#i admit she does look weird pulling this face 😭

[bexalert]

Jjk characters and physical affection

CUZ IM A WHORE AND I NEED THEM BADLY !!!

(Itadori, Fushiguro, Inumaki, Choso, Maki)

Itadori Yuji:

AHHHH

Ok this man is so into you first of all

Like he is not ashamed

PDA!!!

He’s always got an arm around your shoulders, or around your waist, or holding your hand

He’s a huge teddy bear

When you cuddle it just becomes a tangle of limbs

Like he’s all over you

Borderline suffocating you, and he’s so hot (temperature wise)

He falls asleep so easily too

You’ll be dying, crushed under his weight and he’s just slumped

He loves to just squeeze you!!!

Pecks all over your face

Anywhere he can reach he will be smooching!!!

He likes to sneak up behind you and pick you up

Tickle attacks 😔

HE JUST LOVES SEEING YOU SMILE AHHH

Just always has this big stupid goofy grin on his face when he’s with you

He’s cool with any cuddling position, but he likes when you lay on his chest

He’s just the biggest sweetheart at all times!!!

Fushiguro Megumi:

SHY

He might hold your hand in public, but don’t you dare make a big deal

Or else he’ll huff and pull his hands away

I feel like he does get a little jealous though

Like if people hit on you he’ll all the sudden wrap an arm around your shoulders and glare at them

“They’re taken.”

And then you’re walking away

He’ll deny it to anyone, though, if it’s brought up

LITTLE SPOON!!!

He won’t admit it, but he likes being little spoon

He also just like holding your hands

Like facing eachother in bed, and just holding hands

He likes to admire you while you sleep

Not in a weird way, he’s just too embarrassed to do it while you’re awake

He’ll hold your face and just memorize all your features

He’s so gentle ☹️☹️☹️

Treats you like porcelain

He loves to kiss your forehead

He’s just such a cutie

Inumaki Toge:

He loves to hold your hand

Like your hands are always intertwined, no matter WHAT

He doesn’t care if anyone teases him

If people hit on you he’ll be like 🤨 huh

Cuz do they not see you’re holding HIS hand

He’ll stand in front of you, blocking the persons view of you

“Bonito flakes.”

And the person is just left in awe

He’s a little basic

He just likes hugging

Just you two holding eachother ☹️

Obviously he’s very quiet, but he loves to hear you talk

He’ll listen to you talk about your day and just be like mhm mhm

He kisss you on the tip of your nose 😭😭😭

He’d spell things onto your skin and have you guess what he’s trying to say

He’d tickle you, but he WILL NOT let you tickle him

Like bro genuinely starts tweaking

He runs away

Like a kid playing tag then going “I DONT WANNA PLAY ANYMORE” that’s him

He’s ticklish ok leave him alone

He kisses your knuckles sorry I don’t make the rules

HEHEHE I LOVE HIM OK

Choso:

He’s a little shy 🤭

But he’s got the spirit!

Like he’ll hold your hand, and then hide his red face in his other hand

He loves giving back hugs

JAW KISSES 💔💔💔

He’s very vocal about how he feels

“You’re so pretty.”

And he’s kind of matter of fact about it

Like if you’re insecure about how you look he’ll be like “🧐 What?”

And then proceed to point out how and why everything about you is GORGEOUS

He likes giving piggy back rides

He’ll hold your hands, and stare at every little detail.

Your cuticles, your nails, your joints, the wrinkles on the skin

He kisses your neck

He’s a thigh man.

Big spoon

But also little spoon

He likes them both !!!

Zen’in Maki:

She keeps her arm FIRMLY around your waist or shoulder

Everyones gonna know that you’re with her

She thinks it’s so funny when people try to hit on you

She’ll laugh at them

“No, go on.” while she’s making fun of them

Cuz she knows they’re not competition

She teases you

A little mean, but she can’t help it

She just loves seeing your face when you’re flustered

She likes holding you, like being big spoon, or your head in her chest

As long as she can hold you tightly, she’s happy.

