenching their socks as their bikes skid up the Byers driveway. Without a thought, they throw their bikes into the ground before racing up onto Will's porch.

It had taken far longer than they cared to admit to decide to go and find Will. To make things right.

Mike was realizing far too late just how right Will was. He didn't even recognize himself anymore. El had become such an important piece of his life, but he hadnt realized until now just how much he let his feelings screw up all the wonderful things he had in his life to begin with. He missed how things used to be. With the party. With Y/n.

With Will.

All the anger he feels towards himself is channeled into his fist banging on Will's front door.

"Will!" He cries. "Will, I'm sorry, man, alright? I was being a total asshole. I've been a total asshole. Please, can you just come outside and we'll talk?"

No answer but the thundering clouds rolling over their heads. He pounds on the door again.

"Will!"

Lucas hurries to the window, cupping his palms against the glass and peering inside. He knocks on the window, doing his best to peer around the curtains and furniture obscuring his sight.

"Hey, Will! Come on, man! We're sorry!" He knocks again, growing nervous. "Will!"

||𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

'Sorry, man. Curfew,'

'For the last time, Will! No!'

-'What, so I should be locked up all day, too?'

-'Maybe!'

Huffing, I throw the wrinkling comic book into the old mattress. Nothing was working. Nothing was enough to distract me. I was too angry.

I looked down at the withered cover of the comic book I had just thrown, my chest sinking further. Dustin's X-MEN 134, he gave it to me after that night at the hospital.

Thinking about it now, I can't even remember the last time all seven of us hung out as a party. I don't count Dustin's welcome home. Mike and El couldn't be bothered to pretend to care, and Lucas and Max kept ganging up on Dustin. Dustin was understandably upset and not wanting anything to do with us, leaving just me and Y/n. And now, not even her.

How did everything get so messed up?

What was I doing wrong?

I looked around the walls of Castle Byers, a lump forming in my throat. Everywhere I looked, I was painfully reminded of the truth.

My friends don't want me anymore.

I keep telling myself that's bullshit, but the more I do the more it feels like a lie.

They're moving on without me.

Friends don't just forget you, I reasoned. They don't just abandon you.

Then why were they doing just that?

Maybe they weren't my real friends. Friend's don't do what they did.

Everything hurts. I've been telling myself I'm fine, that I'm overreacting but I don't think I am anymore. I'm just tired. I'm tried of feeling like this. I'm tired of being pushed aside, especially when I need them most.

They didn't use to be like this, I tell myself. But somehow that just hurts more.

I had people that cared about me, who were willing to risk their lives to save me. Twice.

And now they don't give me a second thought.

I was shaking now, but I don't think it's from the rain. The storm had finally reached me, seeping through the walls and dampening my clothes and hair.

Another painful realization hits me; Castle Byers looked just like it had the night I built it with Jonathan.

Even though this night was so much like the night Castle Byers was constructed, it couldn't feel more different. More unfamiliar.

My teary eyes find my first D&D manual, propped up against the wooden walls, soaked and forgotten like me. I'm painfully reminded of the night all this started.

I remember it as clear as if it were yesterday, and yet it feels light-years away.

'Something is coming. Something hungry for blood.'

《•••》

"What is it?" I ask, edging further off my seat.

This time it's Dustin who cuts in, "What if it's the Demogorgon?"

Oh, great, I think, throwing myself back in my seat with an anxious huff. We're not ready to face a Demogorgon!

Beside me, Y/n draws in an equally anxious breath.

"Oh, Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon." Dustin rambles on.

"It's not the Demogorgon." Lucas says, assuring us all.

《•••》

My eyes trail to one of my favorite drawings; Will The Wise and Y/C/N. The one I had made when Y/n was first constructing her character. The one that hung in my room for so long, always cheering me up. The one that gave my mom the idea to help me communicate my now memories.

The one that Y/n always threatened to steal for her room as often and as recently as her last visit. The memory of her warm touch lingering on my cheeks burned as bright as the blush raging over me that night so long ago.

