#like val sees hell as a continuation of the things happening in life. just w/ the power dynamics always privileging him

[cruelplatonic]

my personal headcanon is the vees were unremarkable nobodies when they were alive. i just love it as a thematic throughline for them. they love to let the public of hell speculate on them being famed and acclaimed since before death, but the the truth is they were a d-list failed influencer that got by on cheap controversey and scamming, a broke junkie who burned every shaky bridge he ever had, and a worn-out broadcast production assistant with more rejected auditions and tossed out script pitches than he could count. nobody missed them when they were gone, nobody cared who they were until they were dead.

[ennui-gt]

Here it is. A Piece Of Borrower Content Written Entirely In Stream Of Consciousness:

AN: so this is incomplete and very…needs revisions to the timeline to incorporate some things I added later! It’s the original universe that Mira’s from! I edited it like Slightly to just change Ross’s name to Ross (if u see Max anywhere that’s his old one I just felt like changing it so that’s just him but different. Anyway) Everything's under the readmore tab, cheers!

The Library Fairy:

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Basic Plot (Chrono, comic starts from human perspective abt the ‘legend of the library fairy’ ig maybe. Nothing here is permanent cept the characterization)

Part A

1- Mira is borrower currently chillin in a college library

2- She lives off of the cafe on the second floor nd reads lots and lots of stuff about everything when the upper floors close (lower floor open 24/7 but upper floors r vacant p much after 12:00 AM)

3- she starts getting increasingly curious about human stuff cos she’s literate nd books r pry neat

4- it starts one night when she spots an unattended notebook and a half eaten blueberry muffin, nd it’s 12:30 so nobody’s coming back in atm (it’s the 80s so no laptops for the plebians quite yet)

5- so she goes ‘welp’ nd takes part of the muffin, then sees the work on the page and goes ‘hmmmm this is incorrect’ so she helps our and leaves notes here n there to point the kid in the right direction and puts down some book refs for further study bcos at this point she’s been there for 2 years and she knows where most things are

6- she stays behind to see if the human comes back for it, hidden in a hidey hole near the desk

7- human comes in, sees notebook, practically melts w relief nd stuffs it in his bag

8- next day human comes back nd leaves nother notebook and a cookie, along w a hidden camera

9- Mira goes ‘o boy, this a trap, innit’

10- Mira then decides ‘eh whatever I haven’t had contact w anyone in years now so I might as well’

11- she steals the camera film nd leaves a lil scrap of paper saying ‘nice try ;)’ on it

12- student comes back, sees paper, goes ‘dammit’, then leaves note addressed to the ‘library fairy’ and another cookie, as well as more of their work for her to help with

13- bout a decade goes by and now the “Library Fairy” is an urban myth, it’s currently 2003 so she’s also wound up on the school’s unofficial Wikipedia page under ‘local cryptids’

14- most library employees know of her but they don’t go looking out of fear stemming from superstitions bout her, somehow the legend grew from ‘can’t be photographed’ to ‘a student once saw her and died that day’

15- there’s now a small shrine devoted to her where ppl bring offerings hoping to get good grades in return, sometimes they will leave papers for her to proofread nd stuff

16- new prof (named Alexei) finds online article thinks he Knows What’s Up bcos he had a borrower friend as a kid, but they left when borrower’s fam found out about them knowing each other

17- he leaves note wedged in one of her secret entrances behind outlet, asking if she can meet w him at some point

18- Mira, already In it, goes ‘Okay. Alright. This has gone on for long enough. Time to go and never return’ but ofc she’s curious as all hell and like she decides she will at least honor the guy’s request for a convo b4 she goes, but on her terms and w/o speaking face 2 face

19- they Talk in the library after hours, bcos he paid off the janitor to let him stay after hours nd most of the student employees recognize him as a prof nd leave him alone

20- they talk again for every subsequent night

21- she uhhhh finally decides to reveal herself nd prays that her hunch was right nd he won’t try to grab her or anything

22- he doesn’t but she’s nervous so she winds up gettin caught in her own climbing rope like idiot, is now dangling from ceiling in tangled mess

23- he stifles chuckle nd she says smthn sarcastic

24- he moves closer and offers to untangle her

25- she’s like ‘please’

26- so he do, but her grip on the rope slips nd he has to catch her

26- so now she’s in his hand and he just sets her down and now he’s a bumbling embarrassed mess bcos he said he wasn’t going to hold her and he just did and o dear pls forgib him

28- nd she’s like ‘dude u just saved my life it’s fine ur fine chill’

29- internally she’s going HOLY FUCK AAAAAAA but externally, her human’s already worked up enough as it is so she’s gotta b the level headed one

29.5- after a while they both kinda get used to each other more, he gets tenure, they celebrate, some more stuff happens, Aleksei got married (not to Mira, Mira hasn’t actually rly thought about being in a relationship w anyone cos she’s laser focused on gaining as much knowledge as possible)

30- eventually Alexei’s like ‘hey so I’m dean of faculty for the biotech branch now uhhhh would u like actual job teaching students? Cos, uh, you can do it remotely thru online lectures n stuff, no in person interaction, and I uh was just kinda wondering—‘

31- she’s like ‘yes. Yes!!! LET ME HELP PEOPLE OFFICIALLY KINDA’

32- so now she’s a professor, and has revealed her Secret a few times here n there to a number of the faculty, nd she has recorded her own findings in a personal journal

33- ‘humans will treat u like a human if they think ur human first. The kids call it ‘catfishing’’

34- enter Ross, an mall goth who accidentally tripped headfirst into a premed program

35- Mira’s favorite field of study is bio so naturally she’s his prof for a majority of his classes

36- being the good boy that he is, he now knows Mira’s secret. There is an Entire Chapter on him finding out and legit just continuing their conversation as if everything was normal bcos he thought that was how he was supposed to handle the situation

37- then she says ‘u can ask questions, u know’ he’s like OH THANK FUCK CAUSE I HAVE SEVEN HUNDRED OF THOSE

38- and now he kinda knows what to look for in terms of ‘do borrowers live here check yes or no’

39-in his apartment, the answer is yes and he mistakenly kinda stumbles upon the mom one night when he wakes up in the middle of the night for Snack and opts to pretend like its not happening. Unfortunately the thing she was trying 2 borrow (piece of crumb cake for Son Boy’s birthday) is the thing he wants 2 eat so he’s like “uh. ‘Scuse me, ma’am.” and he peels back the saran wrap on the other side of the plate, takes piece, nd then leaves some there for her

40-so now the woman is like ‘welp guess it time 2 Leave’

.1- she and husband Talk

.2-they decide it best 2 go

.3-theyre Packing

.4-lil bab Ellie confused

.5-hawk attacke

.6-cut to Ross

41- Ross also happens to work at a bar and he goes outside for a break

43- he finds smal child—smol smal—on the sidewalk and said child is missing an arm, nd has lost a lot of blood, so he’s uhhhhh Losing It highkey

43.5-parents r nowhere 2 b seen, but the hawk is nearby and circling. Ross gets an idea of what just happened

44- he up and leaves work, thankfully his apartment is above the shop so he jumps up the fire escape w the child and

45- he make tourniquet

46- he calls Mira nd asks her 2 come over to ASAP. he’s A Mess at this point

47- it is Very touch and go, kid needs blood, Mira is the only viable donor so she’s just gotta pray that the blood type is fine and won’t kill him

48- and then eventually they manage 2 stave infection thru antibiotics properly dosed to his size, Mira does Math and Prays basically

49- ‘bout a month in, kid wakes up

50- kid doesn’t rember much since he’s only 3

51- hes v scared of Ross at first but over time he gets used 2 the human

52- kid (elliot) starts 2 call Ross ��dad’ after a while

53- Ross: *internal screaming but in a good way*

54- the end kinda for now

Part 2

A- New Borrowers In The Building

—three of em. paranoid dad, mom, nd daughter that’s Elliot’s age so he’s pumped

B- Elliot offers them a place 2 stay briefly

C- he knows by now bout like, how borrowers don’t typically interact w humans and Auntie Mira’s a bit of a weird case so he just doesn’t tell em bout his dad being the human

D- the kid finds out first nd doesn’t tell the parents, but they figure it out later kinda and think that it’s a ‘o god he’s being kept as a pet’ sitch so they’re >:| abt it

E- they move out and try to take Elliot w them (by force bcos they think he’s brainwashed) but he escapes and makes it to Ross, who’s like “uhhhhhh”

F- and the mom come out the hole near the counter n starts yelling at Ross, who is…kinda used to it since Mira brings in ppl who need help from time 2 time and they typically don’t react well when they’re lucid enough to understand what’s going on. He’s just not used to being questioned about his own kid

G- so they’re like “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING WITH HIM”

H- and he’s like “r…raising him???”

I- and Ellie steps up and he’s like “this is my dad. I decided he was my dad when I was three. He’s being a good parent”

J- and Ross is like “yeah what he said. I’m a good parent.”