Shoulder kisses no doubt

She’ll hold you from behind and leave little pecks across your shoulders

She likes forehead kisses

Move her bangs and give a little smooch and she is gone

Absolutely whipped but she won’t ever admit it

sorry guys I’m freaktastic

[blingblong55]

Nothing -Simon "Ghost" Riley

Photo credits: @ave661

Based on a request:

Hey kasper!! >__< i hope this request finds you in good health, i'm that anon who asked earlier if your reqs are open and dont worry! Im willing to wait <33 just take your time and no rush.. Anyways- May I request a fluff fic on konig (or ghost) where they come home from a very long mission to see that their darling is baking something delicious? (Can be any pastry dish you want WAAHH) Maybe a pastry chef reader and shes on her day off and used the time to bake something! The house smelled definitely like heaven and I bet that Konig (or ghost 😭) was immediately the taste tester for the day!! TEEEHEEEE >3< jus some domestic fluff cause i've been reading way too much angst lately BAAAHHHHAHSHAHAH -🍰 anon :3 ---- F!Reader, fluff, domestic, established!relationship, baker!reader ----

A/N: König version here

It's been hours since he left base, the drive home was long but worth it because at least you are safe and at the end of the road, you wait for him.

After the small home appears, he sighs.

As Simon pushes the door to his home, he was immediately greeted by the comforting aroma of something sweet baking in the oven. The familiar scent wraps around him like a warm embrace, easing the tension that had been coiled tight within him after a gruelling mission.

As he tosses his gear aside with a tired sigh, he makes his way further into the home, following the tantalising scent to the kitchen where he found you, his beautiful wife. You hum a familiar tune as you work diligently at the counter. A soft smile spreads on his face. How much more sweet can this quiet life of his be? "Daddy!" His sweet baby girl runs when she sees the siholette of her dad. "Hi sweet girl," he picks her up. That bright smile of hers only earning him that beautiful heartache, the one that screams, I made it.

"Behaved good?" he asks and his little girl nods. "Good," he kisses her forehead and walks to you. A knowing smile on you as you see your two loves. Simon puts his daughter down, "Welcome home, Si," you greet him, wiping your hnads on the apron before crossing the room to envelop him in a tight hug.

All he can do is melt into your embrace, your little girl giggling as she usually does when her parents hug. He lets out a content sigh as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in that familair scent mingled with the delicious aroma of whatever you were baking. "I missed you, lovie," he kisses your neck before pulling away and picking his daughter back up.

"How was it?" You ask.

"Long," he admits but doesn't let his weary soul show, not when he has his precious girls in the room. His daughter runs her small and sticky hands on his tousled hair. "But seeing you both and smelling this…" he trails off as his daughter plays with his hair. She'll definitely be a hairstylist like he predicts. "It's all worth it, you know," he adds.

You smile as you cup his face, yor touch warm and reassuring. "Well, dinner with be ready soon," you nod at the oven.

It's beautiful, isn't it? How a man like him is someone completely different out there in that cruel world and once he steps into his property his a husband and a dad. Is it magic? Maybe it's change. It's a dream.

After much begging by your daugter and him, they finally got their taste test.

The three of you laugh at the nonsense your sweet daughter says, the shit jokes he makes and even let casual teasing comments pass by.

Simon leans in to steal a kiss from you, and your daughter pushes you both away from the other. "No kisses before dinner, daddy," she reminds him of the weird negotiation they made a while ago and he groans.

If he looks around, he'll find himself in the cosy kitchen of his home…home…hm, what a poetic word must that be if it has his heart aching in a good way.

"Love you both," he kisses yours and his daughters forehead. "Love you too," his sweet girls say at the same time.