'Wait a minute... Did you guys hear that?'

《•••》

The anticipated silence in the basement left by Mike grew louder as he leaned in.

"Boom..." His voice grows louder. "Boom," Louder.

"BOOM!" Mike bellows, slamming his hands against the flat surface, rattling the table and all its contents.

The sudden noise was enough to make me and my friends jump, as was the sudden hand grabbing for my own.

All the more startled, I look down to see Y/n's hand grasping my arm like a lifeline. I feel my skin flush, my cheeks surely reddened as I catch her eye. She looked flustered, smiling a small smile before retracting her hand and returning to the game, unknowingly leaving me in a dizzying blush.

•••

"Will, your action!"

"Fireball!" I cry, throwing the dice to the board with a satisfying rattle.

"FOURTEEN!"

My friends erupt into cheers, all around me as we celebrate together.

"BOOM!"

"Direct hit!" Mike cries, beaming proudly at me across the table. "Will the Wise's fireball hits the Thessalhydra!"

Our excited shouts fill the basement, each and every one of us victorious. My smile can't get any wider when I feel Y/n's hands grip my shoulder and begin shaking me excitedly. We both laugh, feeling on top of the world with our cheering friends by our side.

《•••》

Pained, I look away only to find the proof right in front of my eyes. My three favorite pictures; all of them, my friends and me — happy — staring back up at me.

Our photo from the science fair, encased in the popsicle frame Mike had made bearing all of our characters' names along the side. I brought it here, I brought all my favorite pictures here, to Castle Byers — to my safe place — cause that's where I knew I would need their comfort the most.

But as I look at them now, all I feel is bitterness and pain. I'm reminded of just how much everything has changed.

The science fair was a reminder of the good thing I had before that night. Before everything started.

Y/n and me, at the Snow Ball. My arm wrapped around her, the two of us grinning nervously. It wasn't just the night Y/n and I had first kissed, it was also the first night I felt like the Party had gotten bigger. All of us, Max and El included had been happy. Everyone was laughing and getting along, the happiest we had ever been — the strongest. But now I see it was really the beginning of the end.

It had been coming for so long and I didn't even see it.

And Halloween. Last Halloween, everything had been perfect. For just one. Single. Stupid. Moment.

Shakily, I pick up the photo Jonathan had taken of all of us in our costumes. We were all smiling.

We were all happy.

'Who you gonna call?'

《•••》

I beam as I see my friends pulling up, looking just as excited as I felt.

"Ghostbusters!" I finish, watching as they look me over, happily surprised.

"Hey, Spengler!"

"Egon! Looking sharp!" Y/n grinned, pulling me into a quick hug.

"Janine!" I beam. "Venkman!"

《•••》

As I look at it now, my eyes and throat stinging as Mike's voice echoes louder than ever in my mind.

'I mean, what did you think, really?'

What was I thinking?

'That we were just gonna sit in my basement all day, playing games for the rest of our lives?'

How could I have been so naive?

'it's not my fault you can't move on!'

How could I have been so... so...

"Stupid." I tell myself, my voice splitting in my throat. "So stupid!"

My hands trembling violently with rage and my own sobs, I tear the photo in two.

I was stupid. Stupid to believe I was as big of a priority to them as they were to me.

I rip the drawing off the walls, tearing it to pieces.

Stupid to ever think they'd still cared about me.

I rip and tear and crumple up every meaningful piece of them in an act of defiance.

They won't care. I think bitterly. They won't miss these, they probably won't even notice. Not like I would have.

I grab my bat.

How could I be so fucking stupid?!

Why was I hanging on to all this stuff anyway? Why was I clinging so tightly to something that was already gone?

Because I've been stupid. I'm just some stupid kid that won't grow up.

I storm out of the tent.

I'm just some stupid kid who can't grow up. They made that perfectly clear.

I stand in the pouring rain now, heart thundering in my chest as I stare at the piece of my childhood I couldn't let go of.

So. Stupid.

And I start swinging.