K- Ross is riding that high til the end of fucking time but like back to the story at hand

L- this is when the husband comes out nd is like “lissen. wifey. ily but that is a very big human and he hasn’t grabbed us yet so let’s count our blessings and gtfo”

M- but she’s like “uh no we stay until I’m sure Elliot is Safe and fucking Sound”

N- so they stay for dinner nd stick around a little longer.

O- Val (the kid) gets closer 2 Elliot and also Ross a bit

P- Mira shows once or twice, first time she shows up they’re like “oh god it’s the crazy doctor lady this all makes sense now” (bcos Mira does check up on as many borrower families as possible in her free time so word has got around by now Of her, and the number by which to contact her in case her services r needed)

Q- After a month or so, then they decide to leave bcos they’re like “look we get that ur son is ur son and he only has one arm and in our profession that is kind of a death sentence but we can’t have our kid getting used to dealing w humans who know about our existence” so they go and leave on a kind of sour note bcos Ellie can do anything he wants to do just as well as any other borrower Thank You Very Much and Ross is ready to fite anyone who thinks otherwise

R- Elliot starts trying 2 b more independent, basically from now on he’s like ‘I can do everything my Damn Self Thanks’

S- but uh he does it to a point where he’s going out of the way to endanger himself

T- so they get into a fite about it and ross Yells and Elliot is like ‘kthxbye’

U- and the boi just. Fuckin bolts. Runs Away. Ross is a Mess, he starts smoking again (he quit cold turkey the day he took Elliot in) to curb the depression, he’s jus. Not doin good, worried that his son is dead and the last time they talked it’d ended badly

V- FREEDOM!!!1! Except Ellie doesn’t kno how to take care of himself so it’s a rough month or so and then he runs into some other borrowers livin in their own town in the wild ig, chillin, being hella independent, and he’s like “uh yes ofc I will join u, I was w my dad for a while but.........” he neither confirms nor denies that his dad’s dead but everyone kinda just assumes.

Part 3

W-anyway a year goes by and then the borrower group gets hit hard w some kind of sickness ig. Elliot gets it too he’s basically incapacitated n drifting in and out of lucidity. So. They contact the weird crazy doctor lady who hangs around humans, a.k.a. Mira, and she’s like “oh. fuck. I know this kid.” bcos she does, u kno, and she jus treats em all for their ailment and shows them how to make antibiotic poultice thing in case smthn like it happens again. Mold. Penicillin is basically what it is

X-she and Elliot hav a Chat (Mira basically yells at him a lot) once he’s fixed up and he decides he’s gonna visit his dad but he makes it very clear that he is a Grown Up (he’s not, he’s literally sixteen), and he is living on his own now

Y- he agrees to stay for a week tho since he misses his home a lot tbh and Ross is just. Over the fucking moon to know he’s ALIVE, he’s not gonna fuck up their relationship by insisting that he stay. Or like, by keeping him ofc he would never

Z- unfortunately the borrower community put two and two together and figured out his dad’s human so they have his stuff packed up when he gets back w mira, who’s ready to go the fuck off on them

End 1:

-Ellie is living at Ross’s place atm and hopeful about the future basically. He eventually will go off on his own but he’ll keep in contact w his dad and stuff

Part C.5

55- few yrs later

56- elliot is Adult now he does adult borrower stuff

57- he moves out

58- finds nice borrower gf (her name’s Tess)

59- doesn’t tell her about his dad being human but talks about his dad a LOT

60- so when she asks to meet said father he’s just like “uh. Maybe we don’t do that actually”

61- and she’s like “y tho”

62- and he’s like “bcos”

63- anyway she decides to look into it cos she knows he goes to see his dad nd keep in touch but his dad is allegedly “a recluse who lives in the big scary human’s walls to avoid other ppl”

64- which is. Not true in the slightest tbqh he’s def not an introvert he’s just a workaholic and he Is the big scary human

65- anywho they run into Val and her wife and she’s like “how’s Ross been?” And Elliot is acting Very Suspish so she, being Smart, calls it immediately and is like “oh shit u haven’t told her yet have u”

66- Tess: “told me what”

67- Val: “El’s dad is a human, bro.”

68- Tess: “I’m sorry?”

69- this results in a Big Fight and they separate for like, a month. Elliot blames Val bcos he’s being irrational and doesn’t wanna admit to the fact that lying to his girlfriend for over a year was Real Bad Actually, but over time he’s like ‘yeah it’s my fault sry for snapping at u’ cos he works thru his emotions n stuff

70- Eventually gf comes back cos she’s like “ok so. I understand why you lied to me about your dad. It was a dick move but I do get it and I still care about you a lot. I would like. To meet him.”

80- this is a lie she does not want to meet him she is doing this bcos she does not want to lose Elliot and that outweighs the fear of his dad

81- so they go to meet him but she’s just kinda. Behind the wall at first like “that’s a crazy big human this is crazy ur crazy it’s time to gO”

82- Val is also there bcos she hasn’t seen Ross in a while

83- they eventually coax her out of hiding

84- and by that I mean Val picks her up and drags her out into the open by force bcos she basically freezes up the second she catches sight of Ross and Val’s like “u didn’t come all this way for nothing, bich”

85- they have a Painfully Awkward First Meeting, Tess is trying her best but oh god he’s just too fucking. Larg. Ellie ur dad too big

86- tbh tho the ice kinda breaks after Ellie and Ross get into a fight over smthn stupid (im thinking Elliot grumbles bout Ross’s hair being unruly and he’s worried that mira’s using it like a personal storage system again and Ross is like “I’ve been keeping better track of that actually” and then like a little line of paper clips and a few hand-bound notebooks tied together w some string fall out of his fucking mane and he’s like “I can explain”

87- “dad you can’t keep letting her use your hair like a fucking NEST”

88- Tess is laughing now cos god damn this was not what she was expecting

89- that’s it the end it ends w Tess laughing at them being idiots good times r had by all

Uhhhh that’s it so far. I have More but it’s kinda jumbled rn and I need to fit stuff in places. Anyway.

[lover-of-skellies]

Introducing: Valence Bandersnatch. Or Val, if you'd prefer that

He's a British boy (complete with the accent), he lives in Nep's forest by himself, and he's a murderer, getting random people to go back to his little cottage for tea and crumpets or whatever before killing them. From there, he has to dump the bodies in Nep's lake, since he's indebted to Nep (the family of lake dwellers are allowing him to live on their land, so he has to repay them somehow to keep the peace)

He's a flirt with a weird set of morals. Like,, he'll flirt with a person and do sinful things with them if he's in a good mood, but forcing yourself on someone who doesn't want it though? That's a big no no, and if he finds out that someone's done that to someone else before, he will literally kill them on the spot. He’s also got this weird ability that involves changing his appearance, so he can make himself look like anyone he wants. The only thing he can't do from there is mimic their voice. As far as a job goes, he's a hunter and an herbalist, and he sometimes even lends his ability to enchant things to people as well, though that's more expensive for them

Because I was bored and had some free time, I went and wrote a thing to kinda introduce him a little :P it's kinda long though, hence why there's a cut here. Just be warned though,, there's violence, one scene gets a little suggestive (nothing more than kissing happens though, soooo??), and I guess there's some drugging? Some weird aphrodisiac-like substance and a poison, used separately on different things

You'd been minding your own business, absentmindedly swishing your bare feet back and forth in the water as you laid on your back on the wooden dock, looking up at the canopy of trees that seemed to loom over you. The air was a pleasant temperature, not too warm, not too cold, as it drifted through the leaves, occasionally blowing an individual leaf loose and causing it to come fluttering down to the ground. As you listened to the sound of the leaves being caught by the gentle breeze, you let out a soft sigh. You'd been so stressed lately with life; between work and family, you'd felt as though you were dangerously close to snapping and committing murder. Not that you actually would, though.

You'd been so stressed lately with life that when you arrived here and settled down on the dock, you didn't register the pair of solid white sockets that watched your every move, calculating when to strike. 

A low growl in some nearby brush caught your attention and you immediately shifted your gaze to them, your brows furrowing; what the hell?... It sounded like it came from some sort of large predator, but the biggest predators that resided in this forest were the simple bobcats. Not even bears called this place their home. Sitting up, you pulled your feet out of the water and fumbled with your shoes and socks, scrambling to slip them on as the growling began to grow nearer and nearer. As soon as you'd successfully put your socks and shoes back on, you stood, narrowing your eyes slightly as you strained to see the shape that was huddled in the brush better. From where you currently stood, all you could see was black and white. Though... If you didn't know any better, you'd say it looked humanoid. How strange.

You took a small step toward the creature, and then a second, and then a third, but it remained almost perfectly still. Another growl made you freeze in place, though this was different from what you'd heard before. This growling sounded more like the sound your stomach would make whenever it called out for food. A pair of solid white sockets, entirely focused on you, narrowed slightly in what could've been considered joy, and you'd somehow edged close enough to be able to watch as a wide grin stretched across the creatures face, displaying a row of serrated, sharp teeth. And then the creature rose to his feet, tilting his head as he stared at you.