A/N: look I don't want kids but a life with him...I might let it slip

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i am once again thinking of my little role reversal au curse user!reader…… and their dynamics with the students…..,,,. they make me insane 😔

they’re just. sooooo bitter. such a hater. they have the most insane toji-ptsd-induced beef with megumi and maki…….. it’s worst with megumi. they’re so mean to him for no reason. pulling out their biggest demon dog curse just so they can taunt him for “taking his little puppies out on a walk”……… they have that dynamic with maki too but it’s a lot more rooted in maki being a non-sorcerer in their eyes. and i think they end up rooting for her eventually…. they’ll never admit it though. but when she kills the zenin clan they’re there with the smuggest look on their face <3333

but with megumi, that sense of something almost playful isn’t there at all. they look at him and all they can think of is the scar on their neck, warm blood weighing them down, satoru’s and suguru’s half-dead bodies….. they look at him and they see toji. so they can’t help but hate him. they’re especially snarky with him just to hide how terrified they are.

the other second years are . a different story 😭 they don’t care about inumaki and panda. regularly forget they exist. rip. and i think they’re a little embarrassed to be around yuuta because he beat them LMAO…. but they also have a weird kinship going on. yuuta absolutely loathes them for hurting his friends and they’re just like :)) try me. do it. do it. you’re the same as me. JUST to piss him off…. suguru doesn’t let them be in the same room without adult supervision because otherwise they WILL be walking out with broken bones . they’re both unhinged.

but then we have nobara and yuji :(((((( who are their soft spots. yuji reminds them so much of suguru as a teen. they can’t help but love him. they want to protect him. same thing w nobara….. she reminds them of the way satoru used to be. reader is soooo protective over them both but in a kind of gruff way…. it’s really obvious that they care though!!! they want them to be safe. they want them to have a better childhood than they had. ….. although. well. i don’t think nobara likes them very much 😭 yuji is more open-minded.

and finally there’s nanako and mimiko . which is just. yeah. lots and lots and lots of bitterness from both sides <33333 nanamimi hate them for hurting suguru, and they hate nanamimi for being little brats. it’s all bark and no bite because reader wouldn’t actually hurt suguru’s precious daughters, but . like. they kinda want to sometimes 😭 they’re maybe just a little bit jealous . coming back only to find out that suguru has two daughters, that he saved them and protected them but let reader slip away……. they don’t want to acknowledge that part of it but. it’s there. and nanamimi is DOUBLE the jealousy because??? whyyy is suguru-sensei so in love with you. why does he keep loving you despite what you’ve done. why can’t he move on and meet someone else? someone better?

…. all three of them are aware that reader’s holding him back, reader included. there’s a silent understanding there. and i think it eventually develops into a mutual respect. suguru loves reader, so nanamimi grows to love them too. and reader doesn’t really get a choice in the matter when they’re so similar to their father…. sniffle. they’re found family :(((((( reader is the best/worst guardian figure ever . nanako gets a bf in the future and reader casually asks if she’d like them to kill him after they break up <3333 (which isn’t. that different from suguru’s response lmao)

I’M JUST . thinking …. about them …….. maybe one day i’ll actually write this fic instead of daydreaming about it 😭😭😭 i love my bitter reader so bad!!!

[violetwitch12087]

idk if this is where i’m supposed to ask BUT if you want to and have time to, i’d like to request a russell hayes story. maybe the storyline should go when they start high school since the movie is set when they’re finishing middle school, so i think it would be fun for the storyline to be the first day of highschool. and Y/N has known russell since middle school, and has always thought he was cute, but didn’t really want to say it because you know, people thought he was a little weird in the movie😭🙏 and maybe Y/N learnt how to skateboard for him over the holidays and try to impress him even though he already thought she was cool? if you need more of the storyline i can think of some

YESSS SORRY I TOOK SO LONG I LITERALLY HAVENT BEEN ON TUMBLR AT ALL AND A LOT OF SHIT HAS HAPPENED AND CHANGED BUT I GOTCHU POOKS I LOVE THIS IDEA😋

You've always had a thing for Russell, until you both went to highschool and lost your friends, but run into each other when you try to impress him with your skateboard

Familiar Face (Russell Hayes)

Ever since I was younger, I have always had a thing for this guy at my school Russell Hayes also known as SpongeBob, he's really sweet and funny but the problem is that all my friends find him annoying and practically hate him because he always tries to follow us or mess with us, but school has ended and I have to go to high school, all my friends are either moving or going to the other high school across town so I'm all alone

I try to skate down the street, trying to keep my balance, I've recently gotten into skating because Russell used to skate all the time, and now I'm most likely not going to see him again, so I like to think about or do things that remind me of him

I sigh, trying to keep my balance and get better at skating, I pull up to school a bit early my nerves through the roof, I'm so nervous for my first day, I mean I don't know anyone here, I find my way through to the front where there is a water fountain, I see someone sitting against the ledge and my head tilts slightly, why does their hair look so familiar? the clothes do as well..