I swing and I swing, with an anger and frustration I've never felt so intensely until now. It's been building my whole life and I didn't realize it. Every swing is simultaneously the best and the worst I've ever felt. Every slur I've heard from my dad, from Troy, is channeled into the bat. Every ounce of frustration and fear I felt since I came back from the Upside Down that nobody understood. Every laugh, every jeer, every single moment I've felt alone is channeled into the destruction of the one place on this earth I ever felt safe.

But it holds up and in the back of my mind, I hear Jonathan again.

'And it took so long cause you were so bad at hammering'

And I start kicking, and I start ripping the walls apart until it's a crumpled heap and I stop.

The sight of Castle Byers in ruins breaks me even harder.

I didn't want it gone, but I did it anyway. That part of me that was angry at myself, told me to keep going. Cause that's what I deserved for believing things could stay the same even though deep down I knew that wasn't true.

I finally stop when I see the castle in ruins.

Exhausted, I collapse to the ground beside the wreckage.

As I sob, stewing in the pain and overwhelming grief I felt I was drowning in, the rain pours heavily over me, soaking me to the bone.

Just as it had the night it had been built.

And now, Castle Byers was gone.

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

When blue meets yellow in the west.

8:41 pm. It was almost time.

The yellow and blue clock hands were illuminated by a flash of lightning, streaking through the mall's skylight. Starcourt had long since closed, and the real activity was just beginning.

Stationed at the loading docks near the back, standing under the worst storm Hawkins had seen in years were two guards. They watched through the downpour as the scheduled truck backed its way under the concrete cover.

And perched on the roof, just out of sight sat Dustin, Steve, and Robin, scouting from under their rain slickers.

"Look for Imperial Panda and Kauffman Shoes," she reminds them.

Steve wipes away at the rain dripping into his eyes, squinting even further to get a clear picture Dustin already has.

A man in a bright yellow raincoat emerges from a hidden side door, a trolley cart full of packages marked with a familiar insignia.

"They're with that whistling guy!" Dustin says suddenly, motioning out from behind the only pair of binoculars.

"What do you think's in there?" Steve wonders, eyeing the Lynx logo on the back of their many yellow jackets.

"Guns? Bombs?"

"Chemical weapons?" Robin tries.

"Whatever it is," Dustin says, now cautiously studying the heavily armed guards. He had to admit to himself, they really weren't trying very hard not to be obvious. "they're armed to the teeth."

"Great," comes Steve's sarcastic voice, once again rubbing at his eyes, silently wishing he had brought a coat with a hood. "That's great."

A soft clink that would have been obnoxiously loud had it not been for the noise of the storm brings their attention to another guard. Having pressed a glowing button on a small control panel, two large metal doors swung open to reveal another room.

"Hey!" Robin says, squinting through the rain as she tries to get a glimpse without the binoculars. "What's in there?"

"It's just more boxes,"

"Let me check it out," Steve says, grabbing for the binoculars.

Huffing, Dustin fought to keep his grip on the binoculars. "No, I'm still looking!"

"Lemme see it!"

"Hang on!"

Steve's grip had loosened with the slick of rain, sending the binoculars knocking into the cement. The issue had already been forgotten when they saw the guards' attention had been stolen. Simultaneously, the three of them dove to the ground in a panic.

The guards began to pace, grip on their firearms tightening as they gaze out into the night. Seeing nothing but empty roofs and angry skies above them, they unknowingly miss the trio huddled against the roof wall.

Just out of sight to the right of Dustin, Steve and Robin sat panting as they try to calm their racing hearts. Way too close a call. And neither of them had realized what they had done until their eyes landed on their entertained hands. Just as quickly as they notice, they break apart, embarrassed.

Down below, the guards were now on high alert. One of them, unable to shake the feeling of being watched, stalked into the rain with his eyes deadset on an open spot on the roof. He was certain he heard the noise come from that direction.

"Stay here!" He orders to the other. "Watch the door!"

Reluctantly, his partner complies and inches back towards the doors.

