#I COULD TALK ABOUT BO FOREVER

[gojipink]

gojiiii !!! i need to know more about you and bokuto :3 how did you guys meet ?? what’s your favorite thing about him ?? also .. when are we double dating hehe 😌

AIMSSSSS!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)♡︎ hehehe bokuto n i go pretty far back! we met while we were still in high school!! we went to different schools but since i went to a girl's volleyball powerhouse hs n his coach n my coach were friends, we would have coed practice matches together sometimes! bo was actually pretty nervous n shy around me surprisingly n one day during our last practice game before our schools let out for break, he dragged me outside the gym with red cheeks before blurting out his feelings very loudly n all in one breath and the rest is history! (cue people not believing bo had a girlfriend in high school bc they didnt buy into the "she goes to a different school" excuse LOL)

my favorite thing about him!!! what a tough question!!! hmmm i think my favorite thing is just how passionate he is!! when he does something he pours his heart n soul into it n when he makes a decision he charges forward with that decision with no second thoughts or regrets! he loves with his entire being and he has so much love to give! i love my big teddy bear boyfie so much :((

DOUBLE DATE WITH U N KUROO SOON (∩˃ω˂∩) making bo text kuroo rn to figure something out! k-bbq sound good to u two? ♡︎

[fulcrum-art-fox]

I thought it was pretty interesting that the Armourer doesn’t doubt Bo-Katan when she tells her she saw the mythosaur. Obviously at first there’s the confusion over whether she means in a dream or a vision, but once they clear that up, the Armourer doesn’t doubt her. She doesn’t suggest she’s mistaken, or lying. Bo-Katan says, sincerely, that she saw a mythical beast and the Armourer believes her. “I was told the mythosaur existed only in legends, and yet, you saw it . . .” There’s a fascinating degree of trust there and I love it

[scallisaac]

There is not a locked room anywhere that with the right tools and enough time you can't break into.

[ID: A series of 21 gifs from the TV show 9-1-1.

The 1st gif shows Hen and Eddie untangling Halloween decorations at the firehouse. Eddie says, "You never know when a door is gonna close, and when it does, then...". Hen replies "It's sealed".

The 2nd gif shows Shannon talking to Eddie, who is offscreen, at a restaurant. She says, "Because if I try to do this again before I'm ready, there won't be a second chance."

The 3rd gif shows Pepa talking to Eddie, who is offscreen. She says, "It's been too long. You need to do something or you're going to be alone forever."

The 4th gif shows an injured woman lying on a backboard in a c-collar talking to Eddie and Hen, who are offscreen. She says, "We're all gonna die alone. Might as well spend time with our loved ones while we're still living." The gif cuts to a shot of Eddie and Hen looking at her.

The 5th gif shows Shannon lying down in an ambulance with a c-collar. She is talking to Eddie, who is offscreen. She says, "I'd love...a little more time."

The 6th gif shows Eddie during a flashback talking to Shannon, who is offscreen. He says "Can we please talk about this later? Can I maybe just get a little damn time?"

The 7th gif shows Eddie with tears in his eyes talking to Kim, who is offscreen. He says, "Never did get to say all the things I wanted to say. or hear all the things I needed to hear, I guess."

The 8th gif shows Ramon sitting down at a table talking to Eddie, who is offscreen. He says, "Why didn't you tell us?" The gif cuts to a shot of Eddie, who says, "Pretty sure you know the answer to that question."

The 9th gif shows Eddie standing in front of his fridge with tears in his eyes, talking to Ana, who is offscreen. He says, "I should have said something sooner." Ana replies, still offscreen, "Yeah. You probably should have."

The 10th gif shows Buck talking to Eddie, who is offscreen. He says, "You said you did this a year ago, why are you just telling me now?"

The 11th gif shows Eddie underground during the well rescue. You cannot see his face. He says, "I need more time", but the text indicates it's unintelligible. The gif cuts to a shot of Bobby looking frustrated, then cuts to a shot of Buck shouting, "Cap, can't we give him more time?"

The 12th gif shows Christopher yelling at Eddie, who is offscreen. Offscreen, Eddie says, "We'll make an even bigger gingerbread house next year, right?" Christopher replies, "You could be dead next year!" The gif cuts to a shot of Eddie looking up at Christopher, who is offscreen, with a shocked look.

The 13th gif shows Eddie on the phone. He says, "Why wait? Well, there's no better time than now."

The 14th gif shows Eddie at the firehouse talking to Chimney, who is offscreen. He says, "Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. If you love her, tell her."

The 15th gif shows Shannon at a restaurant talking to Eddie, who is offscreen. She says, "Eddie, uh, I think–". The gif cuts to a shot of Eddie, where he cuts Shannon off and says, "Please, just...let me say this."

The 16th gif shows Buck talking to Eddie, who is offscreen. He says, "Uh, Eddie–". The gif cuts to a shot of Eddie, where he cuts Buck off and says, "Just let me finish."

The 17th gif shows Buck being pushed towards the ground, with blood splattered on his face. He is staring ahead at Eddie, who is offscreen, with a shocked expression. The gif cuts to a shot of Eddie, who is lying on his side on the street, with his head in a puddle of blood. He is staring ahead at Buck, who is offscreen, as his hand falls forward towards Buck.

The 18th gif shows a close-up of Eddie talking to Christopher, who is offscreen. He says, "You can always come back. If you change your mind five minutes or five months from now...".

The 19th gif shows Eddie sitting in a confessional booth. Offscreen, a priest says to him, "Well, I imagine after 23 years, something in particular must be bothering you enough to make you feel like you need to be here."

The 20th gif shows Eddie talking to Buck, who is offscreen. He says, "Don't walk away from something before you even know what it is."

The 21st gif shows Eddie opening his front door. The gif cuts to wide shot of him smiling and nodding hello to Buck, who is offscreen. Eddie is wearing a button-up shirt with no pants. The gif then cuts to a shot of a visibly upset Buck standing outside, looking at Eddie.

END ID]

[loveandmurders]

Monsters love their wives II (Bo Sinclair x f!reader)

Hello everyone! This is the last part of this mini series about Bo being an idiot and hurting his wife even though he loves her. You can find the first part here.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: ANGST, comfort (in a dark way I guess), violence (graphic), blood, murders, fear, strong words, very morally grey reader, toxic relationship, mentions of cheating and sexual activities, mentions of torture, suicide and death, threats of sequestration... But Bo loves you 🥺

Bo had tied up the girl on the chair and had glued her lips together because he didn’t want to hear her screams.

He just needed to take his anger out and she was perfect for that, especially after what she just did. He was beating her with violence and insulting her.

“Ya saw this, whore?” he told her as he showed her his wedding ring “Kissin’ a married man, ya bitch, and believin’ I'd want ya” he said as he punched her face one more time. Her cheeks and eyes were already starting to swollen as her nose and lips were bleeding. He was about to break her fingers one by one, when he heard the door being opened which made him pause. He really hoped it wasn’t you because he didn’t want you to see him covered in blood like that. You were already afraid of him, no need to add more to it.

He was very confused when he saw Vincent coming downstairs and he turned his back to the girl who tried to scream for help.

“Better be important, Vince. Can’t ya see ’m busy right now?” he asked Vincent who started to angrily sign:

"It’s about your wife. Important enough for you?"

“... Ya know she is.” Bo nodded, a little bit worried now.

"Well Y/N thinks you are cheating on her and soon going to kill her! I promise her you were going to kill that bitch in front of her, but you better think of something very fast or you are going to lose her forever."

“What?” Bo was completely taken aback. He felt his heart sinking inside his chest. “But I love her, none of this’ true” he whispered

"Well if you hadn’t fucking hurt her the last morning and if she hadn’t seen you kissing that slut, maybe things would be better right now, fucking idiot!"

“How? What was she doin’ here?” Bo wondered, not even caring about the way Vincent was talking to him.

"Don’t know, don’t care. Bring the girl for a public execution. Because of you, I won’t even be able to use her body for the House of Wax or anything. No need to upset Y/N even more. Good job, really." Vincent paused for a few moments. "Fuck, Bo, don’t tell me you’re cheating on your wife."

“O’course not!” Bo exclaimed as he turned around and gave another vengeful punch on the girl’s face.

She lost consciousness and he started to untie her. Vincent helped Bo bring her back to the house to show you she meant nothing to your husband. 

The eldest Sinclair brother was silent as he was trying to think on how he could fix the situation with you. He also was wondering what you were doing at his garage. He wasn’t naïve enough to think that you came to earn cuddles from him - even if he would have been more than happy to drop his work to show you how sorry he was. 

When you saw the two men in the house, you had to admit you were a little bit relieved to see that Bo’s hands were covered in the girl’s blood and that he didn’t seem like he was in the middle of fucking her when Vincent interrupted him. Bo let the girl fall on the ground without a care in the world and quickly walked to you to cup your face in one hand. You refused to look at him at first but he forced you. He needed to see your eyes and he looked for them before telling you:

“Ain’t cheatin’ on ya, wife”

You swallowed hard and you fought against the thought that he seemed sincere. You removed your face from his hand and looked away. But he grabbed your face once again, in a very gentle way.

“I mean it. Ain’t cheatin’ on ya.” he insisted

“Then why were you kissing that girl?” you asked, gesturing with your head toward the woman

“And what were ya doin’ at the garage?” he asked back and it made you frown.

“Bo” Lester rolled his eyes at his big brother and Vincent also groaned in disapproval at Bo’s question, saving you from answering. 

“Alright, alright” Bo grumbled as he let go of your face and knelt in front of you “She jumped on me, didn’t have time to stop her. Didn’t ya see me pushin’ her away? And once downstairs, I wasn’t… Ya can ask Vince, I was beatin’ her to death when he came. Ya can see the state of her face” he softly told you and you looked at the woman. Vincent roughly grabbed her by the hair to show you her face, and you had to admit she wasn’t looking too good. She groaned in pain as she was slowly getting back to reality.

“What do ya think, sis?” Lester asked you and you nibbled on your bottom lip. 

It was true that it didn’t seem that Bo was cheating on you with that girl in particular. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to kill you, and it didn’t mean you shouldn’t find a way out of Ambrose whenever you would be able to.

“Just kill her already. But not on my floor. I don’t want blood everywhere” you finally replied.

The boys relaxed a little, because you still seemed to consider this house as your home. Hence, it meant you weren’t going to leave. Bo kissed your forehead and you had to resist the urge to flinch away from him. He grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her out of the house. Lester and Jonesy stayed by your side as the twins quickly put her out of her misery. She was quite lucky you had been there or your husband would have tortured her for hours before killing her. 

“How feelin’?” Lester asked you and you simply shrugged

“Gonna grab that nap now” you replied and he nodded.

“Sounds like a plan, love” he agreed and he helped you to get up and followed you upstairs. He tucked you to bed and wished you to sleep well before closing the door behind him. Jonesy stayed with you and settled at your feet. You took comfort in her presence.

You did sleep a few hours, but you woke up covered in sweat, with the very clear thought that you needed to run away now. You didn’t remember the dream you had before waking up, but it was obviously a nightmare. You were feeling absolutely panicked. It woke up Jonesy who asked to get out of the room. So you got up, opened the door for her and then you frantically started to look for clothes in your wardrobe. You needed to find an outfit you would be comfortable in and you needed good shoes and…

You heard a very soft knock at the door and you froze, as Bo slowly opened it. He was about to ask you how you were doing and if you were hungry, when he saw you. Your hair was sticking to your forehead. You looked like a deer caught in headlights; you looked almost ill. He locked the door before coming closer to you. The gesture alone made you sick.

“Whatcha doin’?” he softly asked, his blue eyes piercing yours. 

“Just… looking for clothes… I need a shower. I’m not feeling too well” you replied, half the truth, aware he would instantly know if you were lying to him.

“Still thinkin’ ‘m cheatin’ on ya?” he asked as he took a step closer to you and your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t trust your voice so you simply shook your head. “But ya’re still afraid ’m gonna kill ya?” he asked again and you cursed yourself for having said that to Vincent and Lester. You should have been smarter.

“I just need a shower. Please let me unlock the door” you said because you were just unable to sincerely reply to this question. You grabbed an outfit, without even really looking at it and you tried to walk past him but he grabbed your wrist.

“I know I shouldn’t’ve hurt ya” he said as he brought you closer to him. He took the clothes you had in your hands and threw them on the bed. He took both of your hands in his. “I was worried my wife wanted to go. O’course, I shouldn’t’ve reacted that way. But even if ya’re afraid of me, for the moment, ya don’t want to go no more? Ya know your place’s in Ambrose, by my side, right? Ya know I want ya and only ya? Ya know I’ll never let ya go anyways?” he whispered to you with a gentle smile

“Is it a threat?” you asked as you tried to stay strong. He quickly shook his head

“Ah baby, it’s just a promise. We’re married, remember? Together 'till the end.” he mused as he stroked your nose with his.