I move a bit closer, wobbling slightly on my board trying to get a better look, thats when his face finally comes into view, my eyes widen when i realize it's Russell, I clear my throat and pretend I don't see him I see his skateboard and realize he never got to see me skating, I try to get his attention and ride my skateboard past him picking up pace slightly, I'm too focused on him that i don't realize the rock that's about to go under the wheel of my skateboard sending me forward

I hit the floor with a "hmph" sound, I suddenly hear footsteps rushing towards me "are you okay y/n?!" I hear that familiar voice once again, I look up and see Russell hovering over me with a worried look on his face, extremely embarrassed I nod softly, and he extends his hand out to me which I gladly take and he hoists me onto my feet

I wince slightly at my left wrist, trying to shake off the slight pain, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a small ice pack from I guess his lunch and gently places it against my wrist, I blush slightly at the touch and look up at him "when did you learn to skate?" I hear him ask and i shrug "during summer, obviously I'm not that good though" I say embarrassed and he chuckles softly "don't worry, I take some tumbles here and there and I've been skating way longer" he reassures and I giggle softly "so, have you seen anyone here you recognize yet?" I ask and he shakes his head "nope, just you, all my friends went to the school across town" I nod softly "yeah, mine too" I say softly "but at least there's someone here I recognize" I smile softly and he smiles as well "yeah, I was a bit worried I'd be alone" he admits and I nod "me too" I reassure

He looks down at me and I eventually break the gaze, too nervous to keep looking at him, even being this close, I clear my throat and look down at the ice pack on my wrist, his other hand gently keeping my hand still, I blush slightly at the contact, realizing this is practically the first time I've ever been this close to him or touched him "does your wrist still hurt?" he asks, his lisp slightly showing once more and I realize how much I missed it, I shake my head "no, I'm okay now, don't worry" I reassure

"I'm honestly surprised you're letting me help you" he says out loud, removing the ice pack from my wrist and putting it back in his bag, my head tilts and I look at him confused "what do you mean?" I ask softly "well, y'know you and your friend group practically hated me" he chuckles slightly and I shake my head "I never hated you, and they just thought you were a bit agitating, but I actually really liked being around you, they would always just drag me away" I admit, he looks at me a bit surprised "you never hated me?" he asks and I giggle softly 

Shaking my head "of course not, I though you were really silly and funny, they just didn't realize how cute you are" the moment the word "cute" leaves my mouth I practically mentally beat myself up to death, regret and embarrassment fills me but he just blushes slightly "cute?" he asks and I quickly look away "i- yeah, I mean uhm, I don't- never mind" I just decide to shut up, not wanting to embarrass myself even more and he just smiles softly "thanks, I think youre cute too" he admits with a blush and butterflies erupt inside me "thank you.." I say softly and he nods 

"well, now that you know I don't hate you, what if we uhm... went skating together sometime? You can teach me a bit..." I ask shyly and he looks a bit surprised before quickly nodding "yeah sure, whenever you want to hang out I'll be there" he says and i blush, smiling softly "uh, great, I'm glad, also I'm sorry for the way my friends acted towards you" I say softly and he shakes his head "don't worry, you were never the rude one, you know that and I can't blame you for your friends decisions" he reassures and I blush, smiling softly "thanks, that means a lot spongebob" he smiles and chuckles softly "I'm gonna be called spongebob for the rest of my life aren't I?" he asks and I giggle

"well, these people won't call you spongebob since they weren't at our school, so I guess that'll be my personal nickname for you" I smile and he chuckles again "that's fine with me, I'd prefer you only call me that either way" he says and i blush, we sit in silence for a moment "I'm actually really relieved that I got to see you again" I admit and he blushes "you are?" I nod "yeah, I didn't wanna be on bad terms, and I just never got the opportunity to know you or anything, I really regret that" I say softly and he blushes, nodding in understanding "yeah, me too, there's some things I wish I should've just told you when I had the right opportunity."