When he finally reaches the top of the stairwell, he hesitates only a moment before he throws the roof door open, gun cocked.

But he was met only with steady claps of thunder and an empty roof.

Had he been wrong?

Or had he just missed whoever had been here?

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Clothes drenched, their shoes sloshing underneath their feet like sponges, Steve, Robin, and Dustin slip out from the shadows and make their way throughout the back halls behind the scenes of Starcourt.

"Well, I think we sound your Russians," Robin quips.

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A note:

You guys voted sm ut for V-day you got it! This short smut was a challenge to write. I began working on it at the beginning of last month and it went through countless 360 changes and drafts as I always seemed to get stuck. Perhaps it is because of my lack of sm ut writing juice lol. S/O to the writing websites that aided in sparking up some sort of idea. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par for you and if you imagine the characters differently. 

I'm not one to write much dialogue so if you were expecting that I'm sorry.

It's come to my attention that not all sex is magical so I tried to be a little realistic. Sex isn't perfect it has it's moments. 

Warning: Suggestive Language, Descriptive scenes, slight kink, oral, and penetration.

She swaggered down the hallway leading to Torquil’s office as if she were working a runway. She was fueled with confidence driven by desire. Her beautiful black suede DG military pumps accented with gold halted before Travers’ office door. She tugged at her plaid white skirt with ruffled hem and fixed her matching blazer along with the cuffs of her fitted white blouse. She entered within cautiously.

"It's nice to see you, Lestrange," her director greeted upon her entrance into his office "Mr. Travers," she returned

He shifted in his chair tilting his head to the side studying Leta for several seconds ere assigning her, her task for the time being. The man moved his jaw in advance to pointing at a stack of folders filled with papers with his pen. "Why don't you run those assignments by the Aurors?" he husked. She seized the heavy stack of folders in her arms eyeing him. She then exited his office and made her way to the Aurors area. She was frustrated at the event that Travers had suspended her sinful fantasy of her and Theseus. It had been some time since they'd done anything together. Work took up a majority of their time and the time remaining they had was spent resting. The tension had built up inside of her and she hungered for it.

"Your assignment Leon," she announced tilting her body to the side so that it'd allow for easy access to the stack of folders. She continued with her task feeling like she was at Hogwarts again when professors would sometimes make students hand back assignments to their classmates. She snaked her route to her lover's office which resided a ways away from the rest of the Aurors workspace. Typically she stayed away from him as she didn't want it to seem like their relationship affected her work ethic. But today was different she needed him.

Her hand laid on the slender sinuous golden doorknob as she opened the deep brown wooden door inviting herself into his office. There he was sat at his desk typing up a report. It was silent all that could be heard was the tapping of the keys on his typewriter. He paused his eyes meeting Leta who now stood before his desk. She set down the remaining assignments she had to hand out carelessly. "Leta now is not a good time I'm occupied with this report." he murmured. "You seem stressed" she purred walking to the large windows surrounding his office closing the blinds. She moved around to where he was seated. He took off his spectacles throwing them onto the desk and let out a sigh rubbing the bridge of his nose "It's just that this has been eating my time away and I just can't seem t-" she placed a finger against his lips. She bit her lower lip her brown eyes searching his face "you deserve a break, don't you think?" She ran her fingers lightly over his inner thigh generating shivers. He stood up from his chair his body on autopilot using his right hand to stroke her cheek his eyes peered into hers leading up to an intense kiss. He knew why she was there and he was up for it.