“Yes, untill you kill me” you told him and he looked back at you, his head moving to the side. It was really saddening for him.

“What were ya doin’ at my garage earlier?” he asked but you didn’t answer “where ya trying to find a way out? Did ya think ya could find some help?” he asked and you looked away. He grabbed your face, a little less gently than earlier that day “Answer, Y/N” he sternly told you and you heard the danger just under the surface of his calm voice

“I wanted to find a way out, yes” you admitted and it made Bo groan in anger.

“And why that? Don’t ya know it’s your duty to stay by my side, as my wife?” he asked you as he pushed you against the nearest wall. You just wanted to cry again but you didn’t want to give him that kind of power over you.

“And you, isn’t it your duty to take care of me? To be good to me? As my husband?” you asked back “You hadn’t been nice to me in weeks. You even did this to me then” you continued as you moved a hand on your sore and bruised throat.

Bo stayed silent and his dark demeanour instantly disappeared. He tenderly stroked your cheek before bringing one of your hands to his lips to kiss.

“Don’t be afraid and don’t leave, and things will go back to normal” he promised

“I’m afraid, Bo” you replied

“It won’t happen again. I’ll do better. But don’t try to leave” he warned you

“Or what? You'll kill me?” you insisted, even though you knew you were playing with fire in this instant

“But love, why would I do that?” he asked as he pressed himself even more against you. You could feel his breath against your face “Don’t want to kill my wife. I want ya here, with me, forever” he whispered to you

“You can always ask Vince to turn me into a wax statue” you said and he let escape a humourless laugher

“A wax statue wouldn’t argue, talk and flirt with me, wouldn’t make love to me, wouldn’t tell me it loves me… Ya still love me, wife?” he asked as his lips were almost against yours but you turned your head to the side to prevent him from kissing you “Oh com’on, doll, ‘m missin’ ya so badly” he whined

“So what would you do if I left? You said…” you started but he cut you off

“Ya know that when ‘m angry, I say stuff I don’t mean. But I do mean that ya better don’t try to leave. I would indeed hunt ya down and bring ya back to Ambrose, where ya belong”

“And that’s all?” you asked, you needed to know what Bo had planned for you

“And I would tie ya up on that bed until ya would behave like a good girl. If I need to lock ya up inside the house to keep ya here, be certain it’s what I’ll do, without a second of hesitation. So do I need to tie ya up, love? Or will ya be a good girl to me?” he asked

You didn’t even need to think; you cupped his face with both your hands and you crashed your lips against his. You didn’t want to be tied up. You didn’t want to lose the small freedom you still had by badly reacting now. You were still afraid but you needed to be smart. Bo instantly replied to the kiss, so happy to finally be allowed to touch you that way. He was passionate, but also so gentle with you, as if he was afraid he could break you if he was too forceful. His hands were soon all over your body, enjoying to feel you. You were a drug to him, and not being able to touch you was quickly making him lose it. His lips trailed down from your mouth to your throat. He left very tender little kisses all over your skin, as a silent way to apologise for what he did. 

“Fuckin’ love ya” he whispered to you “Ya know that, right? Would go completely insane without ya in my life. That’s why I can’t let ya go. That’s why I needed us to get married. I’m gonna be good to ya, I swear. As long as ya don’t try to go” he murmured to you in between kisses.

You simply nodded because you had no idea what to answer to this. You were a little bit surprised by such words and touch, and you wanted to believe him. You wanted to let go of your fear of the man, and you wanted things to go back to normal.

But something was broken now, and Bo would need to work very hard to fix this, and a lot of time and patience for things to truly go back to normal.

“Still love me, right?” he insisted because you hadn’t answered when he had first asked you. He slightly moved from you to observe you, eagerly waiting for those three little words to resume his kisses and lovingly caresses. You nodded.

“Of course, I love you” you said and the man instantly smiled and went back to loving on you.

It was then it hit you: you might have married a very dangerous man who could so easily kill you, he was a lost puppy without you.

“Hey, Bo” you said and he looked up at you. “I don’t want you to take care of the women anymore.” you told him

“Anythin’ you wanna” he nodded

“And if you ever hurt me again… I’ll make sure, you’ll never have me again either” you promised him and he frowned without understanding

“What?” he softly asked

“Married 'till the end, you said, and you’re not the only one who can kill me. I can too” you explained and his eyes widened

“Y/N” he whined “Don’t say such things” he whimpered, knowing he wouldn’t last more than a few hours without you in his life. And he couldn’t fight Death. 

His lips found yours again, hoping to make you stop saying such horrible words and promises. He wouldn’t let anything happen to his wife. He would rather die.

However Bo never forgot those words.

Like you never tried to run away from him anymore.

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[rogueddie]

Steve nearly winces when he steps into the room, following behind Dustin and Mike. He's already wishing he'd tried to shut Lucas up as soon as he'd tried to say that "no, really, I don't mind!"

Because of course he's this unlucky. Of course his date would skip out almost last minute, of course he'd end up with no excuse to avoid helping Dustin with his stupid D&D game and of course the person who probably hates Steve most is crouched on the biggest chair like it's a throne.

Eddie Munson eyes lock on him immediately. He stares for a while, making Dustin and Mike shift awkwardly beside him.

"Absolutely not. No way." He's grinning though. His eyes narrow slightly at Steve, like he's daring him to do something.

"You asked for a sub, we delivered."

Steve simply raises an eyebrow, pointedly shifting the sheets Dustin had helped him make up. It draws Eddies attention off his face, finally. When he looks back up, he's smiling a little more genuinely.

The guys standing at his sides are still glaring, looking almost cruelly excited when Eddie stands up, meandering his way over to them.

He gently plucks the sheet out Steves hand, eyebrows slowly raising as he reads.

Everyone is waiting, eyeing Eddie impatiently. Dustin and Mike are tense, as though waiting for Eddie to blow up. The others seem to expect the same, though Steve imagines they're more excited for it.

"Why did you come?" Eddie eventually asks, still holding onto the character sheet. "What could possibly be so important about this that King Steve would miss the championship game?"

"Dustin said this one was important," Steve shrugs. Fights to keep his calm demeaner. "Something about it being the last one or something. He's been going on about this shit forever. Seemed cruel to leave him high and dry at the last leg."

"Well…" Eddie eyes the character sheet before handing it back. Looks Steve up and down, before finally grinning. His eyes crinkle at the edges. "Welcome to Hellfire, Lady Elora."

He sticks his hand out. Steve shakes it, trying not to grin back.

Even with how often Dustin has talked to him about the game, Steve is clueless. Dustin and Mike both save him from embarressment every time though, quick to argue different options in such a pointed way that he knows the others aren't fooled by.

But Steve doesn't mind, often finds himself rolling his eyes at their antics only to find Eddie eyeing him almost fondly.

He finds that he enjoys it though. He'd make the character Elora as a joke, mostly just throwing whatever seemed to fit at random. An Elf who's a ranger, chaotic neutral, swinging around a bat with nails.

He wonders if it sounds as stupid to everyone else as it does to him.

He's often lost on the story too. But Eddie is brilliant at telling it. Even when he doesn't understand what he means, he flinches when the others yell at a reveal. Anxiety bubbling up when things get tense, slowly getting more and more invested in the game. Even he can tell that they're nearing the end, the final fight.

"You're scared, you're tired, you are injured," Eddie says. "Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?"

Steve already knows the answer before Dustin speaks up; "I say we fight. To the death!"

"To the death," Mike echoes, nodding.

"To the death." Steve sniffs, doesn't bother fighting the grin.

Eddie grins back at him, the others chanting the sentiment. Steve feels warm with his attention locked on him.

Steve has the first roll. He still doesn't understand the numbers, but the others cheer so he assumes it must be good. But then it goes downhill, so many bad rolls.

Everyone is too hyped up for Steve to keep up so he focuses on Eddie. He's jeering, jumping up out of his seat, encouraging the chaos and seeming to control the energy of the room. When he laughs, he sounds more like a movie villain.

And then, one of them calls time out.

They huddle into a circle, just like they did in basketball. Steve is surprised by how easily two of the older boys pull him in.

"Guys, I hate to say this but we have got to flee."

"I concur."

"Didn't we just agree 'to the death'?" Steve frowns. He's not ready to give up yet. He can feel how close they are.

"That wasn't literal!"

A hand tightens on his shoulder. "Vecna just decimated us. We can't kill him with two players."

"You too?" Dustin sounds just as annoyed as Steve feels. "Vecna only has 15 more hit points left, don't be pussies!"

"Pussies? Really? Cause we're not delusional?"

"No, no, Dustins right," Steve butts in. Barely holds back a warning to Dustin about his language; it's not the time for babysitting. "We're too close now, we can't give up!"

"HEY!" Eddie calls, easily drawing all their attention back to him. "If I may interject, gentleman… whilst I respect the passion, you'd be wise to take Garreth the Greats concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don't try to be heroes. Not today."

Something about his smirk and stupid head tilt just makes Steve more determined. If he has to continue fighting this stupid game alone, god dammit, he will.

Steve only half pays attention to Mike talking strategy. He's already made up his mind.

"What do you say, Elora?" Dustin turns to him, looking uncertain.

"We can kill him." Steve sounds more sure than he probably has any right to be. But he is. He can feel it in his bones. They can win.

"Fuck yeah we can," he grins at Steve. The others look more uncertain. Dustin turns back to Eddie, shoulders back, chin up and looking almost proud. "Let's kill this son of a bitch!"

Dustin gets first roll and it's bad.

It's all down to Steve.

He can feel how tense everyone is. Dustin and Gareth start yelling when he takes to long. But he can't roll yet, follows his gut; he has to get this right, has to roll at the right time.

It's just like swinging a bat in baseball, he tells himself. Just gotta time it right…

He rolls.

The dice seems to move in slow motion. Steve can almost hear each time it bounces off the board. The tension is so thick that it almost chokes him, for a moment he's sure that he can't breath.

20.

There's a moment where no one reacts. Then Dustin yells, grabbing Steves arm and shaking him in his excitement. Mike, a more similar height, throws his arms around his shoulders. It's a little painful to have him shouting directly in his ear but, he too, is too excited to care.

The others have started yelling too, Eddie dramatically overacting his shock too. Steve can't help but laugh.

It takes a while for everyone to calm down. An even longer moment to stop talking enough so they can start packing their things up. Steve only brought his jacket and character sheet, so he stays stood at the end of the table to wait for the kids.

Eddie keeps glancing up at him as he packs most of the pieces away.

"Harrington," Grant grins at him. "Never thought I'd be saying this but... thanks for coming."

"Oh, uh, yeah, no problem," Steve tries to smile.

"Dude, you missed the championship game to save our asses in DnD," Gareth grins, throwing his arm over his shoulder. "Who woulda thought, though. Steve Harrington, huh?"

The other two laugh. Steve finally feels a little lighter, on safer ground.

"How the mighty have fallen, huh?" Steve tries. And they laugh, Jeff slapping him on the back.

At the doorway, he lingers for a moment, whilst everyone else starts heading down the hall.

"Thanks for letting me play," Steve says, turning to Eddie. "I know I'm not... uh..."

"Don't strain yourself," Eddie waves him off. "It's fine. The kids have raved about you enough for me to figure out that you're a good dude."

"Oh. Thanks."

"You should join their next campaign."

"I don't know. You're graduating, right?"

"Aww, you like me that much, big boy?" He puts a hand to his chest, batting his eyelashes.

But Steve remembers the rumors that went around, remembers exactly how true they were proven to be. And, well...

"What would you say if I am?" He fires back.

Eddie, true to his reputation, is never one to back down from a fight; "then I'd tell you to ask me out like you mean it."

"Alright. If you're free tomorrow, 8pm, would you wanna go on a date? With me?"

"You picking me up in your fancy car?"

"If you want."

"Yeah, I'm free."

"So... that's a yes?"

"Yes, that's a yes."

Steve can't help but fistpump, but it makes Eddie giggle, so he counts it as a win.