My head tilts "like what?" I ask softly and I see his eyes widen slightly "w-well uhm, you know, that one rumor that spread in the beginning of the school year?" he asks, and I try to remember "the one that you liked me?" I ask and he nods "well, it wasn't a rumor... I told my friend I liked you and he spread it around" he admits, and my eyes widen "it wasn't a rumor?" I ask shocked and he shakes his head "well...do you... y'know still like me?" I ask and he blushes deeply, I then see a slight nod, butterflies fill me, and I smile brightly. 

"y'know, you could've just told me, I mean I've had a crush on you since I met you at that school" I admit and his eyes widen, his face turning red "r-really? you like me of all people?" he asks shocked and I nod "you're sweet, you're funny, and I feel like you're a lot more understanding then most guys" I say and he smiles slightly "well, thank you y/n.." he says softly and I smile "also, about those skating plans we made, can it be a uhm, date?" he asks shyly and I blush heavily before nodding "of course spongebob" I lean in and kiss his cheek gently.

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There ya go! I hope ya like ittt im taking more submissions sooo🙀

[loveydovey-leviathan]

hello can i request any obey me character with a reader who accidentally hurt themselves?? like i closed a seat on my hand and it hurts like hell 😭😭 i’m so silly..

injuries and a worried reaper

gn! reader

a/n first time writing for the loveliest of all reapers <3

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"you've got to be more careful," she mutters with an uncharacteristically serious look on her face as she rubs some weird healing balm on your bruised hand. it's cold and makes your hairs stand on end-- but the sight of her taking care of you like this is enough to stop the slightly unpleasant feel of it all. you were so used to seeing her with a large grin as she rants about her newest trap and what she was going to name it, or maybe with pure anger as solomon dodges yet another one of her traps that the frown that decorates her face makes your heart twist guiltily for making her worry. though you have to admit, it does look cute on her. it makes you want to kiss it away.

"i promise it isn't as bad as it looks, i've dealt with worse y'know," she doesn't smile at your little quip, her frown deepens and she stops gently massaging your injury.

"i just... don't like seeing you hurt," she hesitates like she isn't sure she should be saying this at all. her eyes don't meet yours and instead are back to focusing on your hand, though try as she might-- she can't hide the charming pink that creeps up to her cheeks.

then all of a sudden, she feels a pair of lips on hers. eyes widening in shock, she doesn't have time to respond in the way she would have liked (bashful yet cool, totally not completely in love with this plain but lovely human that woefully captured her heart without even really trying) before you pull away.

"i'll try not to, no promises though~" your cheeky smile does nothing to help with the reaper's blush.

[aceofwhump]

I'm rereading ABOSAA and I completely forgot this even happened but I love it:

He could not bear to think of it, save in the most fleeting way, but knew he could never forget the slightest thing about it. His throat closed suddenly again. Brianna looked searchingly into his face, saw his hand touch the ragged rope scar on his throat. “Can you breathe?” she said anxiously. He shook his head, but it wasn’t true, he was breathing, somehow, though it felt as though his throat had been crushed in some huge hand, larynx and windpipe mangled into a bloody mass. He flapped a hand to indicate that he would be all right, much as he doubted it himself. She came round behind him, pulled his hand from his throat, and laid her own fingers lightly over the scar. “It’ll be all right,” she said quietly. “Just breathe. Don’t think. Just breathe.”

Gosh I love Roger so much (f the haters) 😭. I wish we got to see more of his recovery in the show.

YAAAAS!!! YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!! Oh my god that passage is so good!! I loved that part so much!! Him triggered into a panic attack and Bree comforting him through it. God it's so good. Diana's whump writing is really A+.

Okay heads up because I'm about to write a book as a response, I'm sorry not sorry lol.