He guided her toward the wall using his body. He was caught up in kissing her that he wasn't aware of a small pile of books in their path. Leta stumbled over them pausing their kiss. Their lips just barely touching as they breathed each other's air. She let out a giggle. He pinned her wrists against the wall resuming what begun. He kissed her hard as if he were desperate. His tongue swirled around hers. She was breathless. He started rucking her shirt up following his splayed hand up across her stomach to her chest. He forced his knee between her thighs as his hand traveled further up wrapping around her neck. His lips brushed against her ear, "How naughty of you Leta to make me want you right here, right now." Theseus growled. He pressed his knee against her mound resulting in her skirt hitching up. Her hips rolled in an endeavor to please herself using his knee. She whimpered at him removing his knee. He wanted her to be patient in the end a glorious reward would come. "Stop teasing me," she whispered beggingly. All Theseus could do was a smirk and let out a chuckle. He shook his head side to side his thumb swiping over his lips as if contemplating. "Patience." he just answered. Theseus wanted more than anything to be buried deep inside her it was apparent. His bulge arose leaving an imprint on his pleated trousers but, he was patient, unlike his lover.

He pulled her further out from the wall grasping her chin and tilting it up. He felt the aura of lust intensely emanating from her. The moment their gaze met, her eyes blazed. Leta felt hazy. His voice was stern "I want you to get on your knees." She did so quickly her knees sinking into the hard floor. It was an unpleasant feeling and one sure to leave her knees red. Her fingertips pinched the silver zipper pulling it downwards. She removed his trousers they now laid on the ground around his ankles. Momentarily his underwear joined along. His full member sprung out. She dipped her tongue into the slit flicking the precum into her mouth. Cupping his balls tenderly she pursed her lips together allowing for a trail of saliva to flow upon his shaft. Her left hand kneaded at them slowly as her right hand wrapped around the wet shaft and started to spread the saliva. Her right hand moved up and down in a twisting-like motion. She slid the head of his member into her mouth her cheeks hollowing. Soon it became engulfed in wet heat. She gave him a sloppy blow-job the suction and pressure causing her cheeks to hollow further. Her eyes shifted upwards solely to be faced with Theseus peering down at her in anticipation. His breathing was ragged his fingers combing through her waves becoming entangled in the sea of silk. She swallowed around his slick member. Occasionally it would escape her lips. A marginal grunt reverberated from the back of his throat. He removed her hands in advance to thrusting his member in and out of her mouth. "I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours," he crooned his grip on her head was firm. In result, she choked tears flowing down her flushing cheeks. He slowly pulled out of her finishing in her mouth. She inhaled sharply heart pounding her reddened lips quivered. He caressed her hot cheek with the back of his hand "I'm sorry Leta you just make a man lose control."

Helping her up from the floor he clumsily transported her to his cluttered desk setting her on the end. He dragged her skirt off his fingers then making their way to the band of both her stockings and panties. He pulled them off as well ripping them in the process. Theseus kneeled down his optics examining her pot oozing with nectar. Both the index finger and the middle finger started to stroke the swollen slit. She was considerably excited. She bit her lips while supporting her upper body and observed him. Occasionally he would part her swollen labia and catch a flash of fleshy pink. He knew that the best way to please his lover was by stimulating her sensitive clit. He parted his lips and began to flick his tongue against her button. Her legs trembled instantly each time his tongue came into contact. She arched her hips begging for more. "Oh God, fuck yes," she cried out. Her body was scorching specifically her lower region. Blood roared in her ears her mind clouded with ecstasy. Continuing with his tongue, he worked his fingers inside of her, her juices creating squelching noises. A strangled noise left the back of her throat as she jerked her hips. It felt like electricity was running through her body furthermore it was overwhelming.

"Theseus!" she gasped "Mmm?" he returned "If you don't stop I'm going to," she pleaded "Is that a bad thing?" he teased.

Her entrance pulsated as fire pooled low in her abdomen. She went limp, panting heavily. He smiles proudly of himself "I didn't think of you to be a squirter." It was unfortunate that only the man gained more pleasure from sex compared to the woman but, he had done his job.