It was a skeleton, clad in a pair of baggy basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. His shirt, however... you frowned, your eyes locking on the vivid red that stained it. Right over where his sternum would be, there was a red blotch that resembled a hand print, and you felt your blood run cold. The skeleton watched your expression twist from confusion to fear, and he let out a raspy chuckle, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He then bared his teeth, still smiling widely as he asked, "Hey there, pal. You up for a game of tag?" You were lost for words, shaking your head as you stepped off the dock onto the earth, your eyes wide with fear. His body warped through the space between the two of you and he roughly grabbed your arm, digging his claws into your skin. You yelped as they broke the skin, your eyes watering up as he proceeded to lift your arm. He locked gazes with you as a deep teal tongue slipped past his maw, trailing up your arm and licking up a droplet of blood. Feeling yourself begin to tremble, you whimpered, your voice much weaker than normal, "P-Please... stop..." He licked a bit more of your blood up, his sockets hooded as he leaned even closer, his hot breath fanning over your face as he purred, "I'm it, ok? I'm gonna let you go and give you a ten second head start before I come after you. If I catch you, it's game over. Now," he released your arm, excitement flickering in his sockets, "run, human. Run as fast as you can." 

Feeling your heart jump up into your throat, you turned and began to run, hearing the skeleton burst into laughter as he watched you. In your frenzy, you abandoned the established path, running through the brush in a random direction and crying out as you felt thorns scratch at your exposed skin. Whatever it took to get away from that monster, you'd do it without regret.

Still running as fast as your legs would allow, you glanced back over your shoulder, not noticing rays of sunlight momentarily pass over something metallic. You put your foot down, hearing a click, and then you screamed, collapsing in pain as tears streamed down your face. You sobbed loudly, reaching down to pry at the "jaws" of the trap that'd clamped down on your leg just above your ankle, ignoring how the metal teeth sliced the skin of your fingers. Just as you felt the trap loosen a hair bit, your grip on it slipped, and you screamed again as it latched down on your leg, once more at full force. You let out a choked sob as you heard the brush begin the move nearby, a cry for help ripping from your lungs. This was it. This was how you'd die. The trap very clearly wasn't going to budge, and with even the smallest of movements, a searing pain ran up your leg, causing you to cry out in agony yet again. You curled in on yourself, trying to tune out the throbbing from your leg, and in doing so, you failed to see a second skeleton step out of the brush nearby. Upon seeing you on the ground, your entire body shaking as you sobbed loudly, he froze, letting out a long, low whistle, as if impressed on some level, "Oh dear."

Hearing a new voice, you bolted up from your current position, forcing yourself to stand as you faced him, whining loudly, "Please, help me. I need help, I don't wanna die." The new skeleton frowned, setting down the basket he was carrying and making his way over to you, "It's gonna be alright, I promise. I'm gonna lean down to open the trap, and I need you to hold onto me. Do you think you could do that for me, human?" You nodded, reaching out to the stranger and tightly grasping his shoulders as he squatted beside you, curling his phalanges around the jaws of the trap, and with what looked like no effort at all, opened it, freeing your leg. As he rose to his feet again, his grip was gentle yet firm as he wrapped an arm around you, tugging you flush against his side and sighing, "Here, I'll carry you. You're pretty badly hurt and I wouldn't wanna see you make the injury any worse." Despite not knowing this man, you nodded and gave your consent, wrapping your arms around his neck vertebrae as he lifted you, one arm supporting your back while the other was tucked under your knees. He then began to walk, one of his sockets going dark as the other flared up with cyan tinted magic, encasing his discarded basket and making the item begin to float. As he carried you, you lightly rested your head against his shoulder, looking up to admire the color of his magic. He kept his attention forward, pausing to glance back over his shoulder as a twig snapped, worry briefly crossing over his expression. He then stole a quick glance down at you, offering you a small smile, "Human, I need you to close your eyes, please." 

You wanted to ask why, but with the way your throat burned from your screaming and sobbing, you decided that questions could wait. You closed your eyes, and then you winced, feeling your stomach turn. Your head spun and for a brief moment, you felt as though static teased at your skin. Although you felt the skeleton shift you in his arms, you kept your eyes shut, waiting for the ok to open them again. Glancing around his small living room, the skeleton watched as his magic lowered his basket to rest on the coffee table and then faded from sight, breathing in deeply as he very delicately lowered you onto the sofa, his voice a mumble, "Alright... you can open your eyes now, friend." 

You slowly cracked open your eyes, your heart thudding harder at how close your companion now was to you, offering you a small smile again, "I apologize for that... I needed to use a shortcut to get here faster, where you'd be safe. The only problem is that the transition wouldn't have been pleasant for you, had you kept your eyes open." You nodded slowly, swallowing a lump in your throat as you tore your gaze from him and began to look around, your voice cracking, "W-Where are we?... What's a shortcut?" You looked back to him before continuing, "Who are you? Was that your trap I got caught in? What were you-" He pressed a single phalange over your lips to silence you, his expression softening, "This is my cottage, and a shortcut... well, let's see... it's like teleportation, essentially. To answer your other questions, my name is Valence Bandersnatch, but you're free to call me Val, if you'd like. And no, that wasn't my trap. Believe me, I wouldn't put a trap in such a place, if I had any. While I understand that you likely have many more questions for me, you need to take it easy now. I'm gonna heal up those injuries of yours, and then we can have some tea while we wait for that deranged maniac to pass by. He won't find you here, I promise. All you need to do is keep your voice down."

You nodded in understanding, watching Valence curiously as he lowered himself to his knees, gently moving your injured leg and holding a hand over where the trap had caught you. One of his sockets flared up with magic again, and more similarly colored magic surrounded his hand. As your injury began to rapidly heal, your eyes widened in a mix of shock and awe, your voice barely a whisper, "Whoa... that's so cool..." His cheekbones became flushed, a faint blush beginning to stain them as he smiled sheepishly, releasing your leg as it finished healing, "Thank you... I'm very happy you think so, human." He climbed up onto the couch beside you, holding his hand over the scratches on your arm. Your gaze followed his motions and you continued to watch in awe as the scratch healed before your eyes, just as they'd done before. 

His magic faded away and his second socket returned to normal, both irises present once more. Your gaze met his and it was silent for a moment, his multicolored, swirled eye lights captivating you. His faint blush darkened slightly and he cleared his throat, glancing away from you and sheepishly scratching the back of his skull, "I uh... how about I get us some cake and tea? The cake is fresh, just made this morning, and I can whip up a kettle of tea in no time at all." A soft blush teased at your own cheeks as you smiled softly, "As long as it wouldn't be a problem or anything, I'd really like that." The skeleton returned your smile and shook his head as he stood up, "Of course, it's not a problem. Not in the slightest," he paused, tilting his head and playfully winking at you, "especially not for a human as lovely as yourself." 

Your blush darkened a small bit and you looked away from him, trying to tune out the way he chuckled at having been successful at flustering you. As he turned and exited the room, you let out a deep breath that you weren't even aware you'd been holding; sure, you'd only just met Valence, but he was such a gentleman to you. He was so gentle and considerate, and his magic was beautiful. He was also quite attractive now that you thought about it. His smile gave you butterflies and his eyes (eye sockets?) were mesmerizing, and there's no way you could forget that sexy British accent he had. You blinked. Wait, what was happening right now? Were you seriously developing a crush on him? He was a stranger, but he'd also saved your life, too. As thoughts raced in your head, you failed to notice as he appeared in the doorway, a small plate in hand that held a fork and a piece of cake. Seeing that you were lost in thought, he briefly paused to admire the look on your face. Excitement bubbled up in his very soul, and he grinned to himself; he'd saved you once, but before the day was over, he'd save you yet again. 

He quickly rearranged his expression, his smile smaller and more genuine in appearance as he approached the couch and cleared his throat, gaining your attention as he offered you the slice of cake, "Here's your cake. The tea is almost ready, and I can bring it to you once it's done." You accepted the cake and couldn't help but smile at him again, "Ok... thanks Val. I really appreciate you doing all this for me." The skeleton waved off your words, nearly beaming at you as he returned your smile, "Oh, don't mention it. Anything for such a darling human." Your cheeks flushed again and your smile turned shy as you sheepishly refocused your attention on the piece of cake. Val was quick to vanish from the room again and you grasped your fork, slicing off a small bit of the cake and popping it into your mouth. As it hit your tongue, your eyes widened in pleasant surprise and you practically moaned at the flavor. It was perhaps the best cake you'd ever had in your entire life.

So not only was Val your savior that happened to be attractive and sweet, but he was also a great baker too. Talk about a catch.

You'd eaten about half of the slice before you began to notice the way heat coarsed through your body. You repressed a tiny mewl as it reached your core, causing you to press your thighs together. He wouldn't have done something to cake… would he?

As Val crossed into the living room again with two cups of tea, your scent invaded his senses and he inhaled deeply, nearly purring in delight. There were no words to describe how amazing you smelled right now, but it left him wanting to just... eat you right up.