[footygirl114]

Entrenadora (Alexia Putellas X Reader)

It has been absolutely forever since I have written anything, but this idea came to me and has been stuck ever since. I have more ideas for where this could go but would like to see if this idea is even interesting first. Please let me know what we think, as I fear I am washed up and my stories suck

Crouched down on the sideline, all you could do is watch as the #10 on your team cuts back across the top of the 18 shaking the defender and curls the ball into the top corner. You jumped up and could feel the bench behind you also jumping up and you watch on as the girls on the field surround the goal scorer as they celebrate. 

the feeling of your assistant coach slapping you on the back and say in“You were right the girls practicing the cutbacks paid off!” brings you back to the game at the moment. 

You smile and see the bench settle behind you and turn back to watch your team run back to get set for the kick off and you clap and yell out “come on girls, stay solid for 3 more mins, we got this!” 

The next few minutes pass by slowly, as you pace the sidelines occasionally yelling out instructions, but when the final whistle goes you can feel the relief settle in. You watch as the bench runs out on to the field and surround their goalie celebrating the semi final victory. You follow the team out and work your way through congratulating your players, but when your #10 who also happens to be your 10 year old niece wraps you in big hug you smile extra big. 

“That was a sweet goal Cami!” you tell her as she pulls back form you. 

“You taught me how to do that Tia!” she smiles up at you, and you cant help to pinch her cheek and she squeals and turns to celebrate with her teammates. 

You walk back towards the bench, after shaking the other teams coaches hands, and you start packing up your stuff and make sure the girls haven’t left anything lying about. You turn to get the girls to start cool downs, and you notice that your assistant coach has already got the team cooling down. 

Using the moment to stand there and think back on what you need to do for the afternoon prior to the final later in the evening. You fail to notice your brother come up behind you and squeeze your shoulders. 

You jump and turn to see him standing there and you whack him on the shoulder and say “you’re an ass.” 

He smirks and says “congrats on the win coach!” 

“Good thing you brought me in, you never would have got them to a final” you tease him with  smile. 

He chuckles and says “ouch, I wanted to coach but no parents were allowed.” 

“thank god you have such an awesome sister then” you smirk at him and move to gather your stuff as the team comes over to get their bags and move off the field. 

You cant help but smile at your big brother and your niece talking about the game as you follow them across the field. You follow them to your cars, and plans are made for the 3 hour window the team has before the final, to get the girls fed. You take a second to look at the schedule and see the other semi final is being played now and you decide to go and watch and scout the teams. 

You make your way towards the field the game is being played on and you find an empty spot towards a corner flag to stand in and watch. You are lost in the game that you don’t notice someone else coming to stand near you, and when you say something out loud about how stupid of a play that was you do not expect to hear a response. 

“si, I agree, would have been better to play the ball to the wing” the voice beside you says. 

You turn and see a stunning women, clad in Barcelona shorts and a half zip with a black ball cap on. It takes you a second but you finally respond with “or the ball should have been cycled back and not forced into a play.” 

“The centre back has a good range, she could have made a better attack” she says to you. 

The two of you go back and forth for the next few minutes before a goal is scored the way you both were just describing. You both laugh and you say to her “seems we both had a good grasp on the game.” 

“si, its refreshing to talk to someone who sees the game as a whole” she smiles at you. Before you can say anything else she asks “did you see that pass?”

“it was a waste of an opportunity” you reply back. It starts your conversation back up and you continue to discuss the tactics of the game in front of you. It lasts for the rest of the game, when your phone rings and its your brother calling and you turn to her and say “excuse me, I need to take this.” 

“I should go anyway, I enjoyed talking with you!” she says with a wink and she turns and moves away. 

You watch for a moment and walk the other way answering the phone to your brother, and you cant help but think that you would like to be able to talk to her again. When the time comes for your team to warm up, you completely forget about the conversation you had with the cute woman, and you focus fully on the game. 

When your team comes out the victors and after the celebrating dies down and you are standing in line waiting for the medal ceremony do you see her again. She is standing behind the convenor of the tournament with 2 other women dressed in the same outfit she’s wearing. You hear the convenor making a speech about the tournament and then introduces the 3 Barcelona Women players that are there to present the medals does it click who she is. 

You can feel the heat to your cheeks as you remember how you just spoke tactics with one of the best players in the world. You have to follow the team through the motions of getting the medals and you can barley look her in the eye as she places medal over your head. Luckily team pictures take priority and getting the team squared away takes up your team before you can continue to overthink it. 

When the madness dies down and a few people are left straggling around you find your self alone on the field. You are not alone for long when she steps up beside you and says “congratulations coach.”

You turn to her and say “Gracias, but my name is Y/N” as you turn to hold your hand out to her.

“Alexia” she says and shakes your hand with a smile. 

You try to ignore the tingling up your arm as she shakes it and you ask “Why didn’t you tell me who I was talking to earlier?”

She shrugged and says “does it matter? I enjoyed the tactics talk with someone who has the same view of the game as me.” 

“I mean I could have at least rolled out the red carpet, or maybe gone and watched some game play footage of how you move on the field” you chuckle back to her.

She smiles and says “Oh you would have watched me?” 

You shrug and say “for purely tactical reasons only.” 

She laughs out loud at that and says “can I take you for a drink to pick your brain about how my body moves?” 

“thats tempting for purely tactical reasons, but I promised my niece I would come celebrate the teams win with her tonight” You softly smile at her. 

She places her hand on your arm and smiles “you coach your nieces team here?” 

“si I do.” 

“thats very sweet of you” she squeezes your arm and continues “can we take a rain check?”

Nodding you move back a few steps to dig into your bag for your clipboard, and you write your number down and rip a piece off to hand to her and you say “call me for a rain check Alexia.” 

She smiles with a chuckle and says “I see what you did there, but I will be calling you for purely tactical reasons.” 

“I should go catch up with my niece.”

“you should” and she moves closer to you and press a kiss to your cheek and says “You’ll be hearing from me.” 

You watch as she jogs away to her other team mates and you move to meet your brother and niece in the parking lot. Your brother sees you coming and asks “what took you so long?” 

“Nothing, I was just taking it all in” you tell him with a smile. 

“mhm the blush on your cheek says otherwise baby sister.” he teases you and before you can swat at him he moves out of the way and says “now come on Cami is waiting for us.” 

***

The following morning as you are walking into your first class of the day you feel your watch buzz with a new message, you see it was an incoming message and you glance down quickly to notice it was an unknown number. Before you can read it you are at the door of your class room and you walk in and place your stuff down at the front podium. Looking up as you are connecting your laptop the lecture hall is about 3/4 full with 2 minutes to class to start. 

As your laptop boots up you can help but check your messages and you immediately can feel the smile and blush work the way up your cheeks. 

Unknown: Figured Id let you get a head start on the purely tactical reasons to watch me, and send you a link to the last goal I scored, I wont tell anyone if you watch it back a few times. But I would like to hear all about how my body moves from your perspective over dinner? 

Unknown: Also Hi, from the cute footballer you gave your number to, who would also like to be able to study how you move, again for purely tactical reasons ;)

[i-arch-my-backula]

Horror characters with an s/o who's love language is biting

So I'm sorry for barely posting anything in forever I've just been in a bit of a funk for awhile. Anyway @k1nn1e-0n-ma1n was super insistent I write this so shout out to him and his Bo Sinclair brain rot. This also was slightly inspired by @osirisisv RZ Michael Myers drawing.

Includes: Bo Sinclair, RZ Michael Myers, Otis Driftwood, and Doomhead

Warnings: Violence kind of, Bo and Otis being a perverts kind of

Bo Sinclair

Lester was a biter as a child and Bo has a very high pain tolerance so you biting him doesn't hurt it just surprises him. He honestly didn't know what you did until he looked over and saw you biting his hand.

"The fuck are ya doin'?" He'll ask verbatim. He's not mad, he's just confused as to why at 5:47 on a Tuesday during him watching reruns of some 80's show you decided to bite him.

When you say it's a love language he immediately thinks it's a sex thing. You will quickly shut that down and he'll get a little less excited.

"I still don't understand why ya did that darlin." He'll say before pulling you either on top of him or underneath him and just holding you so you can't bite him again.

On occasion he'll let you bite him again, but if you do it when he doesn't want you too he'll storm off to wherever and ignore you until you make it up to him.

RZ Michael Myers

He has a very high pain tolerance but when he feels you biting him he'll immediately push you off of him or put you in a headlock. He won't let you out either unless you beg him.

He is very confused as to why you bit him, because to his understanding you're not supposed to hurt the people you love.

He's going to probably disappear for a few days to think this over, and because he doesn't want you to bite him again for a little bit. But he'll come back more understanding.

You can bite him, but only when he's prepared and you're willing to 'play fight' because let's be honest, play fighting with Michael is basically him thinking he's playing and you fighting for you life. Could put you in head lock again.

He honestly might just roll up his sleeve and indirectly ask you to bite him. But this will happen after a lot of talking about how biting him means you're not trying to hurt him you just love him.

Otis Driftwood

"Did you just fucking bite me?" He asks you. And honestly no matter where you bite him it's a bad idea because he would taste like cigarettes, blood, and dirt.

Will be mad until you explain you do it because you love him and he'll laugh. Will also think it's a sex thing but you quickly shut that down. He's a little disappointed but doesn't mind too awfully much.

He doesn't mind as long as you give him a proper warning before you do it. If you catch him off guard he'll honestly pull his arm or whatever part of him you bit and leave you alone for a few hours at the least

Because he's a little freak he'll ask you to try and bite him harder than you normally do it to see how much pain he can handle. You can probably draw blood before he tells you to stop.

Overtime he learns to love it and honestly doesn't mind too much anymore. If a victim tries to or actually bites him he'll laugh and tell you about it later. "Don't worry honey, they weren't as good as you."

Doomhead

He’s not exactly lucid all the time so he might not realize you’re biting him at first. When he does realize it he pulls his hand away and laughs about it. "Do I taste good to you or something sweetheart?"

Will tease you about it non-stop. Brings it up all the time even if there's nothing to do with it currently. He'll have a hard time understanding that you're doing it "out of love".

He might honestly buy you a dog chew toy as a joke if you bite him often enough. Or like one of those baby teething toys. He will laugh so hard about it, especially if you get embarrassed about it.

That's not to say he doesn't like when you bite him. He can find the repetitive feeling calming and it honestly might make him feel more lucid at times. But he'd never ask you to do it. He might gives you hints though

[sold2vlaykz]

SLASHERS X SHIFTER READER

Prompt: reader who shifts to their universe

Characters- Bo Sinclair, Michael Myers, pretzel jack, Brahms Heelshire, Jacob Goodnight

Pretzel Jack

He knew what you were so immediately he wanted to be your bestest friend, you were doing what he usually did!

Except you were shifting realities for him!

He hates it, he’ll sleep all day until you return again when you fall asleep.

As soon as you appear he’s showing you tricks and taking you on walks.

Sometimes you just cuddle together, he always get so scared that you’ll wake up early.

Will literally cry if you vanished in the middle of his tricks, tracks the time you usually come back. Will try to send you signs too see if you’re okay.

Knows how to send signs, visions, warn you of potential danger.

Begging you everyday to just live and stay with him in his reality, he didn’t like the fact that other people could have you.

Trying his best to show you newest of tricks he learned over the time, showing you that no one could make you smile as much as he could.

-

Bo Sinclair

It freaked him out that he killed you and you kept coming back, eventually he just gave up and spoke to you.

When he’s flirting with you, or you’re in the middle of something intimate and you just vanish.

It agitates him, especially when he’s angry and he can’t talk to you about it.

If you disappear on bad terms, he’ll stay up all night thinking about it. Wondering if you’d even come back.

Wondering if he’d kiss you again, it’s all full of reassurance when you eventually come back.

He’s a tad curious about it, wondering where you came from, what year it is. Showing off old things you’ve never seen before.

“Technically I’m over thirty years over ya.”

He doesn’t know how to show signs just yet, but he does accidentally when he’s very angry.

Communicating with you through visions when you awake unintentionally

“How old are you really- Wha- WHAT!?”

Getting jealous about the men you come across in your real life, telling you that you shouldn’t date people even if he’s not “technically.” Real.

Your his.

Eventually, if he learns to control it he’ll make you say his name in your sleep. Which obviously made any guy you were with assumed you were cheating.

Convincing you that you should stay there with him forever and just letting your body go on auto pilot.

Which of course you told him no, but that doesn’t stop him from arguing with you about it.

-

Jacob Goodnight

He met you by you walking around his ‘home.’ And talking to him as if it was normal.

Of course he tried to kill you but then he found out that wasn’t possible, so he just grew used to you being around, and eventually grew obsessed to you being around to the point where now if you leave he goes batshit insane, you’ll return to him crying on the floor only for when he sees you to run up to you like a toddler.

Swooping you up in his arms and begging you not to leave him again.