I love Roger so so much and every scene in the show is a gift but god yes I wish more was shown too!!! Especially this kind of stuff!! Cause that scene in ABOSAA is just so good.

There's a lot about how the show translated book Roger into screen Roger that infuriates me (NOT ONE MENTION OF "À SMEÒRAICH"!? SERIOUSLY!?) but nearly completely skipping and overlooking the trauma and recovery Roger goes through after being hanged is infuriating. I HATE IT. I understand that it'd be weird and difficult to have Rik just not speak (or speak in a way that'd be damaging to his vocal chords) for several episodes but personally I think it would have been INCREDIBLE and I think it'd have made an excellent acting challenge for Rik. He did so well in 5x08 with no dialogue. Like his expressions and body language acting were so good and he was able to say so much with zero dialogue. He could have done that for longer and been amazing. And they had him go back to speaking with no problem and there's no scar or gravelly voice when he does start speaking again outside of 5x08. I mean, 5x08 is the only episode that is forgiven because it's the only episode to have any aftereffects of his hanging. Although I will admit I did like hearing Roger sing more because Richard's voice is beautiful but he should not have been able to go back to singing like he had before. It was frustrating!

I hate how the show glosses over it all. Thinking about the books, we didn't see when Claire, Jamie, and Bree found him hanging, cut him down and performed a tracheotomy right there. I mean I guess we did but was all smushed together in one very quick silent film style scene so the gravity of the situation was glossed over. It was an interesting way to show his flashbacks and I approved of that but god we should have seen the scene in full to really understand what happened to him. We didn't get to hear Jamie tell him "You are alive. You are whole. All is well.". Yeah it was kinda included in the silent film scene but image if we could have HEARD him say it. If it had been given focus/attention. We didn't see anything of how Bree cared for him afterwards, sitting next to him unconscious in bed with a tube in his neck to breathe, singing to him, speaking to him in Gaelic. We didn't see Jamie's anger at the grievous harm done to his son-in-law or hear him actually say the word "son" further cementing how Jamie views Roger as his family and that he actually does care about him. We didn't see how angry and worried for Roger Jamie actually was. We didn't see Claire lay a sleeping Jemmy on an unconscious Roger and Roger instinctively reach up to cradle his baby to him. We didn't see Roger slowly recovering, a tube in his throat in order to breathe at all. We didn't see the scene when Roger, still unable to speak, tries to tell Jamie who was responsible for him being hanged through a series of writing and charades because his fingers are broken and his throat was crushed. We only got ONE episode of his depression and how the trauma of being hanged really affected him. ONE EPISODE. Then all was fine.

And Roger suffers physically and mentally because of the hanging for a long time and never truly recovers from it. He's able to speak again but his voice becomes more gravelly and he avoids speaking in front of large groups for quite a while because he's self conscious of it and it actually hurts him to speak. He's never able to sing like he used to again and it took a long time for him to even try singing at all and even longer to sing in front of others. For a while he'd only sing for Jemmy. And his singing is such a vital part of his identity it really throws his sense of self upside down and he becomes so lost. On top of all that he's suffering from PTSD as well. He has nightmares of the hanging and dreams of being able to sing only to wake up to the reality where he can't anymore. He has panic attacks and flashbacks. I mean even the rest of the part of what you shared is just as good:

"Her fingers were cold and her hands smelled of dirt. There was water in his eyes. He blinked, wanting to see the room, the hearth and candle and dishes and loom, to convince himself of where he was. A drop of warm moisture rolled down his cheek. He tried to tell her that it was all right, he wasn’t crying, but she merely pressed closer, holding him across the chest with one arm, the other hand still cool on the painful lump in his throat. Here breasts were soft against his back, and he could fee, rather than hear, her humming, the small tuneless noise she made when she was anxious, or concentrating very hard. Finally the spasm began to ease, and the feel of choking left him. His chest swelled with the unbelievable relief of a free breath, and she let go."

Then there's the actually physical recovery. The rope leaves a jagged scar on throat. His fingers were broken from prying at the rope around his neck. He had a tube in his throat from the surgery Claire performed on him to save his life.