He settled on the couch beside you, leaning forward to set the cups of tea on the coffee table, his sudden movement making you jolt in surprise as you looked up at him. He cleared his throat, offering you an apologetic smile, "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." You shook your head and sighed, offering him a slight smile in return, "N-No, it's alright, don't worry about it, Val." Noticing the way you tried to be very subtle with your squirming, he feigned concern, frowning, "Are you alright, human? You're all red, and you don't look so good." Shaking your head, you hummed, "Nah, I'm ok... just a little warm, that's all."

To your confusion, he swiped your piece of half eaten cake from you, setting the plate beside your cup of tea before gently capturing your jaw, making you unable to turn away from him. Lifting his free hand, he delicately rested it on your forehead, as if checking to see if you'd caught a fever. With him being in such close proximity, you fought the urge to kiss him. Sure, you just met him, but in your current state, kissing him felt like something that needed to be done. He hummed, sliding his hand from your forehead to your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin as he met your gaze. That was what destroyed your last bit of self restraint. Without a warning, you leaned closer, pressing your lips to his teeth and kissing him. As expected, he momentarily tensed in shock, but then to your utter delight, he began to kiss you back. It wasn't long before his teeth coaxed apart your lips, allowing his cyan tongue to pass through and greet yours. 

As the kiss grew more heated, you whined, fisting at his shirt and fumbling with the buttons on his vest. You'd managed to undo maybe half a dozen before he broke the kiss, letting you catch your breath. While you watched him, your eyes clouded with obvious lust, he reached out, lifting one of the cups of tea and offering it to you, his slightly hushed voice now holding a husky edge, "Drink, darling. It'll help you cool down." You whined, squirming in your seat as you caught the tone he spoke to you in, "B-But Val... please. I need you-" Grinning shamelessly at you, he chuckled, leaning closer to peck your lips, "And you can have me. Drink some of your tea first though." Though you would've liked for him to forget about the tea and take you right there on his couch, you nodded slowly, almost pouting as you accepted the drink. 

Raising the cup to your lips, you took a sip, your eyebrows raising in surprise. Once again, you'd not expected the flavor of what he'd handed you. Humming in curiosity, you glanced up at Valence, "What kinda tea is this?... It's really good, Val." The skeleton watched you as you took another sip of your beverage, "Golden Flower." Blinking, a realization hit you and you raised an eyebrow, visibly interested, "Wait.... as in 'Golden Flower Tea'? The tea that Asgore supposedly loves?" He hummed in confirmation, "Exactly so. I'll say, I'm a little surprised you know about that old goat and his tea preferences." You smiled bashfully, shrugging and taking another sip, "Well... yeah. When the monsters came to the surface, I did my research. I wanted to learn what I could, y'know?" 

He nodded in understanding and offered you a playful grin, "So you're a bit of a nerd then, it seems." You rolled your eyes, lips still curled into a smile as you flicked your tongue at him, "Yeah, maybe I am. Is there a problem with that, mister?" You made sure to make it clear you were only teasing, and in response, Valence laughed softly, "No, no. Of course not. For a nerd, you're actually really cute." Your cheeks immediately gained a bright blush and you squirmed in your seat, smiling sheepishly again. He watched you quietly for a moment, allowing you to continue enjoying your drink before he spoke again, still smiling slightly, "If you read about Asgore and his love of Golden Flower Tea, I wonder... did you happen to read anything about what the tea is made from?" You hummed, tilting your head and nodding, "Mhm. Isn't it made from the seeds and stems of Golden Flowers?" The skeleton nodded, arching a brow bone as his grin suddenly became mischievous, "And did you learn about what'd happen if the petals were used, too?" You paused, furrowing your brows, "Doesn't it become poisonous?..."

Something flickered in his sockets and he purred in satisfaction, "Right on, Cutie." You opened your mouth to question him but froze, pressing a hand over your mouth as you began to cough violently. You reached out, intending to place your cup on the coffee table, but both of your arms went limp, causing you to drop your cup and spill what was left of the tea on the floor. Unable to force your body to cooperate, you slouched to the slide, now leaning against Val. He sighed, feigning a look of concern again as he tsked, reaching into the breast pocket on his vest and withdrawing a handkerchief, lightly dabbing it along your mouth as he hummed, "My my, look at you... you're making quite a mess of yourself, you know." As he pulled the handkerchief away from your mouth, you glanced down, your eyes widening in fear and beginning to water up as you took notice of the red that now stained it. Unable to lift your head to even look at Valence properly, you whimpered, a tear rolling down your cheek, "W-Why, Val?... Why would you do this to me?..."

The skeleton hummed, merely smiling at you, "Because I'm a little overdue on paying my debt to the lovely family of lake dwellers that have allowed me to live on their land." Your voice cracked, and you tried your best to force back the impending need to cough again, "Y... You're using me to pay off a debt?" In a much too cheerful tone, the skeleton monster gave you confirmation, "Pretty much, yeah. Don't take it personally though, ok? I like you. If I didn't, I would've killed you sooner, and I wouldn't have been so nice about it." 

Your eyelids began to feel heavy and you croaked, "How does killing me pay off that debt?" He merely smiled, lightly cupping your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb, "They're a bunch of human eaters." Your mind replayed the look that the first skeleton you encountered had worn and a chill ran through you, "But the tea... It'll poison them too." He chuckled, lowering his voice to a murmur, "No it won't, silly. It doesn't affect monsters the way it does humans. Guess you didn't get the memo, huh?" You felt yourself break, letting out faint sobs as you tried to look away from him. Reading your expression, he sighed, "Come here, darling. Let me ease your suffering a bit." You wanted to shove him away and scream, tell him to get lost, but as the world began to fade away before you, the last thing you felt was his teeth against your lips

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, MONA! You’ve been accepted for the role of VIOLA. Admin Kaitlin: There’s no hiding the fact that Valentina has always been somewhat of a fan favorite here at DiVerona, and Mona you certainly delivered our girl to us. The voice you gave to Val in this application was so wonderful, and I loved how much you honed in on the emotional playing field of Val’s internal thoughts. I can’t wait to see where you take our favorite undercover Montague! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Alias | Mona

Age | 20

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | I’m in Nursing school along with work, but honestly I never sleep and haven’t been in a role-play in a long time, but I loved it when I was in them around two years ago… Basically, I’m really excited to take part in a rug again and write for a character I love, so I expect to be around a lot.

Timezone | PST

Current/Past RP Accounts | Sadly, I have lost track of all my role-play accounts!

In Character

Character | Viola, also known as Valentina Gallo

What drew you to this character? | Looking into Valentina’s history, it’s clear that she had to build a tough shell as she grew up into the world that she did. Having been through what she has, Valentina could have gone two ways… have others fear her, or have them pity her - the latter of which sounds far worse than any other version of hell you could put her through. She’s a strong woman who did what she had to do in certain situations, and will continue to do that for as long as she needs to.

Honestly, I’m a sucker for anything that is even remotely sad - and whether she wants to admit it or not, Valentina’s situation was devastatingly so. To be abandoned as a young child by the people who are supposed to love you for the rest of their lives, that’s not something someone recovers from just because they said they have. I see Valentina wanting to join the Montagues as a replacement for the things she’s lost, even though that’s something that she’s not going to accept for a veryyyy long time. I really want to build on how strong she is despite everything, though, and I really want to be able to develop her relationship not only with her brother but with the people she surrounds herself with. I truly believe she has not let anyone form any sort of bond with her since the night her parents left, and while she’s in no way mopey, in my head she’s just this bitter woman who sees everything in the worst way imaginable because she learned her lesson a long, long time ago.

Just a little extra thing, I really feel like Valentina never had much control over her life in any way, and also never really knew safety in the same way. She wasn’t allowed to have a childhood, nor a normal upbringing. So as an adult, I think every word she says and every step she takes is going to be fully planned, and I feel as if everything she does has to be fully in her control or she just loses it completely. I believe Valentina has a hair-line trigger, where she goes from being completely calm to just exploding all over the place, and while she’s been better at taking control of this anger and using it only when needed, there are still moments where she explodes and will have to disappear for a while to either calm down, or let her anger out in whatever way she can.

Basically, I just can’t wait to be able to unleash just how relentless she can be.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character?

                    C H I L D H O O D   D O T T E D    W I T H    B O D I E S

Forever. It was a luxury Valentina allowed herself to apply to one person and one person alone - Santino. He had lived up to his names meaning, truly a saint as she stood behind him, bathing in sin. Not a single possession could come close to where she held him, not a single man could live in her brothers shadows. There had never been a lie between the two, never been a secret they could not share. Where Valentina is no stranger to walls, she had never built one between herself and her brother.. Yet, she feels herself yearning to be a part of the Montague’s, and while nothing has ever rivaled the loyalty she had for her brother, she had never had anything else so large in her life. She tells herself it’s fine, that a few cracks in the foundation never tore down a house, that a few lies between family would always be forgiven… but with each step, she can’t help the thought that lingers in her mind. What if she’s found the one thing that cannot be forgiven?

Santino leaving her is not something she can fathom.