Trying to make you feel extra guilty you when you have to get up for work/school.

Telling you to pray with him before you left, throwing tantrums about you having actual relationships outside of this. Calling you whores and cheater only to apologize later, on his knees telling you he’s sorry.

Telling his mom *before she died* that he had a girlfriend, despite her never seeing you. And when she did she tried to kill you, only for you to return again and again.

He didn’t know how to send signs, only accidentally sending them when sad or angry.

“I missed you, I really did.”

Is all he says while holding you up as you return, if you disappear before he gets to let go he will literally crash out.

Breaking things, being more cruel in his killings.

He doesn’t do weird things with those girls anymore, he has a girlfriend. Despite what people think, he’s a very loyal boy. Like a puppy dog,

-

Michael Myers

It went from him trying to kill you, realizing he couldn’t so ignoring you, than eventually dealing with your presence.

“Michael, there’s not a thought behind your eyes is there?”

Were you insulting him? Never in decades had anyone grabbed the balls to insult him and survive.

Yet he couldn’t kill you, so he had to get used to ‘his’ annoying numb skull. Yeah that’s right, his.

He sent signs to you, random nightmares or random visions of scary shit. You always pestered him about it though he had no clue he did.

It’s like his aura was just haunting even unintentionally.

He was intrigued about why you liked him despite all he did, honestly didn’t mind you being around especially when it wasn’t halloween. Though time moved different because of you, one day it could be Christmas the next it was halloween.

During the days it wasn’t his killing spree and he had to wait out he always watched out for his loud mouth to yap to him about the movies he was in.

Disappeared in the middle of a yap session? That’s a shame, he wanted to hear how he died.

If you forget to bring it up he will silently think about it, death had never been an actual concern until you spoke of it.

He was an unstoppable force, so he never considered death until now.

-

Brahms Heelshire

You had became his new nanny, you just followed the plot of the movie and switched up the ending.

At first he thought you left the house until you told him he didn’t believe you until he witnessed it himself.

Vanishing in the middle of his bedtime story, how rude.

“I missed you, we didn’t finish our story but that’s okay we’ll finish it later.”

His babyish voice was quite charming when he was in an especially good mood. Though his deep British voice was just as pleasurable.

“I missed you.”

His deep voice was so soft, every time you were together he cuddled up in the crook of your neck. Punching/breaking any object that was near if you disappeared in the middle of anything.

And oh boy, did he know how to send you signs.

He learned to just for you, will more so for himself and his jealousy.

Trying to remind you everytime that you didn’t need anyone in reality because you had him. He felt you were happy for any other reason other than him?

Dudes rage will make the loudest ringing in your ears.

“Don’t leave, just stay here with me. Forever.”

And of course you said no, so the arguments became frequent everytime he brought it up. Especially when you knew it was time for you to wake up.

“Just stay, you can. You just don’t want to!”

He’d yell at you, but he never ignored you especially with the limited time he had.

“You don’t need a boyfriend, I’m your boyfriend!”

In the softest kiddish voice just to make you feel bad, though what didn’t he understand? You had to live to!

[thebisexualdogdad]

Dating Sanji and Zoro (Male!reader)

● oh the amount of arguments you have to break up between your boyfriends

● they love purposely doing things that will annoy the shit out of each other

● and you are stuck in the middle playing mediator

● “Sanj maybe you don't need to use Zoro's sword to cut those tomatoes”

● “Zoro please don't swap the labels on Sanji's spices… again”

● it's a real shit show when one of them grabs your bo staff to hit the other one over the head with it

● Zoro is a master swordsman, Sanji is skilled in black leg style fighting where you are a pro with a bo staff

● and you've learned to expertly fight alongside one another to become practically unbeatable

● Sanji is much more affectionate than Zoro

● he's all over you, hugging you and kissing you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and putting his hand in your back pocket while Zoro prefers to do those things in private

● though Sanji will purposely kiss Zoro in public just to fluster him which makes you laugh

● "wha- sanji I- I told you not to do that"

● "to late, already did it lover boy"

● and he will forever deny that he gets butterflies whenever he hears either of you refer to each other as your ‘boyfriends’

● but you better believe Zoro gets so soft when you or Sanji get hurt/sick

● you could just have a common cold and Zoro will not leave your side until you feel better

● Zoro's love language is acts of service

● so without telling you he will clean up the kitchen for Sanji or fix any dents in your staff

● Sanji “Hey do you know who organized all the food by what's closest to expiration?”

● or you “does anyone know how all the chips in my staff are gone?”

● Zoro just shrugs and pretends to not know despite staying up all night to do those kind of things

● and Sanji's love language is making sure his boys are always fed

● he's constantly asking you guys if you've eaten or if you're hungry

● “Sanj we ate dinner like an hour ago we're stuffed”

● “yes but I can still make you dessert”

● Sanji and Zoro are both switches

● but Zoro refuses to let Sanji top him

● because the one time Sanji did he hasn't let him forget it

● they will be in the middle of an argument and Sanji will say “you weren't so tough when I had you on your back begging for me”

● Zoro “Shut up Sanji!”

● you chuckle “well you are a beggar”

● when Zoro bottoms for you he becomes a moaning begging mess

● chanting your name as he gets closer to his release

● where bottom Sanji is a total brat who loves to push buttons to get punished

● when they top you they get so competitive of who can fuck you better

● “I'm the one who made Y/N cum last night”

● “yeah but I'm the one who made him cum twice this morning”

● and when they are both on their knees sucking you off it's a sight to see

● one will be taking your cock all the way to the back of their throat while the other is sucking on your balls

● Sanji loves having his nipples played with

● he's in heaven when one of you is eating his ass while the other is sucking and licking his nipples

● and Zoro loves having his hair pulled

● if you have him on his hands and knees fucking him from behind while you pull his hair he's putty in your hands

● you and Sanji regularly worship Zoro's muscles

● if you see Zoro flexing his biceps you two can't resist dragging him somewhere private

● his abs are always covered in hickies

● you love seeing his stomach uncontrollably flex while you're teasing his v lines

● you and Sanji making dumb jokes about hot guys like Shanks and Mihawk

● you “I could take them”

● Zoro “in a fight right?”

● Sanji “sure, that's what we are talking about”

[tsumuus]

birds of a feather | kotaro bokuto

'might not be forever but if it's forever, it's even better'

a/n loosely based off of the song "BIRDS OF A FEATHER" by Billie Eilish from her new album. reader is a second year and childhood besties w bokuto. not proof read.

warnings none, enjoy !

w/c >800

masterlist

You stood at the edge of the gym, the sound of volleyballs hitting the floor echoing all around you. Your eyes followed to Kotaro Bokuto, the ase of Fukurodani's volleyball team and your childhood best friends, as he spiked the ball with his usual power and enthusiasm. You couldn't help but smile, memories of your younger selves flooding your mind.

You were a second-year student, just barely a year younger than Bokuto, but that fact never seemed to matter. From the moment you met as children, the two of you were inseparable. His loud, energetic personality perfectly complimented you quieter, more observant nature.

Today was no different than any other. As the volleyball club's practice came to an end, you spotted your sweaty best friend jogging over to where you were standing, his trademark toothy grin lighting up his face. "Hey, yn! Did you see my spikes today? I was on fire!"

You chuckled sweetly, nodding. "Yeah, you looked great out there Bo. You never fail to amaze me," you replied with a smile, masking the nervousness that recently started bubbling within you whenever he was close.

Bokuto's eyes sparkled with excitement, but there was something else there too-something deeper. He had always been expressive, but lately, his glances lingerd a bit longer, his touches a but more tender. And you'd known him long enough to recognize when something was on his mind.

The two of you walked home together, reminiscing about old times. After a short dull in the conversation, you are able to hear Bokuto clearing his throat, right before asking you a question, "Hey yn, remember when we first met?" The two of you make eye contact before you nod, a signal for him to keep going. "You were the only one of my friends who never got tired of playing volleyball with me," Bokuto said, his voice softening.

"Yeah I remember. I also remeber that you were so determined to teach me how to spike, even though I could barely learn how to receive the ball," you laughed, the memory warming your heart.

Bokuto's expression grew thoughtful. "You were always there for me, yn. No matter what. Like two birds of a feather. I don't think I've ever thanked you properly for that."

"You don't need to thank me, Bo. That's what friends are for," you said, though a part of you ached, just wishing the two of you could be more than just that. More than just friends.

As you arrived at school the next day, the reality of Bokuto's impending graduation hit hard. You found yourself lingering in the school courtyard, waiting for him as you always did. When he finally arrived, he looked more serious than usual.

"Hey, can we talk yn?" he asked, his golden eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and vulnerability.

"Of course Bo, what's on your mind?" you replied, following him to a quieter spot beneath a large oak tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze.

Bokuto took a deep breath, his usual confidence wavering. "I've been thinking a lot lately. About us."

Your heart raced, confused. "What about us?"

He looked at you, his gaze intense. "I really don't want to leave things unsaid. We've been friends for so long, and, with me graduating in a couple days, I... I don't know what I'm going to do without you."

You stepped closer, your hand reaching out to touch his arm. "Bo, you don't have to say anything. We'll always be friends, no matter what."

"But that's the thing," he interrupted, his voice breaking slightly. "I don't want to be friends with you yn." He pauses.

His confession left you worried, thinking a million different things a second, wondering what you could have done to make Bokuto want to end your more than a decade long friendship. "Wait Bo, I'm confused. What do you mean you don't want to be friends." Tears welling in your eyes.

"No, yn, what I'm trying to say is that I love you. More than you know. More than someone should love their friend. I think I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. And I don't think I could ever stop either loving you either, whether I want to or not."

The world seemed to stop as his words sank in. You had dreamed of this moment, but hearing it out loud was almost surreal. "Bokuto, I... I feel the same way. I love you Bo, I always-"

Your response was cut short as your long term childhood bestfriend chrashes his whole body into you, embracing you in the thightest and most loving hug you've ever experienced. You can hear Bokuto's muffled sniffles as he hides his face in your neck.

"I love you so much yn."

"I love you Bo"

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt a sense of peace and completeness. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: you and Bokuto were one, destined to stay together, no matter where life took you.

[youunravelme]

okay but how does mat propose??? (like a pt. 2 follow up to the wedding cake fic)

omg omg omg a proposal request!! let it be known, i have never been engaged, BUT all my friends got engaged/married last year so i think i'm uniquely qualified (edit: this was started in 2023, you know, when this request was sent. once again, my b). (though this might just turn into my dream proposal bc i'm in love with him).

for those of you who wanna check the part 1 of the wedding cake fic, here it is!

another edit: i wrote this to distract myself from my absolute disdain at scott mayfield.

carry on.

his hands were sweating all day.

which was weird, considering it was february.

but it wasn't weird, given what he had planned. he didn't know if he wanted to scream or throw up. the idea of you becoming his wife surely made him giddy, but it was soured with the slight chance that you might say no. he was supposed to propose before the season started up again, but he was plagued with anxious thoughts.

it's not the right time.

i'm not ready yet.

or the worst one: i don't think i'm that serious about you.

which, in hindsight, wouldn't make sense considering you were already living together and have been for quite some time. you wore his jersey to games, you had conversations about starting a family, you texted his mom and sister more than he did. there was no reason for you to say no.

right?

right?

after he chickened out back in september, mat's new plan was to wait until the bye week to propose. he was going to take you on a vacation to conil de la frontera, spain. he had everything booked and ready.

but then he was drafted for the 2024 all star games.

he could see it in your eyes, you were ecstatic for him to be recognized, but when you took a week and a half off of work, you were planning on packing your bathing suit, not taking a short flight to toronto.

you bore the slight disappointment well, smiling and kissing him and hugging him tightly when he got the news. he beamed when he saw you post about it on your instagram.

he couldn't wait any longer to ask you. your reaction to a change in your vacation plans from something warm to canada in the winter solidified what he was anxious about for months.

you loved him, there as no doubt about it.

you were the most selfless human being he knew.

his teammates had been crucial in the planning process, well, at least their wives were. bo, marty, anders, brock, and clutterbuck had been chirping him since the start of the season when they noticed that your left hand was still devoid of a ring.