Some of my favorite book scenes from The Fiery Cross and A Breathe of Snow and Ashes were either omitted from the show completely or downplayed and it infuriates me.

[riverstardis]

high tide:

here we go😥😥

aw connie pulled some strings to get emilie in a good hospice

jez! him trying to flirt with connie and then his face when she introduces herself as the clinical lead sjsjdjfkfk

is that patient in sex education? just looked it up and yes she is. i miss when they used to put the full cast list up on the website not just the main ones

aww they’re looking at childhood photos. it must be so weird for them realising that they’d never actually seen pictures of themselves at that age before

cal telling ethan to go breathe into a paper bag SJDFKFKKF

emilie asks ethan if he’ll get the test done and he doesn’t answer but then later says he will and then cal crashes the ambulance trying to stop him finding out that his results are already there😭😭

“your sense of responsibility is pathologically stunted” “i just don’t think the world’s gonna end every time i leave the house. you’re like one of those nut jobs who walk around holding placards predicting apocalypse. you’re a disaster fantasist” pretty succinct descriptions of their characters tbh sjdkfkfk although ethan’s life is basically just one disaster after another can you really blame him😭

i love how they’re both so aware of how fucked up they are. and they’re both trying so hard to hide it from other people, especially ethan because cal does kind of use it to his advantage a little to seem dark and mysterious to women (taken from his character bio) whereas ethan tries to hide it completely

they’re a bit wrapped up in it all at this point but i wonder if afterwards at any point they really thought about how much of The Way They Are, which they probably couldn’t explain before, could be explained by them being neglected and then taken away and adopted

aw lofty’s patient turns out to be diane’s daughter and she’d come to take pictures of him to put on twitter but he wasn’t like she thought he’d be

they’re so funny😭

ethan saying they could be at the hospice right now if they’d left it to him but no cal had to make a big spontaneous gesture and now emilie might die on the side of the road and cal says at least he’s trying something and the side of the road is better than some hospital trolley and ethan actually walks off to look at the tyres instead of responding which probably means he knows cal’s actually right for once but doesn’t want to admit it sjdkfkfk

cal carries on “oh hang on, you’d prefer that wouldn’t you? because then you could control it. like you love to control everything. antiseptic ethan bubble, never taking a chance. like a selfish, misanthropic little baby” “what did you call me?” “you heard me.” what cal’s describing sounds an awful lot like an anxiety disorder to me🤷🏽 well except the selfish misanthropic little baby part that’s just him being mean

i’m sorry but there is absolutely no way that police officer didn’t see ethan go into the ambulance as she approached them😭

this is a perfect example of why having sibling relationships is SUCH a good idea because only siblings could bounce back from the argument they just had in about 5 minutes flat (it’s also why will was never gonna work as a cal replacement for ethan because if they argued like that they just,, wouldn’t be friends)

cal’s like why do i always do this why do i never think things through and ethan’s like no it’s me who hasn’t been thinking and says that he’ll be there for him when he opens his test results

ethan calling emilie mum for the first time🥺 though does that actually reflect how he feels about her or is it still for cal’s benefit??

jez giving iain a piggyback sjdkfkfk

“charlie we need you. it’s lofty. he’s gone up into the ceiling” coming full circle then? back into the loft

emilie saying cal’s a dreadful driver sjskfkfk

lofty’s decided to leave. he’s going to do a charity walk and then after he says he’s going to retrain as a bereavement counsellor. well that doesn’t happen does it? actually idk how long it is before he joins holby?

ethan being scared of crabs skskdkfk i love him

aww emilie’s crying watching them :(

cal is going to open his results and ethan says how he wishes he would’ve told him so they could do it together and cal’s like “we did do it together” and pulls out ethan’s envelope and explains how he took his blood