               L E T   T H E M   G O   ,   L E T   T H E M   B E   G H O S T S

At one point, she’s sure, she must have led a normal life. Yet, that life is so far away now there is no point in dwelling on it. She has no mother, no father, and if you ask her she never did. Faced with them today, she would not be able to pick their faces out from a crowd, as she refuses to acknowledge them in any way. Just because someone made her does not give them the credit for who she has become now. No longer can anything be done to Valentina that she does not allow. When asked what happened to her parents, her response will always be “What parents?”. There were always whispers, of course, as the streets love a morbid tale, and the whispers grew more and more gruesome as Valentina grew more and more cold. Were they killed? Who were they running from? Were the Gallos murdered by those they loved most? Of course, this is all much more entertaining than the truth - that the Gallo parents were plain cowards, who had bitten off more than they could chew. It had always been easy to believe, that they had left willingly, but what if the people she had always hated hadn’t had a choice?

Maybe she did not know her past as well as she thought she did.

             M A K E   T H E M   S T A Y   ,   M A K E   T H E M   S T O N E

Everybody needs somebody, or at least that’s what Santino says to her every now and then, relentless. Friendship, love, anything besides a lie. Yet, this is not something Valentina sees to be in her future. Valentina is far from naive, she had her eyes open to the world around her from a very young age, and does not romanticize the role she plays in it. Valentina romanticized nothing but the war she wanted so earnestly to take part in. Yet, it is possible that the secrets she is keeping, others are keeping as well. Who is to know what lies others weave, possibly far more intricate than those that she spun from such a young age. She believes herself invincible, untouchable.. but as did Icarus, as he flew straight into the sun. One day Valentina will let her guard down, and likely get burnt for it.

Having shut herself away for so long, wouldn’t it be ironic, for Valentina to allow in the one person who would be her destruction?

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | This is so tough, but depending on the circumstances, yes!

In Depth

In-Character Interview: The following questions must be answered in-character, and in para form (quotations, actions written out if applicable, etc). There is no minimum or maximum limit for your response - simply answer as you would if you were playing the character.

What is your favorite place in Verona?

It was far too personal a question, but to be fair, most questions were. An immediate image comes to mind, and there is no doubt of where Valentina would want to spend her last breath, her happiest moment, her lowest low. Before she was a part of the world, the Castelvecchio Bridge was the closest she was ever allowed to get, a sneak peak into a forbidden world. “What does it matter?” she asked, a sly smile painted onto her lips as she leaned back in her chair, seemingly calm but alert to any prying questions - one couldn’t give too much away. It was her favorite place, after all, and it should be hers alone, not for anyone else to spoil. It was where she had gotten her first glimpse of the forbidden, her first taste of the fight that would have her coming back for more. “I suppose the Twelfth Night Museum will do, if I have to pick a place, but the street life is always far more entertaining than what can be found inside four walls”. Valentina did not indulge in much, this would be hers and hers alone.

What does your typical day look like?

“What is typical?” she asked, a slight chuckle escaping her lips. One persons typical could be another persons extraordinary, and Valentina’s ‘typical’ would not count as that in most people’s worlds. “I start it with Santino, I suppose, as I have for as long as I can remember…” she trailed off, trying to think of a moment in which one of her daily tasks had become habitual instead of just fleeting. She hadn’t given any thought to a question such as this one, and it was a surprise that this is what would have caught her off guard. She could not help but think of the various faces she put on throughout the day, the various roles she found herself stepping into when the situation allowed, a fire burning in the background nonetheless. “I eat where I can, I sleep where I can… I go where the city takes me. I do not limit myself to routine.” she admitted, and for once it was not all a life, they had caught her in a good mood, a rare mood. “I do not limit myself to one thing, I go where I am needed, I go where I please.”

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

Oh, there were so many. The scars that could have been avoided. The jobs that went bad. The beginnings, when she couldn’t steal candy from a baby, let alone enough to get by. It was getting late, the show she was putting on couldn’t go along for too long, better to answer quickly and get it over with, she was getting tired of the relentless prodding. “Missing anyone, who would voluntarily chose to leave.” she shrugged, carefully examining her nails as she let out that vital piece of information, it was no secret that Valentina did not have time for pointless attachment, not anymore. “Time wasted which could have been much more useful doing other things”, the statement was left with a cruel taste in her mouth, and she knew that the smile she tried to put on was far more sadistic than kind, yet maybe that was intentional.

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

There was not much Valentina would not do, she was no stranger to getting her hands dirty for her own personal gain. If others knew, how easily Valentina would turn on anyone (correction, almost anyone), they wouldn’t trust her with a single thing, never their life. “Nothing too difficult, if I’m being quite honest. You do what has to be done, don’t you?” she asked, probably one of the most truthful statements that Valentina had ever uttered to anyone besides Santino, but the question woke up the dark thoughts she kept pushing to the back of her mind. If she were being honest with herself, she would admit that keeping this secret from him was truly the hardest thing she had been asked… but what use is lingering on what is already done.

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

“People disagree, it’s bound to happen… just have to be on the winning side" she sighed, thinking back on the days where she longed to be a part of what she was currently swimming in. “Men have been raging war all throughout history, it did not begin nor end with this one.”

Extras:

Once her and Santino could afford to have a ‘permanent residence’, Valentina found herself obsessing with keeping it clean. Everything had to be in it’s place, not a single thing could go awry inside their four walls. Santino thinks she just needs to be in control, Valentina demands that she just refuses to live in a pigsty.

When they were teenagers, it was always as if her and Santino would take turns being the mature one, and admittedly it was Santino’s turn more often then it would be hers… it’s hard to imagine Valentina being any more rebellious than she already is, but the version of her now is quite tame compared to how she used to be.

Whenever her nights get too quiet, Valentina enjoys going out and creating a new life for herself. It’s easy to tell a drunk tourist your name is “Bella” and that you just love their accent, it’s easy to pretend to be someone else. She’s been doing it more and more, creating different people to become for an hour, for a night, for a fleeting moment. She finds she’s most herself when she’s surrounded by people who don’t know who she really is.

OKAY BASICALLY, idk I love her and I feel like she’s far more damaged than she wants to admit and she’s wayyyy too codependent and I really want to develop her relationship with her brother because honestly it’s great.

thank you for reading all this :)

[bonerpillz-blog]

Sacrifice - Richie Tozier x Reader

Written by E.

Disclaimer! The Loser’s Club (Only Richie really matters here) Will be aged up to about 17 because god forbid you write about normal human feelings for younger kids!!!!!

Description: Richie sacrifices himself for you causing feelings to be revealed.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Language, things get kinda heated ig if u know what I mean haha wink wink, angst(???) I think that’s it. Feel free to let me know if you feel as though there should be any other warnings here.

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Bill was screaming but not out of terror, out of guilt. He was screaming. Telling you all to run, to save yourselves, that he got you into this and it was his fault.

Y/N stood behind us, my arm up in front of her protectively though I don't think she noticed that. There were tears brimming my eyes at the sight of Bill. I was in too much shock at this point to be scared of the clown itself.

We were looking from Bill, to each other. No one knew what to do. I felt someone push past me and my breathing sped up as soon as I realized it was Y/N.

"Take me." she said, trying to sound tough but I could her voice breaking.

"Y/N what the fuck?!" I yelled, feeling myself begin to panic.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mike added, sounding understandably angry.

"J-just get ou-out of here you guy-uys!" Bill yelled, gasping with IT's arm around his neck.

"No!" this time she yelled, and I felt tears start to burn my skin. "Take me!"

IT dropped Bill, throwing him into a coughing fit before standing tall and walking to her. I felt as though I couldn't breathe and if this weren't such a dire situation maybe I'd steal Eddie's inhaler.

"Well you are very pretty!" the clown giggled, running his large hand down her face. I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat but it wouldn't go down, instead shooting pain through my neck.

I saw Y/N's body shake which caused my heart to shatter into pieces. I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't let her sacrifice herself. I didn't want anyone to die.

He laughed a loud, childlike laugh before grabbing her neck, hard making her let out a yelp.

"Y/N!" I screamed, taking a step forward before Ben and Mike stopped me, holding me back. They couldn't afford to lose anyone that night and a part of me understood that but I couldn't sit here and watch her get killed by this son of a bitch.

I ripped free from Mike and Ben, whipping around. "What the fuck you guys?! We have to save-"

I was cut off by a scream from Y/N. I turned my head seeing IT's jaw unhinging, baring rows and rows of unruly teeth.

Before I could even think twice I bolted, grabbing Y/N's shirt and pulling her behind me only to scream out in pain myself.

Through the pain in my shoulder, I felt something wet and cold and as everything was fading out, I saw Y/N screaming in fear.

Everything went black.

Richie looked so lifeless in that hospital bed which is something you never thought you'd see; something you never wanted to see. The scariest part about it was that none of you knew if he was even coming back.

The rest of the losers had left about an hour before but you stayed, your fingers intertwined with Richie's.

You were out of tears. You wanted Richie to wake up, you needed him to wake up.