"what're you waiting for, barzy?" bo asked after a practice one day. "you found a good one, she'd probably wait forever for you, but why're you making her wait?"

mat shrugged at the time, too embarrassed to admit that despite being one of the best players in the league and having millions to his name, he was terrified that it still wouldn't be enough for you. not that you'd ever demanded more from him, you'd taken him as he was and cheered for him even when he was having the shittiest time of his life.

he could give you the moon and still wouldn't feel like it was enough.

so when mat finally told his teammates about his plan in toronto, they immediately communicated to the wives who were closest to you. sydney, grace, and holly took you out to get your nails done while marty, anders, bo, and mat started researching the most romantic places in toronto on anders' laptop just in case you spontaneously went through mat's search history.

the day was planned, the photographer and necessary tickets were booked, he'd propose at the evergreen brick works after texting auston matthews about cool places to visit while he was in town, (he had to clarify that he didn't care about cool bars, and was looking to bring you along).

you'd been talking nonstop on the plane ride to toronto that you didn't even notice mat was quietly stewing. everything had to be perfect.

it was the very least that you deserved.

the first day in toronto, both of you explored the city by going to coffee shops and restaurants recommended by players and their significant others. when you made it back to your hotel room, your feet were aching.

you fell face first into the bed, whining into the comforter. "my feet hurt," you groaned.

mat laughed from his position leaning against the wall. "i told you to wear better shoes," he said.

"i didn't anticipate you dragging me all over toronto today."

"well, that's what we'll be doing tomorrow too, so prepare yourself."

"mat," you whined, finally flipping over so he could see your pretty face again. you had a cute pout on your lips that he wanted to kiss away. "we're on vacation."

"and you've never been in this city before, you should get to see it." he walked over to where you were and grabbed your hands. "c'mon, let's go take a bath and then we can order room service and spend the rest of the night in bed."

you were quick to agree.

the following day was pretty mundane. but wednesday was the cause of mat's stress.

his phone lit up with texts from his teammates, his parents, liana, tito, and ethan, all wishing him a good luck. the two of you woke up early enough to go to a local cafe and grab breakfast before taking the bus to evergreen brick work.

"you okay?" you asked, placing your hand on his knee to keep it from bouncing anymore.

he thanked whatever possessed him to keep the ring box in his coat pocket on the side that wasn't pressed up against you.

"yeah," he smiled. "just ready to get there."

when the two of you hopped off the bus, you slid your hand into his almost immediately. out of habit, mat tucked you into his side, happy to just have you close. it was a little cold outside, but it was like he couldn't feel it because of your proximity.

"mat!" you tugged on his arm and pointed at one of the signs. "they have ice skating here!" you grinned widely up at him and he couldn't help but smile right back. "we should go!"

"we will," he said. "i wanna do this trail first."

you looked at him funny. "you wanna go on a walk?"

he shrugged, tearing his eyes away from you to focus on the signs in front of him. "auston suggested this place."

"you're asking for a lot of suggestions from auston. it's unlike you..."

"there's no need to be suspcious, babe. i know that you wanted to be in a tropical place for vacation, that was the plan and everything, but since we're here, thought we'd make the most of it."

you scrutinized his face for a moment longer before nodding and pulling yourself closer to him.

after you secured another hot coffee to combat the cold, mat started leading you on the trail. while you were ordering, he was coordinating with the photographer to make sure she was in position.

the trail itself wasn't that long, thankfully because mat couldn't get a word out and if it was any longer, he feared you would've caught on that he was incapable of speaking.

you were still talking about work drama when you got to the lookout point. your voice was taken away by the sight of toronto in the background.

you hadn't always been the most observant person ever, you didn't even know he liked you until he told you verbatim when he couldn't take it anymore.

"oh my god, mat," you gasped. you pointed at the skyline in front of you with the hand that wasn't holding your coffee. "look how pretty it is!"

he swallowed and knelt down on one knee while your back was turned. mat took the ring box out of his jacket pocket, doing his best not to drop it despite how much his hands were shaking.

"have you ever seen anything that--" you whipped back around to look for him. he watched as confusion filled your face when you didn't see him standing behind you, but kneeling in front of you.

"oh my god," you whispered, dropping your coffee on the ground so you could cover your mouth with both hands. "mat what--"

"i love you," he said. "i love the way you squeal at every cute baby that comes across your for you page or the way you cry at the drop of a hat. i love how you celebrate everyone around you. you are the brightest thing in my life and if i quit my job tomorrow, i know my life would still be fucking amazing because i'd have you.

"i know that my schedule is hectic, and you could probably find a man better than me, who was more consistent, who wasn't going to play games or have practices on your birthday, who could take you out of the country for a vacation to somewhere warm instead of dragging you with me to an all star game. but i promise you, i will do whatever it takes to give you the best life possible if you'd let me. i wanna grow old and crinkly with you, i want our kids to have the same last name as both of us. i want to be able to point you out in crowds and tell strangers that i somehow managed to convince you to marry me.

"i have never been more terrified in my life than i am right now," he admitted. "but i have never been more certain of anything i want more in my life than you. so will you have me? will you marry me?"

in the middle of his speech, mat didn't realize when he'd started crying, didn't even notice that you were all but sobbing. he just recognized the scent of your perfume when you lunged towards him and kissed him hard on the mouth, your tears mixing with his.

"yes," you mumbled into his mouth. "oh my god, yes."

mat let out a watery laugh and managed to slip the ring on your finger even though his hands were shaking. you pulled him up to stand and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him close.

you were sniffling as he pulled you in for another kiss.

"i love you,' he whispered against your lips.

"love you more," you smiled back.

[charliedawn]

The New Patient Part 4

You knocked softly on Dr. House's office door before pushing it open. His sharp gaze met you immediately, and despite his usual cold demeanor, you could see the flicker of concern in his eyes as he took in your appearance. You had spent the whole night watching over Eddie and holding him. You looked disheveled and you had bags under your eyes that would make a dead man flinch.

“You look like you’ve had a rough night,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm but a hint of genuine curiosity. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest expectantly. “What happened ?”

You sighed deeply and stepped inside, closing the door behind you. “Bo Sinclair happened,” you muttered, making your way to the chair in front of his desk. “Eddie got provoked. I had to step in before things got out of hand.”

House’s expression tightened as you explained, his eyes narrowing. “And how bad is it ?”

You shrugged.

“Bo’s hurt, but not seriously,” you reported quickly, wanting to downplay the situation so Eddie wouldn’t be in big trouble. “Eddie almost lost control, but I stopped him before—”

“You stopped him,” House interrupted, leaning forward, his interest piqued. “What exactly does that mean ? And where is Munson now ?”

You hesitated. “I...I had to talk him down. He was close to completely losing it. Ghostface—the persona inside him—it almost took over. I couldn’t just let him hurt Bo.”

House sighed. “And do you think there was a genuine desire to cause harm in Eddie’s action ? Could it have ended in another murder ? Or was he simply protecting himself ? Because if he did want to kill that redneck, I’d have to intervene and inform the board—even though I hate that bunch of judgmental narcissistic congress of dead-brain assholes.”

You knew what that meant and you were scared they were going to put Eddie in solitary confinement. The last thing he needed was to be separated from others…But you also had to think about the humans under your charge—patients or staff members. Eddie had attacked Bo and even though Bo was a slasher and couldn’t be killed easily—that didn’t mean you could just let it slide.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, feeling a knot tighten in your throat. “He’s not himself. I can see it—he’s fighting something. I just don’t know if he’s winning.”

There was a long pause before House spoke again, his voice lower, more serious. “You’re in over your head, Y/N. And so is he. You can’t keep protecting him from himself.”

You sighed. “He is a just kid.”

He exhaled slowly then stood up and walked over to the window. His back was turned, but you could sense the weight of his thoughts. Finally, he spoke again, quieter this time. “I don’t think you realize how dangerous this is—how dangerous HE is. Eddie can’t keep this up forever. You’re not a therapist, and you’re certainly not equipped to handle whatever’s inside him.”

You felt the sting of his words, but you didn’t let it show. “Maybe I’m not, but I care about him. And I’ll keep trying.”

There was silence between you two for a long moment before House finally turned around, his face unreadable. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. One more incident like this one and it will be out of our hands.”

You took a deep breath, determined to stay calm. “I understand.”

House didn’t say anything more, but you knew he disapproved. You turned around to leave when you suddenly stopped to ask.

“How do you do it ? How do you manage to stay so perfectly detached all the time ?”

He was momentarily surprised by the question before he smiled humourlessly and shrugged.

“Simple. Because I feel…nothing. The patients are the patients. I didn’t become a doctor to make friends, L/N. I became a doctor to help myself, and to prove how superior I am to all other so-called doctors who cannot differentiate a common cold from the flu. I became a doctor in this mad house because I thought it was gonna be fun—also because I got fired from my last job but that’s beside the point.”

You blinked twice in astonishment at his explanation before smiling.

“I see…”

You then turned around, but House wasn’t done.

“And you ? Why do you care about them do much, huh ?”

You stopped before telling him honestly.

“I became a nurse to help people, but to help them you must understand them. And I understand them perfectly.”

House chuckled and shook his head in disbelief.

“Right. Maybe I should lock you up with them then, huh ?”

You chuckled, but replied only half-jokingly:

“…Maybe you should.”

You then wordlessly left the room before he could reply and Dr House sighed before sitting down at his desk. Yup. Crazy for sure…

He smiled.

…

Dinner time arrived, and the hospital's dining hall was as chaotic as ever. You had hoped for everyone to get along and maybe try talking to each other. But Eddie seemed hesitant to sit at the table, his eyes flickering nervously from Bo to Vincent, both of whom were glaring at him with unsettling intensity.

You walked over to Eddie, offering a reassuring smile. “Come on, you can sit with me,” you said gently, guiding him to a seat beside you.

Eddie looked down at his plate, his unease written all over his face, but he reluctantly took a seat, trying to ignore the hostile stares from both Bo and Vincent. You noticed how tense the atmosphere was and the way the twins seemed ready to pounce on the poor boy and turn him into their next work of art. Bo's eyes were narrow, his jaw clenched, while Vincent’s expression was unreadable, but his body language screamed hostility. It felt as if the air around them was thick with unspoken threats.

You gave Bo a pointed look, your tone sharp as you spoke—leaving no room for discussion, “Bo, Vincent. I won’t tolerate this. Sit down and eat like adults.”

Bo grunted but didn’t back down, his eyes staying locked on Eddie. "That guy almost cracked my skull in half, you know that right ?" he growled under his breath, though loud enough for Eddie to hear.

Vincent’s gaze flickered briefly toward Bo, then returned to Eddie, his posture rigid. It was clear he wasn’t exactly pleased with the situation either. Eddie shifted uncomfortably, picking at his food without really eating it, his fingers tapping anxiously on the edge of his plate.

You turned to face Bo and Vincent again, frustration bubbling up. “He’s trying to change, okay ? He’s new here. Cut him some slack.”

Bo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "New or not, the brat has serious anger issues."

Pennywise and Freddy sniggered before Freddy quipped.

"Jeez. You the one talking about anger issues, bucko ? It’s the fuckin’ pot calling the kettle black."

Bo scoffed.

“Shut up, ya bastards. Nobody asked y’all !”

Vincent didn’t speak, but his eyes narrowed further, a low growl rumbling in his throat. You could feel the tension building, and your patience was beginning to wear thin.

"Eddie, if you want to leave the table, you can," you said, your voice calm but firm, trying to diffuse the situation without causing more chaos. "I’ll understand."

Eddie hesitated, his eyes flickering toward the exit, but then he shook his head. "No...I don’t want to be the one to walk away." He glanced around at the men glaring at him and his eyes settled on Bo. “I won’t apologise to him though.”

Bo huffed. “Ya lil’ shit better apologise to me right now or I’ll—!"

Jason and Brahms unexpectedly sat down on either side of you and Eddie, their presence as intimidating as ever. Their large frames seemed to make the table feel even smaller. Eddie, already tense, looked up at them in surprise, his eyes flickering nervously between the two of them. Jason didn't speak, his face as unreadable as always, but the heavy weight of his presence was enough to make the others think twice before causing any more trouble. Brahms, on the other hand, offered Eddie a soft, almost unnoticeable smile, though it was quickly hidden behind his mask. The slight gesture seemed to have a calming effect on Eddie, though he still couldn't quite shake the tension in the air.

You gave both Jason and Brahms a small, appreciative smile. “Thank you,” you said quietly, trying to steady your nerves. Their silent support spoke volumes, and it was clear they were here to make sure nothing else escalated.

Bo, who had been eyeing Eddie like a predator waiting for the perfect moment, now found himself at a loss for words. It wasn’t just you standing up for Eddie anymore—now, it felt like the entire table was standing with him, even if they didn’t say it out loud.

Vincent’s glare didn’t waver, but even he seemed to recognize that it was a pointless battle to keep staring down Eddie. Jason’s cold, unwavering presence could turn even the most belligerent into a more passive version of themselves.