He forced her up in advance to turn her around. She was now bent over his desk her chest creasing the papers that lay. His member sunk into her pussy adrenaline rushing in his veins. Theseus groaned and Leta's skin prickled, she was elated to have him inside of her. "You have no clue as to how bad I wanted this," she cooed. He pulled her hair back off of her sweaty face "I think I do," he rasped. Setting pace his hips slammed into her. She melted at his cock pounding her vagina. Theseus was focused, his breathing was ragged and heavy. His hands held onto the curves of her waist. He had noticed that nowhere on her body was a straight line. She was intricate unlike him. "Fuck," he whispered frustrated in the result of losing his rhythm as his cock slipped out. Despite the slip-up, he got back into the game. Every thrust felt like crashing waves. There was no straight in and out of her entrance he moved side to side frenetically. She tightened around him wet noises coming from her. "Oh God Theseus I've missed this," she mewled "all during my workday I was thinking about doing this." She was collapsing onto the desk moaning quietly. They couldn't risk getting caught. Her rump rippled with every thrust going in "I want to fill you up with my cum Leta," he huffed. "Cum in me," she cried out her slender fingers gripping the sides of his desk for dear life as he pulled on her hair. Her breath hitched in harmony with his groaning as he neared climax. His strokes became sloppy yet passionate. She felt his cock pulsing inside of her as cum flowed out of his member. It felt like a spring coiling tightly and then being released to him "Oh fuck yes, Leta" he moaned pulling his member out just in time to allow some of his semen to ooze out of her entrance. He rubbed her left asscheek in advance to giving it a smack.

She turned around with a smile on her face regulating her breathing, breathless from their encounter "Thank you" she breathed "No, thank you" he returned sonorously winking at her. She cupped his cheeks as their kisses rolled over each other.

"Leta Lestrange please report to Torquil Travers's office immediately." Her director didn't sound happy over the intercom. She realized that an hour had passed since entering Theseus's office and she hadn't completed her task. "You best get going" he urged helping his lover throw on her clothes. She noticed her stockings were ripped "I can't go like this!" she was frantic. Her fiance grabbed his wand moving his wrist lightly "Reparo" he commanded mending the rips in her stockings. She grabbed the stack of assignments and cracked open the office door peering out into the hall as she didn't want anyone to see her coming from Theseus's office. It would arouse suspicion within her fellow peers as she was missing for an hour. The coast was clear she hurriedly paced to Travers' office.  She swung open his door and threw herself into the room "you needed me?" she questioned

"There you are, Miss. Lestrange, I see you still haven't completed your task and you were out of everyone's sight for an hour," he muttered clenching his fist. Torquil took note of her disheveled appearance and the musky smell of her sweat "Care to tell me what happened" he growled. Leta gulped holding the remaining assignment folders close to her chest "I had a run in sir." He sat back in his chair and scoffed "A run in? how convenient." he clasped his hands together "Listen, don't embarrass me and don't embarrass yourself Lestrange understood?" he gritted his teeth awaiting her reply. She inhaled and exhaled deeply "Yes Mr. Travers."

[tyranttortoise]

Do you know the Bean boozled challenge? How about we have a round with the skeleton brothers? You can pick which pair, or do all of them if you'd like. If you don't know what it is, it's a box of jelly beans and a spinner. you spin and get a picture and two flavors. ex: peach or vomit. The bean in question looks the same so you can't tell which is which until you eat it. So say, if classic sans got vomit and papyrus got peach how would they react? or vice versa? or both peach or both vomit?

(*So, I love Beanboozled.  I actually got this game for Christmas and played it with my coworkers.  I still have it, so I decided to make this imagine a little more interesting/realistic, I’m going to actually play the game and spin for the characters.  

Hoo boy, here we go. )

It’s game night at the skelebros’ house, and Frisk has brought over a new game to try!  Papyrus is super hype when he hears that it involves human food, and when the flavors are explained, he starts to get a little confused.  “GRASS CLIPPINGS IN CANDY?  THAT’S.. UH, OF COURSE I KNEW THAT HUMANS ENJOY THAT!”

“i think it’s just to weed out the ones with weak stomachs, bro.”

“OH!  WELL, IN THAT CASE, I’LL DEFINITELY WIN!  I DON’T EVEN HAVE A STOMACH!  NYEH HEH HEH!”  

Undyne slams a fist on the table.  “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, PAPS?  YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT MY WILLPOWER?!”