"You're so into him it's kind of sickening." Stan laughed, breaking you out of the trance you were in.

"Shut up, Stan!" you groaned, lightly slapping Stans upper arm which just made him laugh more.

You just blushed, looking down at your hands.

"Why don't you just tell him?" Stan continued after a few moments of silence and you just sighed, shrugging your

shoulders.

He shook his head when you didn't speak and decided to continue. "Seriously, Y/N. What do you have to lose?"

"We've been friends for so long, stan." you replied.

"Okay... and?" he was confused and you groaned though you couldn't really blame him. What you said didn't really give him any answer at all.

"I'm not even scared that he won't feel the same. I'd get over that... I've dealt with worse," you continued, "It's more so the fact that I can't lose- If it didn't work..." you couldn't finish your sentence.

Richie was a huge part of your life for years and you couldn't imagine it without him. He was your rock and you were his and he was the best friend you could ever ask for but there was always something more for you. You always pushed it aside, though. Relationships of any kind scared you as joining the losers club and trusting all of them was a huge step for you which Richie was there for.

If he did have feelings for you too, and you two tried a relationship beyond friends, what would happen when- if it didn't work out?

You decided not to tell him as you couldn't imagine a life without Richie.

"Please wake up." you murmured under your breath. You wanted to cry but there were no more tears left inside of you. You squeezed his hand, silently praying to no one in particular.

You sniffled, laying your head down on the edge of the hospital bed. "Please, Richie," you continued, a little louder, "I need you here, Richie I- I love you. Please, plsase wake up."

You stayed quiet, hoping for a response and felt the tears you thought you no longer had slide out of your eyes and onto the somehow still white sheets.

At that moment you were so caught up in your misery you almost didn't realized that something, or rather someone, squeezed your hand. Your breath hitched as you squeezed it back. You didn't want to fill yourself with hope just to see a still half-dead Richie laying in front of you.

"Y/N?" Richie whispered, causing your head to snap up.

"Holy fucking shit, Richie! Holy shit you're awake!" you cried, standing up and pulling him into the best hug possible at this point, "Fuck we were so scared we thought we lost-"

"You love me?" he cut you off, his voice still in a whisper as his body was still in a slight amount of shock.

You pulled away, an assumingly terrified expression on your face. "W-what?"

"I thought I heard you say that you loved me." He said, looking up at you, his hand still on your upper arm from when you pulled away from the him.

"Oh I-I um I didn't- I-"

"Is Bill rubbing off on you?" Richie smirked, somehow still making inappropriate jokes.

You huffed, slapping his good arm and falling back into you chair with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Really though." Richie said, now in a serious tone.

"Really what?" You asked, trying your best to play dumb even though you knew Richie could see past it.

He rolled his eyes, a small smirk still plastered on his face. "Okay, fine," you continued, "yes."

"Yes, what?" Richie pressed and you groaned.

"Fuck you, Richie okay yes I love you!" you bit your lip, playing with the hem of your shirt. "But I wouldn't have said it if I didn't think you were going to fucking die right in front of me."

You looked at Richie after realizing he wasn't responding and noticed there was now a frown on his face. You sighed, pulling your chair closer to the bed and grabbing his hand in yours once again.

"I didn't mean it like that." you said, just above a whisper.

"You just said you only told me you loved me because I was going to die." Richie grumbled, "what was it supposed to mean?"

You ran your free hand over your face and shook your head before looking at him again. "I meant that I told you because I realized that I was probably never going to have a chance to say it at all and I was scared."

Richie finally looked at you, a hint of something that you couldn't quite place in his eyes. "Why haven't you told me this before?"

"I didn't want to lose you, Rich. You're everything to me

and I wouldn't be able to deal with anything without you. Having you as a best friend was a lot less risky than having you as a boyfriend." you explained, the weird look still in his eyes.

He stayed silent and that made you nervous. "Say something..." you practically choked, a lump forming in your throat again.

He continued to stare at you before whispering a simple "kiss me."

"wha-what?" you stuttered, not sure if you had heard him correctly.

"either you kiss me or i'll have to kiss your mo-" you rolled your eyes, cutting him off by sitting forward and pressing your lips to his.

They were chapped and they felt rough against yours but you didn't mind. In fact, you never wanted it to end. Richie moved his good arm to the back of your neck, pulling you as close as he could to him, your lips still connected and his tongue now sweeping along your bottom one. You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to meet yours as goosebumps ran down your spine.

This was everything you'd ever wanted. No matter how annoying Trashmouth was, you were never able to see yourself being so close to anyone else, hell, you didn't want to be that close to anyone else.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a soft, almost inaudible moan left Richie's throat, causing you to pull away and stare at him. For a split second his eyes were still closed but he soon opened them, a small frown forming on his now semi-red lips. "Why'd you stop?"

You just chuckled in response before getting out of your chair and quickly closing the door to the room which just confused Richie.

"What are you-"

"You're so dumb sometimes, Rich." you giggled, climbing onto the edge of his bed and kissing him once more, the tingles emanating across your skin again.

Richie's right hand was now placed on your hip, gripping it tight enough for you to stay where you were but not enough to hurt, though you probably wouldn't mind that.

As your tongues explored each other's mouths, you felt your way to the bedside table, grabbing around for your bag before pulling it to you. You pulled away from Richie again, causing him to groan. "Are you gonna do this often? Cause we'll have to have a serious chat about it."

But he shut up as soon as he realized that you were climbing on top of him, now straddling just hips.

You could see the heat rise to his cheeks and you felt it in yours too as you pecked him on the lips gently. "We don't have to do anything right now." You whispered against his lips, knowing he wasn't really doing great at the time.

He shook his head and pushed you up a little so he could see you, staring at you before smirking. "Why don't you be my doctor, Miss Y/N." He winked.

"Jesus Christ, Richie I'm never going to be able to have a moment with you!" You scolded, laying your head just below his chin.

Richie laughed, a real laugh. Something you loved to hear from him which you didn't hear often.

He ran his fingers up and down your arm softly, looking down at you. You were looking at the wall opposite from the two of you.

"I love you too, Y/N."

EHEM SOOOOO What did you guys think??? I haven’t written for anyone other than myself or my close friends in a long time so I hope it turned out alright. I really hope you liked it and be sure to give us a follow so you can see when we post more!

It would be greatly appreaciated if you guys could send in some requests of what you’d like to see next!

Thanks for reading!! xoxo - E.

[la-sorciere-fleur]

Hiii, I was wondering if you'd do a fix with no. 6 and Tommy Shelby with a fem reader 😊 thanks .

PROMPT: “I don’t want to see you with him again!”

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 1663

A/N: Tommy may seem a little different in this, but that’s because I wanted to portray his relationship with the reader a little differently to his other relationships in the show. I hope it’s okay though 😊

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You tried to ignore the heated gaze that burned into you from across the room. You’d attempted to convince David, the man you’d just started seeing, into going anywhere but the Garrison, but he’d been insistent that he wanted to come there. 

So there you sat, your current partner by your side and your former one across the room, glaring holes into you with his piercing blue eyes. Tommy had been the one to end it between you both, but you could understand why he wouldn’t want you in his pub - especially with another man.

You’d been with Tommy for a long time and shared a very passionate, heated relationship. Polly had once said he was different around you and more likely to act on impulse. This was an odd thing, considering Tommy was the type who always remained composed. 

You’d been happy together, but after an incident had put your life in danger, he had distanced himself before ending it altogether. Of course, he’d been openly relieved and grateful at first, when it was clear that no serious harm had come to you, but then the fact that his own business had endangered you seemed to have caught up with him.

You tried your best to ignore Tommy, but it was hard considering he still had a very strong effect on you. Of course, it didn’t help at all when Polly Shelby’s voice rang across the room.

“Well, bloody hell… is that Y/N? I haven’t seen you here in a while.”

She approached you and David, eyeing up the new man calculatingly.

“I wonder why that is, Pol?” You replied with a small smile. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she answered with a knowing smirk. “Tommy’s here. I’m sure he’d like to say hello.”

“Blimey, Y/N!” David exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were friends with the Shelbys!”

“Friends isn’t exactly how I would put it,” Polly corrected him. “She’s more like family.”

David stood up and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of it. With a small sigh, you walked with him and Polly over to the Shelby boys. Normally, they would have been in their private room, but when Tommy had entered and spotted you with David, he’d sat down outside, with the others following suit. The three of you approached their table, your gaze meeting with Tommy’s the entire time, leaving you to feel like a moth drawn to a flame.

“Y/N,” he greeted lowly once you’d approached. “Good to see you.”

You wanted to scoff, knowing that he didn’t want to see you at all. Yet, you refrained and remained on your best behaviour.

“Likewise, Tommy,” you replied.

“Have a seat,” he gestured in front of him, remaining inclined back in his seat all the while.

You obeyed, as did David, while Polly went over to the bar and ordered a drink.

“So,” Tommy continued. “Who’s this?”

His eyes seemed to cut right through David as he observed him scrutinisingly.

“This is my partner,” you explained, placing a hand on David’s arm.