Eddie let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he looked at Brahms, who nodded at him in a silent acknowledgment. The unspoken understanding was there—Eddie wasn’t alone, not anymore.

"Okay, maybe this isn't so bad," Eddie muttered under his breath, looking between the three men. He hesitated but then allowed himself a small, cautious smile. "I think I’m gonna survive dinner after all."

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, relief washing over you. “See ? Told you it would be fine.”

Bo, though still grumbling under his breath, finally turned to his food, accepting his defeat reluctantly. He wasn’t thrilled, but the sight of Jason and Brahms—two of the most formidable of the slashers—sitting at the table with Eddie seemed to have quelled any further tension for the moment. Dinner carried on with a quiet unease, but it was the most peace you’d seen all evening. Eddie, once tense and unsure, slowly started eating, his posture less defensive than before. With Brahms and Jason watching over him, he seemed to feel a little safer…

That evening:

You sat with Eddie in the quiet hospital common room, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the walls. He had been fidgeting with his rings all evening, unusually restless, his knee bouncing under the table. You could tell something was on his mind—something heavy.

So, you asked.

“How did you become Ghostface ?”

Eddie froze for a moment, his fingers tightening around one of his rings. He exhaled sharply and gave you a small, humourless laugh. “Wow…that’s a hell of a story. You sure you want to hear it ?”

You nodded and waited patiently as he ran a hand through his hair before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He seemed to think about it…how could he put it without you thinking he was crazier than he was ? He sighed in defeat and closed his eyes before asking.

“Okay. You ever heard of the Upside Down ?”

Your brow furrowed at the strange name and you shook your head negatively. “No.”

Eddie let out a long breath. “Okay…so, imagine another version of our world—only twisted, rotten, like some nightmare version of reality. It’s dark, filled with monsters—real monsters.” He glanced at you, making sure you were following before continuing. Your heart clenched at the way his voice cracked.

“I played my guitar,” he continued, a distant look in his eyes. “Metallica. ‘Master of Puppets.’ Best piece of music in the world. Thought it was badass at the time. Kept those things we call demobats off my friends so they could get away.” His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “But those things—they got me. Tore me up. Thought I was gonna die right there.”

He stopped and his eyes were glassy—as if he was about to burst into tears. You squeezed his arm, silently urging him to go on. It showed how much he was suffering—no matter if what he was saying had truly happened or not. You offered him comfort and an attentive ear as he rubbed a hand over his face—terrible and painful memories coming back to him…

“But then…something happened.” His voice dropped lower. “Something saved me. Pulled me back. I don’t know what it was. It wasn’t one of those bats or any creature we had faced so far. It felt…different. Wrong. So damn wrong.” His hands were shaking now and you grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it.

“When I woke up, I was back in Hawkins. Alive. No one could believe it. But that thing—it came with me. And it started talking to me. Whispering. Threatening.” His breathing was uneven, his eyes distant, like he was trapped in the memory. “Told me I had to kill. Or else it would go after the people I love. My uncle. Dustin. Max. Mike. El. My band—Corroded Coffin. Everyone.”

A shiver ran down your spine as you realised how hard it must have been for Eddie.

Eddie swallowed hard. “I didn’t want to. I swear I didn’t want to. But I couldn’t let it hurt them. So…I did what it wanted. I picked a mask, made it look like some stupid slasher flick. Thought maybe—maybe if I was careful, no one would catch on. Maybe I could find a way to stop it.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Didn’t work out too well, huh ?”

You stared at him, your heart pounding. This wasn’t just some twisted desire for violence—he had been forced into it. Manipulated. Haunted.

“Eddie…” you whispered, searching for the right words. “That’s not your fault.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Tell that to the people I killed.”

Your chest ached at the pain in his voice.

“I don’t know what that thing was,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s still out there. And I don’t think it’s done with me yet.”

You squeezed his hand, holding it tight. “Then we’ll figure it out,” you said firmly. “Together.”

Eddie looked at you, his wide brown eyes filled with something fragile, he was so scared. That thing —whatever it was—terrified Eddie…and to be honest ? You felt as if for the first time you were up against far bigger than you had bargained for…Maybe Doctor House was right. Maybe you were up against bigger than yourself…

The next day:

Eddie sat on his bed, twirling a guitar pick between his fingers, his knee bouncing restlessly. He hated these checkups. The whole “How do you feel today ?” thing always felt like a trap. If he said he was fine, they’d assume he was lying. If he said he wasn’t, they’d poke and prod at him like some kind of specimen.

The knock at the door made him groan.

“Yeah, yeah, come in,” he muttered.

Dr. House stepped inside, leaning against the doorway with his usual unimpressed look. “I see you’re still alive. Guess that means no one’s pissed you off too badly today.”

Eddie snorted, rolling his eyes. “Gee, Doc, it’s always so heartwarming when you check in on me.”

House limped further into the room, his cane tapping against the floor. He eyed Eddie like he was scanning him for weaknesses. “I heard you had a moment with Bo Sinclair. Real bro moment.”

Eddie tensed, his grip on the guitar pick tightening. “Yeah, well…he was asking for it.”

“Most people are,” House said dryly, sinking into the chair across from him. “But that doesn’t mean you get to turn their faces into modern art installations.”

Eddie scoffed. “Oh, come on. He was being a dick.”

House raised an eyebrow. “That’s kind of his default setting. If everyone who dealt with him acted like you did, this place would be on fire.”

Eddie smirked. “Sounds like a party.”

House sighed, running a hand down his face. “Look, I’m not here to lecture you—well, maybe a little. But mostly, I want to know what’s going on inside that head of yours. The outburst, the attack…was that you, or was that it ?”

Eddie’s smirk faded. He looked away, his fingers tapping anxiously against his knee. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “It’s getting harder to tell.”

House watched him for a long moment, then leaned forward. “You told Y/N that this thing—whatever hitched a ride back with you—wants you to kill. That it makes you kill.”

Eddie swallowed. “Yeah.”

House’s gaze sharpened. “Has it talked to you recently ?”

Eddie hesitated. “Not since I got here,” he finally muttered. “But that doesn’t mean it’s gone.”

House nodded slowly. “And do you want to kill ?”

Eddie’s head snapped up. “No !” He shook his head, his voice firm. “I don’t. But sometimes, it feels like…like my hands move before I can stop them. Like it’s in my blood or something.”

House exhaled. “Then we have a problem.”

Eddie clenched his jaw. “No shit.”

House tapped his cane against the floor. “Here’s the deal, Munson. I’m not gonna pretend I have all the answers. But I do know this—whatever is messing with your head, it’s not unbeatable. You fought it before, and you can fight it again.”

Eddie let out a bitter laugh. “And if I can’t ?”

House stared at him, his expression unreadable. Then, with a shrug, he said, “Then I guess we’ll all have a very interesting next few months.”

Eddie blinked. “Jesus, man.”

House smirked. “Just trying to keep things exciting.” He stood, gripping his cane. “You’re not beyond saving, Munson. But you’ve gotta want to be saved. So…do you ?”

Eddie looked at him, his throat tight. The voice in his head was quiet. For now.

“…Yeah,” he whispered. “I do.”

House nodded. “Good.” Then, turning toward the door, he added, “Try not to attack anyone else this week. It’s bad for your report card.”

Eddie snorted. “I’ll do my best.”

But as House left, Eddie sat there, staring at his hands. Because even though he wanted to be saved, a small, nagging voice in the back of his mind still whispered:

What if it’s already too late ?

…

The halls of St. Louis were silent that night, save for the occasional hum of the fluorescent lights. Most of the patients were asleep—or at least pretending to be. But Eddie wasn’t in his bed. He moved through the corridors like a shadow, his steps unnaturally smooth, his breath slow and steady. He wasn’t awake. Not fully. But something else was.

The door to Joker and Five’s shared room creaked open.

Inside, Five slept soundly, his small form curled beneath the blankets. Arthur sat on his bed, flipping through an old magazine, occasionally glancing at his roommate with mild curiosity. The boy was a mystery to him—far too sharp for his age, far too aware of everything around him but sometimes he really sounded and looked like a child. But overall, the boy was indubitably crazy. Arthur liked that about him.

But as the door swung open, Arthur’s eyes flicked up. Eddie stood there, his face blank, the dim light casting shadows over his features.

Arthur’s brow furrowed. He had seen Eddie before, loud and cocky, full of life despite the darkness clinging to him. This wasn’t that Eddie. This Eddie was wrong.

Then Arthur saw the knife.

Eddie was holding a knife in his hand.

Eddie moved forward, knife glinting. His breath was still steady. His expression was still void. His hands, however, were precise.

Arthur’s eyes darted to Five. The kid hadn’t stirred. He could have stayed quiet. Could have let the scene unfold. But despite his madness, Arthur had never been one to enjoy senseless killing. And besides, he liked the kid.

“My boy. It is time to wake up.”

Five’s eyes snapped open.

It took only a second.

One second for Five’s sharp mind to register the warning in Arthur’s voice. One second for his gaze to lock onto Eddie’s looming figure, the knife gripped tightly in his hand.

And then—pop.

Five vanished.

Eddie’s knife sliced through nothing.

Arthur let out a slow chuckle, swinging his legs off the bed. “Whoops. Missed.”

Eddie’s head turned toward him, but his eyes were unfocused, as if he wasn’t truly seeing him. Arthur tilted his head, studying him.

“Huh,” he mused, tapping his chin. “Sleepwalking, are we ? Or is it something else ?”

Eddie didn’t answer. He just stood there, the knife still poised, his breath slow and measured.

Arthur grinned. “Y’know, you might actually be crazier than me.”

Eddie twitched and was about to attack Arthur next when Five suddenly reappeared and took the clown by the collar. They both vanished and Eddie’s knife came down to lodge itself in Arthur’s pillow.

Five and Arthur appeared outside the room and before Eddie could get out—they both slammed the door of their room and locked it from the outside. Five then huffed as he looked at Arthur. “I’m going to kill him. I can’t even get a good night’s sleep without some psycho killer trying to get me in my sleep.”

Arthur snorted. “Oh, sure. Try that, and I’ll be the one laughing while watching you face a slasher on your own. Really smart idea.”

Five narrowed his eyes. “He tried to kill me.”

Arthur shrugged. “And you’re still standing, aren’t you ?”

Five huffed. “I’m telling Y/N.”

Arthur smirked. “Go ahead, my boy. Should be fun.”

And with that, Five vanished again—off to report the incident. Arthur leaned back, shaking his head. Things were about to get very, very fun around here.

…

You sat at your desk, fingers pressed against your temples, trying to think through the situation. Five had told you everything—how Eddie had nearly stabbed him and Arthur at night and how he had locked the young man up in their room. Eddie hadn’t meant to do it. You were sure of that. But that didn’t make it any less dangerous.

Your thoughts were a mess. You couldn’t just leave this alone. What if it happened again ? What if next time, no one was there to stop him ?

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over your desk. You looked up.

Michael.

Notebook in hand, he flipped to a page and held it out to you.

"He sleepwalks. Like I used to."

You blinked, looking up at him. His dark eyes were steady, unwavering. You knew Michael’s history—how he had suffered from relentless nightmares, how his mind had pulled him into violent sleepwalking episodes before he was locked away. You knew firsthand since you had spent night chasing after him when he had those kinds of episodes. He knew exactly what Eddie was going through…

Michael turned the page.

"I don't sleep. Let me watch him."

Your breath caught in your throat. Michael wanted to be Eddie’s roommate ?

He was right—Michael didn’t sleep per say. If Eddie had another episode, Michael would stop him. No hesitation, no risk of failure.

You swallowed and looked back up at the giant. “Michael…are you sure ?”

He nodded once.

You hesitated. Then, finally, you sighed. “Alright. But if anything happens, you let me know immediately.”

Michael didn’t need to answer. You knew he would. He turned and left without another word, already heading toward Eddie’s room.

And just like that, Eddie Munson had a new roommate.

That night:

The night was silent, save for the faint creaks of the hospital settling. Michael sat in the chair beside his bed, watching Eddie. He hadn't moved in hours—not even a twitch. But Michael knew better than to let his guard down.

Then, it happened.

Eddie shifted. His breaths became uneven, his fingers twitching against the sheets. A low murmur escaped his lips, something unintelligible, something not his own.

Michael didn’t move. He waited.

Eddie sat up abruptly, the moonlight casting sharp shadows over his face. His eyes weren’t his own—glazed over, distant, but filled with an eerie intent. He swung his legs over the bed, feet silent against the cold floor.

Michael still didn’t move.