Papyrus poses confidently and his scarf starts to waft behind him despite the fact that everyone is indoors.  “NOT EVEN YOU CAN DEFEAT THE GREAT PAPYRUS AT BEANS-OF-BOOZED!”

“U-uhh.. it’s.. actually Beanboozled,” Alphys chimes in nervously.  

“Are you sure this game is safe, my child?” Toriel, meanwhile, is looking over the box.  She’s under the impression that eating anything to do with barf is detrimental to one’s health.  Asgore takes a seat on the other side of Frisk as the sole human nods.  

“Well, shall we get started?  Who wants to go first?”

Undyne:

She aggressively flicks the spinner, glaring at it as everyone leans in with anticipation.  

It lands on Buttered Popcorn or Rotten Egg.  Alphys cringes beside her.  Undyne picks up the jelly bean and holds it up, trying not to make a face.  "PFFT, I know this is going to be BUTTERED POPCORN!“  Maybe if she’s confident about it, it’ll come true.  

It’s Rotten Egg.

It takes her a few chews to place the flavor, but once she does, she freezes up.  She doesn’t want to make a face, but she can’t help it.  Alphys cringes beside her. "Wa..Was it the egg..?”

“NO!  IT WAS DELICIOUS!”  Undyne lies, trying to swallow the rest without chewing.  "This game is too easy, punk!  Your turn, Paps.“  

The taste remains thick in her mouth no matter how many times she swallows.  

Papyrus:

Paps feels pretty good about the game after seeing it be no big deal to Undyne.  He spins the spinner and intensely watches the arrow traverse the circle.  "PLEASE DON’T LET IT BE AWFUL!  NOT.. NOT THAT IT WOULD MATTER!”

Berry Blue or Toothpaste.  That’s not too bad.  He relaxes and fishes out the blue jellybean.  

YEAH, THAT’S TOOTHPASTE ALL RIGHT.

It actually.. doesn’t taste bad.  He spends his time thoughtfully chewing it and rolling it around his mouth.  Is it cleaning his teeth?  That would be a nice touch.  

“Well?” Undyne impatiently prompts.

“IT WAS TOOTHPASTE!  BUT STRANGE JELLY BEANS ARE NO MATCH FOR ME!”

Sans:

Sans begins to wonder if maybe his brother’s tastebuds are just off.  That would explain his cooking..  Welp, he thought this game was going to be a little rough, but it seems mild now, so he shrugs and takes his spin without paying much attention.  

Strawberry Banana Smoothie or Dead Fish?

His eyelights go out.  

*the hell kind of sadistic game?

It takes him a second to figure out which jelly bean does along with it because the options for those and the one for Peach/Barf look really similar, but once he does, he shrugs and pops it into his mouth.  He chews twice.

WELP IT’S DEAD FISH GUYS, IT’S DEAD FISH.

(*Okay, fuck, seriously?)

Immediately, he spits it out on the table.  It’s worse than anything his brother has made, and the taste is overtaking his senses.  He grabs Frisk’s drink from across Toriel and starts downing it without permission.  Everyone is staring.

“…So… Dead Fish?” Asgore quietly inquires, while Sans tries to force his eyelights to reignite.  

“Are you all right, Sans?”  Toriel asks in concern, tentatively rubbing his back.

“y-yeah, i thought there was something fishy about this game.  heh.”

He’s never playing this again.

Toriel:

After seeing that display, Toriel is cautious.  She no longer wants to play, but she doesn’t want to hurt Frisk’s feelings by refusing, so she decides to be a good sport and spin.

Coconut or Spoiled Milk?

She sniffs the jelly bean when she picks it up.  It doesn’t smell promising.  

It’s Spoiled Milk.

(*ARE THERE ANY GOOD FLAVORS IN HERE WHAT IS THIS C'MON)

From her face it’s easy to tell that it’s horrible rancid milk flavored, but she doesn’t want to just be rude and spit the partially-chewed jelly bean onto the table like Sans.  She looks around in a panic, and Asgore hands her a handkerchief to dispose of the food.  She even wipes her tongue on the fabric afterward, desperate to rid herself of the taste.  Papyrus ends up running to the kitchen to get her some water.