Tommy’s eyes followed your movements, though his expression remained unreadable.

“David,” your partner introduced himself, leaning forward to shake Tommy’s hand.

You inwardly groaned when Tommy simply stared at David’s outstretched hand, unimpressed. Eventually, your partner retracted it and sat back in his seat, less confident than before.

“And how long have you been together?” Tommy inquired, turning his attention solely onto you.

“About a month,” you replied simply.

“About a month?” Tommy repeated slowly, his brow raised as he considered your words.

He nodded his head, pursing his lips together as he looked off to the side.

“It’s late though,” you said. “I think we’d better be going.”

Turning to David, you saw him nod in agreement.

“See you soon, Y/N,” Tommy said, speaking the words as though they were a promise.

You said nothing in return, wanting to leave as soon as possible. No one affected you like Tommy did, and the fact that nothing had changed at all left you feeling helpless and disappointed in yourself.

***

The next morning, you were making some tea when you heard a knock on your front door. When you answered it, you were shocked to find Tommy standing there.

“Can I come in?” He asked, straight to the point, his blue eyes piercing as they regarded you.

“I suppose…” you said lightly, still surprised by his sudden visit.

He walked inside but lingered in the hallway until you’d closed the door behind him. His gaze was heated as he looked at you and it left you feeling like you had all that time ago when you were his. He stepped close to you, his presence overpowering, despite the fact that he was only standing there, looking at you. He stopped when your bodies were only inches apart and the close proximity made you remember all the times you’d shared together in the past.

“Were you trying to make me jealous, Y/N?” He asked lowly.

“Tommy,” you scoffed. “You ended it months ago. If I wanted to win you back, I would have done it then.”

“You came into my pub with another man,” Tommy pointed out.

“Our relationship is in the past,” you argued. “I should be able to go where I please, with whom I please.”

You gasped when he backed you up against the wall, his body pressing into yours. His eyes burned like the centre of the sun and it brought back so many memories, you felt like you were falling right back under his spell.

“Did I make you jealous?” You asked, attempting to overcome your own emotions.

Tommy didn’t reply; instead, he closed the distance and captured your lips in a hungry kiss. That was all it took for you to let your guard down completely. He had a certain hold over you that couldn’t be undone. His hands ran down your stomach, before settling on your waist as he pressed up closer to you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, causing your breasts to push up against his hard chest.

You’d missed the feeling of his body against yours and never felt like it would happen again. Yet, there you both were, kissing heatedly as if not even one day had passed. His lips moved sensuously over yours, stirring up desire within you. His tongue caressed your own and you moaned into his mouth. He kissed you like a man starved, having clearly missed this as much as you had. One of his hands ventured down further, moving over your thigh tantalisingly and you broke the kiss breathlessly.

“Tommy…” you breathed out.

He took hold of your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I don’t want to see you with him again,” he ordered, leaving no room for argument.

“W-what?” You stammered, unable to believe his words.

“You heard me, Y/N,” he warned. “Get rid of him before I do it for you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He had absolutely no right to say such things.

“You ended it between us, Tommy,” you said indignantly. “Not me. You don’t get to say things like that anymore.”

He paused, eyeing you calculatingly.

“I made a mistake,” he said quietly after a moment. “You want me to say it? Well, there it is.”

“So, what?” You asked. “I’m just supposed to forget it ever happened and jump back into your arms? You hurt me, Tommy!”

“I didn’t want to lose you!” He argued.

“And yet, your actions only ensured that you did! You ended it and now I’ve moved on.”

“You expect me to believe that?” He challenged.

“I still love you, Tommy,” you admitted. “But I don’t want to be hurt again.”

He wrapped his arms around you, showing that he wasn’t about to give up.

“I meant what I said, Y/N,” he told you. “You either get rid of him, or I’ll do it for you.”

“How can you be like this, Tommy?” You asked, exasperated. “Why end it if you’re not willing to let me go?”

“I already told you why,” he replied. “I won’t let you go again.”

“You won’t even give me a choice? You haven’t asked whether I want this!”

“I don’t have to,” he countered. “You said it yourself that you still love me. Stop being stubborn, Y/N, and come home.”

“I can’t believe this…” you muttered. “You decide you want something and there’s nothing anybody can do to stop you, is there?”

“No,” he agreed. “Just admit that this is what you want.”

You looked up at him, unable to deny the power he held over you. He made you feel things that no other man could. You didn’t want anyone else but him and had spent all this time wishing you could change the past and be with him again. Now you were being given the chance to pick up from where you left off, but it wasn’t that easy. You honestly didn’t know why you were hesitating, other than because you didn’t want to always feel like he was in control.

“Tommy…” you began hesitantly. “I want to be with you again, but it can’t be like last time.”

“What are you saying?” He frowned at your words.

“You can’t push me away again,” you explained. “I can’t handle that a second time.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, his arms tightening slightly in their hold around you. He never verbally confirmed his agreement, but his actions showed that he understood. You leant up and he immediately caught on to what you wanted, closing the distance and kissing you again. It was slower this time; deep and drawn out. He savoured every moment, relishing in the fact that you were his again. He’d learnt from his mistake and wouldn’t change his mind. You melted into his arms and allowed yourself to fully enjoy all the things you’d missed about the man you loved.

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Part Four: Team Free Will. (The Song Remains the Same S05E13)

Episode Summary: Anna, the renegade angel, travels back in time to kill John and Mary so Sam is never born, and he cannot be the vessel to Lucifer. Castiel sends the reader and the Winchesters boys back in time to stop Anna. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2,968.

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How the hell did your life get to this point? A little over five years ago you were just some person in their twenties, passing the time of your loneliness by throwing yourself into the endless amount of research for the Winchesters when they were still a family all about hunting. While they had the endless road at their fingertips, you had a two-story house to call your own. It was filled with a set of problems that you tried to get over, but you ended up ditching it when John went missing and Dean wanted to try and contact his little brother. When the youngest Winchester called off hunting for a chance at a normal life after seeing enough hunting to make him see what it was all about. You had done the opposite. You decided a normal life wasn’t worth it. You wanted to do more than just sit at home and learn about the monsters of the night, you wanted to hunt them. Looking up from the little mundane task you were doing, you glanced up to the mirror that you were standing in front of to stare at yourself for a moment.

You could play the game of "What If" until your thoughts collapsed of all the mistakes that lead you to the apocalypse. You could blame yourself for doing what you thought was right at the time. But you had a feeling, no matter what you did, somehow you would find yourself in this position sooner or later. Letting out a quiet sigh, you glanced back down at the glass cups you were about to grab, but the sound of ruffling wings made you glance up from your task just one more time, curious to see if your mind was playing tricks on you. Cas had been missing for the past few days since you came back to the present. You tried calling, texting, and even tracking his phone to see if he just landed himself somewhere else in the world. But your eyes suddenly grew wide as you dropped the cups to the dresser, seeing his reflection once more in the mirror.

“Cas!” You called out his name in a panic as you quickly turned around in your spot to face him. It only took a quick look over to see the angel wasn’t feeling his best. He appeared to be dizzy and out of his own psyche, but he managed to stand on his own two feet for a little while longer until the boys realized your friend was back. You let out a sigh of relief when the brothers grabbed Cas by his arms and helped him stay balanced for a little while longer. A smile spread across your lips at seeing him once more. “You son of a bitch. You made it.”

“I...I did?” Cas seemed surprised himself at what he was capable of doing after being so weak after bringing the four of you to the past. It nearly killed him. But it seemed spending four days in the motel had been enough to gather enough strength to send him back. He lifted up his hands to see that he was in one piece, and with an inspection that everything seemed to have been working just fine, Cas looked up to stare at you. You gave him a concerned look when you noticed he was worn down with a layer of sweat covering his face, not to mention the blood that was starting to trickle down his nose. “I’m very surprised.”

Cas remained conscious only a few moments after speaking before he passed right out once more. The boys worked together in getting the angel to the bed so he could continue on resting. You followed over when Cas was dropped to the bed and left there on his back. Out of caution, you placed your hand in front of his nostrils to check to see if he was still breathing, you could feel small breaths of hot air tickle your skin. You nodded your head and looked at the boys, confirming your little angel was still alive.

"I don't know about you guys, but I could use that drink now." Dean suggested an idea that you wouldn’t deny having after the events that you had been through over the past few days. You got the drinks and handed one to each of the boys as Dean grabbed the bottle of whiskey he bought this morning for all of you to enjoy. He twisted off the top and poured each of you a drink, deciding to make a little toast for the hell of it. “This is it.”

You furrowed your brow in slight confusion, “This is what?”

“Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie,” Dean nodded his head to his little brother before he slipped his empty hand into the pocket of his jeans. He decided to give the four people of whom were going to try and stop the apocalypse from happening a catching name. “One dropout with six bucks to his name, Mr. Comatose over there and Rosemary’s baby all grown up. It’s awesome.”

“It’s not funny.” You said with a frown stretching across your lips at the name he’d given you. He looked at you from the corner of his eye as he took a sip of his drunk.