Eddie reached under his pillow and pulled out a piece of glass—something he must have hidden earlier. He gripped it tightly and crept toward Michael, his movements stiff, unnatural.

He raised the blade.

Michael caught his wrist before the sharp object could even get close. A sharp inhale, a pause in the air—like the thing inside Eddie had not expected that. Michael tightened his grip, his strength overwhelming, but he didn’t hurt him. He leaned in, his voice a low, steady whisper as he rasped an order.

"Enough."

Eddie’s body jerked, his entire form seizing as though something inside him had just been shaken. A shudder ran through his frame, and then—

His legs gave out.

Michael caught him effortlessly, the piece of glass slipping from Eddie’s fingers as he collapsed against the giant’s chest. His breath came in sharp gasps, like he had just surfaced from drowning.

For a moment, Michael held him there. Silent. Still. Then, with careful ease, he lifted Eddie back into bed, pulling the blanket over him.

Michael picked up the piece of glass and tossed it across the room.

He sat back down.

And he waited.

He would wait all night if he needed to. That boy wasn’t leaving this room. Not while Michael was watching over him.

[no1frogfan]

Endless hour

Kita Shinsuke x gn reader

Word count: ~800

Tags & warnings: fluff & angst, long distance relationship

Note: HELLO it’s been like a year since I've written anything or been on tumblr, which is wild. I started this so long ago and now it’s clawed its way back out of my heart. Inspired many moons ago by Laura Gilpin.

Tomorrow, when Kita drives you to the station, you won’t cry even though you’ll want to.

You’ll lean out the window of his dusty truck and take in the morning bustle — or, as much bustle as you get in this small town. At the intersection, two elementary school kids will run past with their bucket hats and matching uniforms and a weathered-looking obaasan will chase after them, reminding them to be careful of cars and watch the road. It’s hardly necessary here considering there’s little traffic, and that’s probably what the kids will be thinking too, but they’ll slow down nevertheless and squirm impatiently at the crosswalk before darting off again.

Their parents will already be at work in the repair shop, or the soba place, or the grocery store, and it will make you nostalgic for the hometown you haven’t even left yet. Wistful for the last honey-dipped days of summer. Scared of what you’ll miss once you’re gone.

The midnight-purple grapes of autumn and the jewel-red persimmons of winter. Grandmother’s warm silken tofu and popsicles after dinner. Sticky kisses stolen in the shadow of the camphor trees. What will ‘Samu’s opening night be like? How many games will you miss? How many wins? How many losses? Aran and Suna won’t hold it against you, but ‘Tsumu might. Your group chat will be active at first while everyone is settling in to their new lives and awkwardly falling into new friends, but as time goes on, as ‘Samu works late, as the boys plunge into practice, as the semester gets underway and you get swamped with homework, the messages will slow to a trickle. And you’ll be across the ocean, halfway around the world. It might as well be another planet.

How will Shinsuke fare without your help with the harvest? Will he have to work through the nights to finish it all himself? How many weeks will there be until summer break? Maybe you’ll even have to get an internship, some work experience, a leg up in the industry that will keep you away even longer. And when you do come back, will he still look at you the same way in a year? Two years? Three? The nights will be long, but the days will be longer. Will it be too hard without him? Hands twisting with restlessness, meals cheerless with one body instead of two. Will you have anything in common anymore? Will you grow apart? Will you find someone new? Will he?

Tomorrow, his eyes will still shine with their perpetual luster. You’ll avoid turning to look so your tears won’t fall, and you’ll hope that the breeze streaming in will dry them.

Tomorrow, the sun will crest the hill, and Shinsuke will glow like your own north star.

But tonight, he leads you down to the paddies.

It is a perfect summer evening. The chirping crickets can barely be heard over the drone of cicadas. The stars drape over the fields like a glimmering veil. The moon hangs bright and full. Or, almost full. It’s waning, and not for the first time, you wish the night could go on forever.

Shinsuke pulls you along the curving paths with no sense of haste. He talks to you about his day, his grandmother, the weather, the harvest. His neck bent and eyes fixed on you with every step, as familiar with the paddies as the back of his hand.

Rice plants tickle your calves, heavy grains dipped low, smearing the moon’s reflection across the surface of the water.

He finally slows near the canal at the edge of the farm. Dropping your hand, he presses a finger to his lips and points to the reeds toward a tangle of frogs in chorus, damp bodies glinting as they crawl over one another, a densely layered symphony of kero keros. Gingerly, gingerly, he bends down, and snatches at one, holding it up to your face with boyish glee. And then you’re both off, running, splashing, leaping after the throng of frogs that burst forth like a clammy firework in every direction, mud whirling, laughter erupting.

Like when you were kids. Like every summer.

You catch five frogs. He catches six.

Somewhere, it is raining.

A sense of serenity swells, spilling up and over and out into the endless dark. You stand there in the paddy mosquito-bitten and mud-spattered, smothered by the humid night. You think of Shinsuke draped over you in the wildflowers, the glide of shoji and the grassy scent of tatami, you think of white grains gleaming. He rinses the mud from his hands, pulls you close with damp fingers, and kisses you until you forget there will be a tomorrow.

[loveandmurders]

You belong to Ambrose II (poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)

Hello everyone! First, I really want to thank you all for the love you gave to the first part of this story (that you can find here). 😍🥰

It made me so happy but also very anxious about this next part haha! I planned 3 parts in total (a fourth maybe, if you ask for it), and I do hope you'll enjoy this series as much as you did at first <3 <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of stalking, kidnapping and murders, morally grey reader, reader getting angry, sad and feeling guilty, some strong words, dark!brothers, very brief mentions of sexual desire and activities

Lester was good at following people without them to notice him, even if there was no one else on the road. He knew the roads by heart and his hearing was sharp, so he could guess where a car was without being right behind it. He actually parked near the forest and simply closed his eyes to guess which roads you were taking. He guessed you were at the campsite; a lot of tourists stayed there too. You were making things very easy for him and he thanked his luck. When everything seemed quiet again, he walked through the woods, just to make sure he was right and indeed, he found you sat with your people. You were five in total, but you all looked too gentle and soft to really be a problem for him and his brothers. He watched you, hidden behind a tree. His heart was clenching at the sight of you laughing. Even if it wasn’t with him, just hearing this beautiful sound once again was making him thrilled. He couldn’t wait for his hands to roam your body like they used to either.

He let you eat with your friends and he let you fall asleep under the bright sky full of stars. He saw you chatting a little while with one of the boys of the group and he had to admit he really didn’t like it. He didn’t know if he was your boyfriend or not, but he was definitively jealous. And he would need to talk about it to the twins so they could get rid of the man. Actually, he wanted everyone dead as quickly as possible, because you didn't belong to any of them.

He texted the location to his brothers.

Soon enough, the three men were towering over your group, their whole being finally calming down: you were back in their life and they weren’t going to let you go anymore. They couldn’t believe you were finally there and they didn’t attack your group right away. They wanted to enjoy the calmness written all over your face first. They always thought you were looking like an angel when you were sleeping. Vincent tried to memorise the scene so he could draw your sleeping form under the moon. Bo almost smiled, so relieved you hadn’t disappeared forever. Lester was the only one growing impatient. The twins knew things weren’t going to be too pretty after they kidnapped your group and they didn’t want that. They wanted to go straight to the moment where you would allow them to show you tenderness and to pleasure you. It was going to be so much work, so they wanted to enjoy the peace of the moment.

If only you had never left them; things would have been so much better.

If only you hadn’t decided to camp so close to Ambrose, you would have been safe.

Deep down, you knew you should have asked your friends to drive away as far away as possible, but you didn’t.

Because you didn’t want your friends to worry about anything and to ruin the nice mood.

Because you knew it was useless; the Sinclairs were hunters and they never let go of their prey until they had it.

Because you wanted the brothers to force you back into their lives, even though you would rather die than admit it.

You knew it was over when you woke up, in the middle of the night, feeling watched. You also heard quiet footsteps all over your group. You could have grabbed the little knife you had in your bag, or you could have screamed to wake up everyone, but you didn’t. You simply waited. You didn’t want the Sinclairs to have to hurt your friends or yourself. Maybe especially yourself.

You still jumped when you felt a hand over your mouth and you looked up. You recognised Bo’s touch on you and tried your best to not start crying out of fear. The man shushed you into your ear, before he took into your delicious scent.

“Shh, sweetheart, won’t hurt ya, 'kay? No need to make things difficult” he whispered to you and you nodded which made him smile “Atta girl” he praised you.

It was then you noticed two shadows moving over your friends. You weren’t too sure what they were going to do to them. You started to panic and tried to get away from Bo’s touch. “We won’t kill them. Yet. We’re just druggin’ them so we can brin’ them to Ambrose with us” Bo explained to you. You calmed down but you still shook your head at that. “I know ya want them all safe and sound, but we can’t let them go to the police, so they come” Bo replied and you heard the venom in his voice. He couldn’t hide the jealousy and the rage of his girl loving other people than him and his brothers “Time to go back to sleep, princess” he mused and you tried to fight as he pressed a tissue over your face.

You didn’t struggle for long before everything went dark.

When you opened your eyes again, you felt like you were back years ago. You were laying down in the guest room in the Sinclairs' house; a guest room that was actually yours because Trudy insisted for you to leave your belongings there, as it was your second house. It wasn’t like the Sinclairs were inviting anyone else at home anyways (or that anyone wanted to sleep in their house either). Your parents weren’t too happy about it, but you often slept there. The room was still the same with its pinkish walls and the cream furniture. Drawings were on the walls. You almost wondered if you were going to be late for school before you realised what truly happened. 

The Sinclairs kidnapped you and your friends. 

You tried to sit up but you realised one of your hands was cuffed to the bed frame. You cursed and tried to get your hand free until you heard footsteps in the corridor. You stopped breathing, waiting for someone to enter the room. Your heart was hammering inside your chest. You wanted to believe it was all a nightmare, and that you were going to wake up soon.

Bo cracked the door open and smiled when he noticed you were awake.

“Hello, doll,” he hummed as he entered the room.

You finally could have a good look at him and you had to admit he became as handsome as you thought he would be. You looked away, afraid of what was going to happen to you, afraid of him. Your whole body was tense and you cursed yourself for having tempted the devil like your mother asked you not to. You had been so so stupid.

Bo walked to you before cupping your face to force you to look at him. He had lost his smile. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. You tried very hard to not start crying. Or to not lean into his touch. His skin felt so warm against yours.

“Please, Bo. Let us go” you whispered. You noticed that the man’s jaw tightened. It was clearly not the first words he wanted to hear from you after all this time.

“Trust me, no one’s leavin’ no more” he harshly replied and tears fell down your cheeks. It calmed him down “Ah baby” he shushed as he knelt beside you to kiss your tears away. You hated how much you loved to feel his lips on your skin once again. “Ya’re meant to be a Sinclair, ‘s fate bringin’ ya where ya belong. And we’re all gonna take an extra good care of ya for all the years we had to go through without ya” he continued as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You want me, keep me and let everyone else go, please. They have nothing to do with this.” you begged again. Bo sighted.

“Ya shouldn’t’ve left Ambrose, doll. Now ya have to pay the price for it” he simply shrugged and got up. “Gonna bring ya some breakfast, baby, I’ll be back” he added and left the room.

You cried even more, knowing you wouldn’t be able to reason with the Sinclairs. You hoped your people were still alive so you could help them to escape, even if it meant you would stay at Ambrose forever.

You were tugging on the handcuff again when you heard the door being opened a second time. You looked up to see Vincent watching you from the entrance. He looked like the shy boy you met the first time. You swallowed hard. You wanted to ask him what he did with your friends but you realised you were too afraid of the answer, so you stayed silent. Vincent finally moved closer to you and knelt in front of the bed. His fingers gently traced your face, as to memorise the change in your features since last time he saw you. You let him do it and closed your eyes. He removed the tears with a sad pout concealed behind his mask. You could pretend you were still a teenager, and Vincent was quietly flirting with you through tender touches.

You opened your eyes again when you felt the masked twin grab your free hand. He removed enough of his mask to press your palm against his scarred skin. You could have stayed immobile, but you didn’t. You gently stroked his cheek and he hummed in approval, his eye closed in well being. It felt so good to finally get your touch back.

“Hi, Vinny” you whispered and he looked up at you with the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He kissed your hand. “Not gonna hurt me, right?” you asked, just to make sure. The man instantly shook his head. “Not gonna turn me into a wax statue either?” you added with a bite of your lips. Same answer. Relief flooded through you.

Forever love you. Missed you so badly. He slowly signed to you, as he wasn’t certain you still remembered ASL, but you did.