“Looks like you got a bad one, too, dear,” Asgore says gently, which earns him a cold stare from Toriel, who’s still not on the friendliest of terms with her ex.  

“I don’t understand what the point of this game is, child,” she admits, looking to Frisk, who shrugs a little.

Frisk:

“It’s just to see who can last the longest or get the luckiest, I guess.  It’s fun to see what flavor you’ll get,” they explain, spinning for their turn.

Chocolate Pudding or Canned Dog Food.  Well, it could be worse.  They’ve eaten some pretty questionable things in the past, including some of the food found Underground.  

They tense, preparing themselves for the worst, but.. it’s just Chocolate Pudding.  They sigh in relief and give everyone’s inquisitive stares a thumbs up.

“Looks like you and Undyne are the lucky ones so far,” Asgore observes with a slight chuckle.  

“Y-yeah.. Lucky,” Undyne mutters.

Asgore:

He’s found the game exciting to watch so far, so he’s eager to take his turn.  Game nights remind him of fonder times, back when he and Tori were still a family.  Now, seated around a table like this, he felt.. nostalgic.

Welp enough living in the past, time to eat some jelly beans!  The spinner lands on the same thing as Frisk, but that’s no fun, so he’s urged to spin again if he wants by the human.  Why not?  

Caramel Corn or Moldy Cheese?

There’s no DETERMINATION to be found in this kind of cheese, Frisk thinks as they watch Asgore search for the appropriate jelly bean.  Like Toriel, he sniffs it, and yeah, doesn’t smell promising.  Regardless, he tosses it in his mouth and chews.  He’s prepared for the worst and flinches when the taste first hits his tongue, but.. after a few more chews, he realizes it’s just Caramel Corn.  

Phew.  He sighs in relief and leans back.  "That wasn’t bad, actually.“  Sans and Toriel give him a cold, hard stare, and he chuckles nervously, before sliding the spinner closer to Alphys.  

"Your turn now.”

Alphys:

“U-uh… o..okay,” Alphys stammers, nervous and already thinking of the worst possible outcome.  She reaches out and gulps.  "Here.. here I g-go..!“

Strawberry Banana Smoothie or Dead Fish?  

She begins to sweat, remembering Sans’s reaction.  She knew the flavor must be horrible for him to react that way; nothing usually gets under his skin. "C-can I spin again?  Since, uh, since Sans already t-tried it?”

Everyone agrees, and she relaxes, spinning it again.

Strawberry Banana Smoothie or Dead Fish?

…. Everyone is quiet.  Alphys slowly reaches forward and flicks the spinner again.

Strawberry Banana Smoothie or Dead Fish?

The room is tense.  Alphys is shaking.  There’s no way her luck can be this bad.  She tries one last time.

STRAWBERRY BANANA SMOOTHIE OR DEAD FISH?!?!?!

“OH FOR ASGORE’S SAKE!” Undyne rages, jolting to her feet and gripping the side of the table.  She’s about to flip it, and Alphys panics, grabbing her wrist.  

“I-it’s okay, it’s okay!  I’ll just eat it!  I.. I bet I get the Strawberry Banana Smoothie, so it won’t even be a big deal!”

Undyne only calms down marginally, her chest heaving.  Alphys nervously fumbles with the packages, searching for the correct jelly bean.  Finally, she locates it and pops it into her mouth, while Undyne grasps her by the shoulders and presses her face in close, looking for the first sign of distress.

It’s Strawberry Banana Smoothie.  Alphys sighs in relief and Undyne hugs her, causing the reptilian scientist to blush bright pink across her scales.  

“WOWIE!  I WAS ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT THE ENTIRE TIME!”  Papyrus pipes up.  "I THINK THAT GAME’S A LITTLE TOO INTENSE FOR ANOTHER ROUND!“

Everyone agrees.