“I’m not laughing, Y/N.” Dean told you. “Trust me.”

You tightened your grip around the drink you hadn't touched yet as the brothers took a second sink of the whiskey, wanting something to help keep the silence going for a few seconds longer. Nobody knew what the future was going to hold for the three of you, or if there was a chance you could even win this fight without destroying yourselves in the process. You looked straight ahead at Cas, who was still lying on the bed, almost appearing as if he were dead. Sam let out a deep breath and decided to address the elephant in the room.

“They all say we’ll say yes.” Sam said, repeating the same line you’ve been hearing from angels and demons. If they had one thing in common, it was they wanted to see the end of the world crumble. A battle that's been brewing since the beginning of humanity, and you three little humans were trying to stop it with an angel that didn’t have wings with a paraplegic back in South Dakota.

“I know.” Dean said, acknowledging the fact. “It’s getting annoying.”

"What if they're right?" Sam asked. You scoffed as his question and told him you wouldn't let that happen as you brought the cup to your lips to take a drink. "I mean, w-why would we, either of us? But...I've been weak before. Michael got Dad to say yes."

"That was different." You said. "Anna was about to kill Mary."

"And if you could save your parents, what would you say, Y/N?" Sam asked you.

"Both of you are not going to say yes. I'll make sure of that. There's no demon chirping in your ear to tell you what to do, Sammy." You said, with a matter-of-fact tone as you changed the subject. You looked away from the boys as you stared at spot on the carpet. It suddenly felt like a heavy boulder was on your shoulders when you started to think about what you were dealing with. You brought the cup to your lips to take another sip, all before mumbling, "I would tell my own mother to go screw herself."

 It was true that Ruby wasn't here anymore to help push Sam along the path to self destruction, but you weren't any better. You could feel your breathing becoming a bit heavier as you thought about the realization that you might become just like her. While the boys had to worry about not letting a simple word slip off the tongue, granting access to two archangels who wanted to see one another dead, you were fighting an internal battle brought on by a woman who just wanted to have a child. Who just wanted a normal life. She had a moment of weakness, just like Mary, after suffering a loss, and sold someone very dear to her to Azazel. Neither of them realized it would bring all of you one step closer to the end of the world. If they knew, would they change?

+ + +

January, 1979:

“Where’d you even get it?”

Mary Winchester stood in the almost completed nursery with her husband, John, and stood next to the completed crip that would soon be the home of a healthy baby boy in just the matter of a few weeks. She stared at the ceramic figurine that her husband had pointed out after she arrived back this afternoon after spending the day out doing some last minute shopping for the baby

"Garage sale. Twenty-five cents. Ella pointed it out to me." Mary said. She rubbed her stomach and looked at the angelic face with a bit of a smile, her husband, however was thankful she didn’t spend too much money on it. She let out a chuckle and gave the man a playful look. “Hey.”

“I mean,” John tilted his head to the side and tried to squeeze his honest opinion about what he thought about the angel figure that would be over his child’s crib. He wasn’t a true man of faith, but he thought it might have been a bit overboard. “You really don’t think it’s just a little cheesy?”

"Mnh-mnh. I think it's sweet." Mary said. She took a step closer to the crib as she continued on staring at the figure. John reached up and rested his arm around his wife's shoulder, his fingers dangling close to his unborn child. He embraced her closer and gave a soft kiss to her shoulder as she rested her head against his. "Can't even put my finger on why I like it. I just...like it."

“Well, then, I love it.” John agreed, only wanting to see his wife happy.

Mary turned her head to her husband when he leaned over to give her a kiss on the lips, both of them sharing a sweet moment together, knowing it wasn't going to be just the two of them for much longer. With the new baby arriving soon. She gave him a smile before watching him walk away, knowing there was still the both of them needed to do before their child, Dean, would be brought into this world. Mary wanted her first born to be named after someone that was special to her, and that was her mother, Deanna. She was occupied by her own thoughts, but her child was quick to demand her attention when he kicked her stomach, causing Mary to let out a breath from the unexpected pressure she wasn’t expecting just yet this morning.

“Quite a kick there. Troublemaker already.” She cooed as she rubbed her stomach and walked around the room to the window that overlooked the front yard. It’d been a few months since her and John had bought another house in Lawrence, a much bigger house that was in a quiet and safe neighborhood which seemed perfect for the growing family. A smile stretched across her lips when she spotted the moving truck in the driveway of the house directly across the street. Ella and Andrew had been following in their friends’ footsteps. Not only was Mary pregnant, but it seemed that Ella was stricken with a bit of good luck, she found out she was carrying a healthy baby girl just a few days ago. The idea of her child and Ella’s growing up together made a smile spread across her lips in joy. For some reason, she had a feeling they were going to be close. Dean kicked her stomach once more when she turned away from the window. She rubbed her bump and looked over at the small angelic figurine once more. “It’s okay, baby. It’s all okay. Angels are watching over you.”

+ + +

1981:

The clock across the nightstand had turned to two in the morning, and Ella couldn’t get herself to fall asleep. She slipped out of the creaky motel bed, her heart growing heavy with nervousness as she dropped to her knees. Her husband, who was drunk off the cheap beer that he had been drinking just a few hours ago, remained undisturbed. Ella had felt sober since she had retired to bed just a few hours ago. Her thoughts wouldn't go away, no how much she drank, the persistent motivation kept her nerves restless. She was a little bit excited. But, God, was she scared. She placed her elbows on the mattress and intertwined her fingers before resting her head on her knuckles and closed her eyes, making her vision go black for a moment. This was her last chance. She pressed her eyelids tighter and tried to get anyone to listen. After eight years and six funerals, she needed a miracle. Exhaling a quiet breath, she got herself to focus as she started a prayer.

"Dear Lord, thank you for blessing me with everything that you've given me and the people around me happiness. Thank you for my wonderful husband and the friends that you have given me. My life has been so peaceful since I've moved to Kansas. It's perfect. But...all I ask is for something small, that's all." Ella whispered to herself, but in her head, she was speaking to the Heavens, hoping He was listening to her finally. She inhaled a deep breath before continuing her prayer, deciding to start off to appear just as a humble woman. "My best friend, Mary Winchester, she has a little boy name Dean. I talked about him before. He's turning two next week. He's a cute little thing...I might have spoiled him a bit too much with the presents that I got him. And I know Mary is going to kill me after she sees what I got him."

Ella felt a smile spread across her lips at the thought of little Dean, with his bright green eyes, and how much he looked like his mother. She felt herself straying from her prayer, so she quietly cleared her throat, getting herself to focus again. "Please send someone to look over him and his parents. Mary and John are the only family we have. Please keep the Winchesters safe. And my husband, too."

She lifted her head up slightly and cracked open an eye to stare at Andrew. He was still passed out, quietly snoring, having no clue of what her past time had become as she returned back to her position.  "Lord, I pray for your help to deliver me from infertility. Andrew and I have been trying for almost seven years now. The doctors say that I can’t carry a baby full term. But sometimes I read about how women like me that have healthy babies. And I was wondering if you might grant me a child of my own. Please, Father.” Ella whispered as she clutched her fingers tighter. She’d been in this position before, down on her knees, asking for a miracle from anyone that would listen. “I know Andrew doesn’t care that I can’t have children. He’s been talking about adopting. Perhaps I could take care of another woman’s child when she couldn’t...but, forgive me Father for what I am about to say. But it’s not the same. I want a baby. I one. I���ve lost six babies. Isn’t that enough to show You how much I want to be a mother? Perhaps, this is what You wanted for me.”  

Ella could feel hot tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks, rolling down her skin, but hitting the crumpled bedspread. She inhaled a deep breath, knowing her mindset was drifting to envy for the things she didn't have. And that was a sin. "My mother used to say everything happens for a reason. She told me that perhaps I that, because I couldn't have kids, hunting was meant for me. And I did love it. But that's not for me anymore. I know that. You sent me Andrew, and if I was meant to have a family, then You would have given me a child by now. But, forgive me God, I can't do anymore. I need a family. And my method of going about it is very...unorthodox. I'm scared I might be tempted into doing it. Please stop me. Send me a sign that you’re listening to me. Give me a sign that you will give me a child. Give me a sign that you will stop me from doing this."

She didn't know what she was expecting. A burst of light? An angelic voice to tell her that her prayers have been answered? Ella peered her up and opened her eyes to the dark motel room. It was dead silent, nothing but the sound of hear breathing and Andrew's snores. She dropped her hands to the bed and let out a quiet sigh. Ella had spent seven years on her knees praying to God. If he wouldn't grant her what she wanted, then someone else would. Perhaps the alcohol was affecting her head that night when she grabbed that tin canister filled with graveyard dirt, a black cat bone, her old permit she found while cleaning out the house and a yarrow flower. Clutching it tightly, she left her sleeping husband alone, and off to the crossroads she spotted just a few miles back.

If God wouldn't give her the miracle she'd been so patient for, then she was done with Him. She decided to look for a friend in His son, the Devil himself. 

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