You didn’t have time to answer before Bo entered the room with a trail of food. It smelt good; you could already recognise his signature pancakes. Vincent stood up as Bo put the trail on the nightstand.

“Gonna untie ya, but nothin’ stupid, girl” he warned you and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t too sure how you could be any more stupid than you already had been. What were you thinking when you decided to bring your friends so close to Ambrose? You wondered if deep down you hadn’t wanted this. “Y/N” Bo groaned and you simply tug on the handcuff. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself now!” Bo exclaimed as his hand flew on your wrist and you stopped tugging.

“Untie me then” you replied and Bo let escape a little smirk

“Ah yes, ya’re so hot when ya’re all bossy, ain’t ya?” he teased as he removed the handcuff from your wrist. You didn’t reply because you refused to acknowledge him flirting with you, like he used to. You massaged your wrist as you sat up. 

Knowing they weren’t going to hurt or kill you, appeased you a little and you thanked Bo for the food. You actually ate it with appetite, even though the twins’ stares were making you feel uncomfortable. They both sat, on a chair or on a desk, staying silent. They shared looks from time to time, but you tried your best to not mind them.

“Are they dead already?” you suddenly asked, because you needed to know

“Who?” Bo asked back, feigning innocence

“My friends” you groaned, your stomach twisted in worry. Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten before asking this question, you thought.

“No idea who ya’re talkin’ ‘bout” Bo shrugged.

You had a very bad feeling. You turned your attention toward Vincent, who tried to look away from you.

"Vincent." you simply said "Are they dead?"

Vincent hesitated about what to say. In the end, he slowly nodded at you. 

You got up and threw the plate on the wall in one swift and yet brutal movement. The porcelain broke as you started to angrily scream at them.

“Fuck! Fuck you all!” you cried out as both the twins got up. Bo tried to sit you back on the bed but you shoved him to the side. You grabbed Vincent by the shoulders “I swear to God, Vincent, if you fucking turned them into wax statues, I’m gonna burn down your cherished House of Wax to the fucking ground!!” you yelled even more.

Vincent’s eye widened and he thought about the four bodies he had already prepared to turn into statues. He quickly nodded though. He had no desire in upsetting you even more. And god forbid the twins to think how hot and attractive you were when you were so angry… If only you weren’t mad at them.

“How ‘bout ya calm down?” Bo grumbled but it only angered you more

“That I calm down? That I fucking calm down? You killed my people!! And then you wonder why I left Ambrose and never came to you all?” you screamed. Your words hurt Bo a lot more than he could admit so his own anger rose inside his chest

“Oh yeah? Well it’s funny ‘cause I ain’t rememberin’ ya carin’ that much about the killin’ before! Ya knew what mother and father were doin’ and it didn’t stop ya from livin’ with us most of your time!” Bo argued back

“It was different, it was your parents! I thought we could all live away from this mess, but no, you both decided the mess was worth it!” you continued

“It was the only life for us, and ya know it!” Bo replied as he gestured at Vincent who looked down

“You scared me off Ambrose” you cried out

“But now ya’re back and ya’re never fuckin’ leavin’ ever again! Ya’re ours, don’t ya know it, Y/N? Ya gave us everythin’ and we gave ya our souls in exchange! Didn’t ya enjoy flirtin’, kissin’ and havin’ sex with us? Or maybe ya were just a whore” Bo replied and you slapped him. 

You didn’t even realise what you did, you just did it. Bo pushed you on the bed and Vincent quickly stopped his twin from coming closer to you. But you weren’t afraid. You couldn’t be afraid of the people you truly had loved the most in your existence, and who had always been eager to do anything for you.

It was why the brothers loved you with such fierce passion; you had the strength to call them out on their bullshit and to make them obey. They were wrapped around your little finger, but it came with a cost: they would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you theirs.

“Is that what you think of me? Great, Beauregard! But it can’t hurt me more than what you just did to my friends! And then you dare tell me you love me?” you said as you sent a glance at Vincent who felt like you pierced his heart with a dagger “It ain’t love, that might be why I ran away from you all! I shouldn’t’ve come back to the South of the country. Stupid fucking bad luck!”

Bo was about to reply to this, even though Vincent was trying to calm him down, but the door opened again. You saw Lester entering the room with a worried expression written all over his face. Things were really not going the way it was supposed to, he thought. He had heard you arguing with Bo from downstairs and he hoped he could put everyone back in a good mood.

But you couldn’t even stand looking at him after what happened. You got up once again and pushed the twins away from you.

“You know what, get all the fuck out of my room!” you yelled and you continued to push them toward the door. Once they were all out, you slammed the door shut and fell on your knees as you silently started to cry.

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(I really hope I didn't forget anyone! <3)

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PART III

[azu1as]

Hi, Tin! It's me again 🙈 how about some horror romance?) I love your ghost mentor!pbss, but I propose a ghost!Tang Bo. After TB died, Cheong Myeong developed a habit of talking to himself out loud. At least, people assumed so. And after his resurrection, this habit returned after a while. It's just a quirk so what? But then the disciples start noticing strange things happening where CM is. TB follows CM, but he is a malicious ghost in essence due to his violent death and regrets, full of resentment and looks far from friendly. CM is not bothered and communicates without problems, but more and more people start seeing his ghostly companion and they are terrified

Madlen, hello 💖 !! I'm so sorry this took me forever to get to ily ANYWAY I'm gonna go crazy!!!! YOU'RE SO BIG BRAIN FOR THIS.

Everyone thinks nothing of Chung Myung's offhanded mutterings and random bouts of laughter at times.

They think the malicious aura around him is just something that Chung Myung carries, but little did they know...

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No one sees the monster until an ancient artifact finds its way into the Mount Hua Sect.

As thanks for saving their town from the demon cult members that attempted to pillage them, the village leader offered Mount Hua one of their village's well-kept relics that they found no use for anymore since there was no one in town who had any spiritual energy for it to resonate with.

It was an ancient artifact that revealed malicious demons and tainted creatures within its zone, allowing the holders to easily eradicate them and remove the plaguing monsters.

Baek Cheon did not think too much of it when they accepted the gift. He didn't know there would be any reason to use it anytime soon but still received the artifact with grace and gratitude.

However, he's proven wrong.

He returns to the sect alongside Jo Gul and Yu Iseol who accompanied him during the short mission and arrives around the tail-end of dinner time. Instead of proceeding to the Sect Leader's Office as should be proper, they first head over to grab a quick meal due to the loud rumbling from Jo Gul's stomach. The Sect Leader would understand.

((He'd also be scolded by Hyun Young if he withheld food from the children escpecially after a mission, but Baek Cheon digresses.))

They arrive at the mess hall with the artifact in tow to a splattering of greetings and congratulations. There were only a few disciples left; the others already turned in for the night.

Just as they were about to sit down, they felt pinpricks of inexplicable terror pierce them. They abruptly turned towards the entrance, swords pulled out and pointed.

Chung Myung enters. He's not alone.

Primal fear was the only way to describe what they were feeling as they made eye contact with the...thing...behind their youngest martial brother.

Its body was shaped like a human, but there was something distinctly off about it. If they had to describe it, it was as if the creature—because what else could you call it—molded itself into what it considered was the appearance of a human.

Its face and neck were a tad bit too long. Its shoulders were too wide and too sharp at the edges. You couldn't see its feet over the dark fog surrounding its steps and its hands were closer to claws as they held Chung Myung's body against it possessively.

Baek Cheon reflexively took a step back when the creature's eyes turned toward his. Instead of white, the creature's sclera was pitch black with the tiniest pinprick of red denoting its pupil.

Its head suddenly snapped at a 90-degree angle. It triggered every sense of preservation the disciples had.

It observed them. Its pinprick red eyes swept across the cold-sweating disciples who stared at the unfamiliar monster with wide eyes.

Y̴̧̳̯̮̰͖͈ͧͅó̴̡͍̱̳̰͖͓̙̬͙̞̬͋ͨ͌̒̑͗̊̽̑͊̃͟ṵ͇̤̤ͨ͑̐̀̋͟ c̴̶̣̪͖̫͕̖̖͔̘͊ͭͣ̃ͥ͐́̈̃͊̑ͫ̈̊ͣ̇͆̇̈̎͘͟ą̷̶̡̧̛̛̱͉̖͍̫̣͉̳̰͔̟͓̒̏̂ͫ̒ͥͣ̌ͣ̊ͤͬ̐̀ͮ̈̚͢͞͠͞ņ̸̸̸̲͎̻̝̞͚̻̭̜͚͚̝̹̝̟̥̃̔̓ͫͯ͒̈́͗̀̆ͩͤ̆ͩ̊͗͘͜͠ s͎͔̲̠̬̺͙̰̋͋͊̇͌̓ͮ̅͊ͧ̂̾͢͝e̵̴̷̙̩̱̬̫̙̺̖̻͕̥̿̀̽̃̍̀ͩͤͫ̀̿͆̑̒̐̔ͧ̂ͫ̽͢͢͠͝ȅ̶̷̷̘͙̻̣̮̠̱̪̠ͭ̂̒͐̎̇̀̊̽͟ͅ m̵̢̗̻̥͙͕͓̑̇̊ͧ̽ͬ̈́ͯͭ̾̄̀͘͟͠é͕̘̥̮̜̘̠͙̟̺͗̍ͩͥ̊̏ͥ̊̓̈̔ͬ̽͋͋̊̊͜͡_̨̢͔͓̼̿͋̌̿̆̕?̶̡̥͔͕͍͙̭͉̭̲̽͊̔̾ͯͭ͢

Primal fear. That was the only way Baek Cheon could explain what he was feeling. The dark, resentful fog that drifted around the creature's feet rose, surrounding both it and Chung Myung.

He had to get their sajil away from the creature, he thought to himself.

RUNRUNRUN, his brain screamed at him.

A wide-eyed Yu Iseol made the first move.

Operating on pure force driven by the desire to protect rather than being consumed by fear, she swung her blade directly at the monster. Teeth gritting and going against their body's instinct, Baek Cheon and Jo Gul quickly followed suit.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

They're all thrown back harshly. Chung Myung had his sword out, his body moving to stand directly in front of the monster.

Chung Myung was shielding the monster from them.

Contrasting the manic look in his eyes, he calmly asked them, "What do you think you're trying to do?"

Behind them, they could see the monster's sinister wide grin as it sank its claws deeper.

[i-arch-my-backula]

"Can we keep it?": Bo Sinclair x GN reader

I just really like cats rn. I'm allergic unfortunately so I can't really have one but I love them so much. Cats are so silly and cute and sweet and I just want to hold a cat in my arms forever.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of a dead mouse, use of Y/N

You're busy cleaning up the inside of one of the stores in Ambrose when you hear a faint meow. You look around the store and try to figure out where it's coming from. You hear it again and start to follow the sound of the meows until you find a calico cat, sitting in a corner of the store. The cat is smaller and very dirty.

"Hi kitty." You say with a very sweet tone, bending down as the cat walks over to you. It rubs up against your legs and meows at you again. You smile and rub its back. "Oh you're just the sweetest little thing aren't you?" You ask in a silly voice again. You stand up and the cat keeps rubbing up against your legs. "How about we go get you some water." You say, leaving the store with the cat following behind you.

You get to Bo's gas station and grab a small bowl. You go to the sink and fill up the bowl with water. You set the bowl down and the cat starts to drink from it.

"You're a sweet little kitty huh? Oh yeah you're a little baby." You say in a stupid voice to it, scratching them behind the ears. You hear footsteps and soon Bo comes into the room. He looks at you then down at the cat. Before you can speak he talks first.

"We're not keepin' it." He says, crossing his arms over his chest. You frown and groan.

"Come on Bo! Just look at it's little face! We have to keep it!" You say in a pleading voice. Bo shakes his head and rubs his forehead with his hand.

"Y/N, we can't keep this damn cat." You roll your eyes and huff a breath.

"Oh come on Bo! You let Jonesie stay with us!" You look down and notice the cat is gone.

"Jonesie is a different case. Lester is the one who buys all of her stuff. I'm not buyin' a bunch of stuff for a damn cat." He says walking past you and moving over to find something. You turn around and follow him.

"Come on Bo! I need other things to interact with. Imagine all the time you could have to yourself if you let me keep this cat." Bo shakes his head again and looks over at you.

"The answer is no. And I enjoy spendin' time with ya. We're not keepin' a cat." You notice the cat walking back over to you and it has something in it's mouth. It drops a dead mouse at your feet and sits down. You smile down at it then up at Bo. He sighs and looks down at the cat. "It better kill a damn good amount of mice."