CAL BESTIE WHEN HE SAID HE WISHED YOU COULDVE DONE IT TOGETHER HE MEANT THE WHOLE PROCESS NOT JUST HAVING THE RESULTS SUDDENLY PRODUCED WITH NO CHANCE TO PREPARE

noo he looks terrified i can’t watch this🫣🫣🫣

zoe saying to dylan that she knows how close he got with lofty and how much he’ll miss him and dylan says “he was just a nurse. and not a particularly competent one” but his face says otherwise :(

aww everyone group hugging lofty🥺

here we see cal’s new and improved year of birth: 1984 (instead of 1986 which it was earlier in the series) which they must’ve changed because they’re about to show ethan’s date of birth too for the first time and in deciding what year ethan should’ve been born they realised they’d made cal too young because 1986 is the latest ethan could possibly have been born to be where he is in his career but if ethan turned 2 when cal was 4 they can’t have been born in the same year

i’ve paused it to mentally prepare and i’m actually shaking rn wtf someone tell my brain it’s just a tv show😭

ethan points out that the statistics aren’t in his favour after cal’s result is negative but actually his personal chance hasn’t changed it’s still 50% it’s just that it seems to get worse because if you take their chances together, it’s more likely that one of them will have it than neither of them having it, but with cal testing negative that takes away his part of that and the chance that one of them will have it change to just ethan’s individual chance (yes i did just pause it again to draw a probability tree)

THE STORY ABOUT HIS FUTURE😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

“cal and i are doddery old men by then. cal’s on his 4th wife” this is now even worse than it was originally because NOT ONLY is ethan not going to make it to that age, CAL DIDNT MAKE IT EITHER NOR DID HE EVEN HAVE A FIRST WIFE LET ALONE A FOURTH WTF CASUALTY I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

[ijhyo]

CHAPTER 3

what was supposed to be a fun weekend away with friends turns into a sinister game of hide and seek where their lives are on the line. trapped in a lake house cabin with only six hours on the clock, can y/n figure out who is behind the mask and manage not to get caught all before sunrise?

PAIRING. soobin x gn reader ; beomgyu x gn reader ; yeonjun x gn reader

GENRE. college au ; mystery ; thriller ; escape room ; angst ; horror ; humour

WARNINGS. character death you know the drill ; injuries ; blood ; swearing ; stabbing ; vomit

WORD COUNT. 3k

A/N. MY BAD 😭 i was just terribly busy with school stuff and didn't have time to write this but i WAS able to start with chap 4 so that should come out at the end of the week! its a little terrible for yn in this chap auurr

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Beomgyu is distracting.

More specifically, his back is distracting.

Following him through the narrow passage, it is the only thing you can see in front of you. No longer was he the lanky, long limbed boy you knew from your childhood. He’s grown into his arms and legs, taller than most of the people at the party. He’d grown in other areas, too, his shoulders broader than you remember them, biceps flexing with each swing of his arms and it was driving you crazy.

You try to remind yourself of the simple facts:

One, you liked Soobin. He is a sweet boy who is probably worrying himself sick about you right now.

Two, at this point in time, Beomgyu was your top suspect of people involved in this game in the first place. There is a possibility that he is leading you to your death right now.

Three, he was really cute now. Maybe he always was and you were blinded by the fact that he was your best friend to ever realise it before. But now he’s older and, well, hot.

And he called you pretty and—

“Is Sunghoon the only one?”

At his sudden question, you snap your head up and away from his back, shaking your head free of your thoughts. “What?”

“You said Sunghoon was…dead. Is he the only one?”

You swallow. “No. Isa, too.”

Beomgyu thinks on that for a moment. “They were friends, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Just thinking. Who are Isa’s friends?”

“Sumin and Jongho—Why are you asking this?” His questioning feels weird, feels wrong. He should be more interested in trying to figure out who the killer is not who is getting killed.

“Do they know she’s dead? Were they together?”

“Does it matter?” you grit out, balling your hands up into fists.

He hums, waving a dismissive hand. “Maybe. Just thinking, forget it.”

The way he brushes you off angers you more than you’d care to admit. “This isn’t a game, you know.”

He turns and gives you a cheeky grin over his shoulder. “Hide and Seek, remember?”

“Fuck you, Beomgyu. People are dying right now, and we might be next.”

When he notices that you don’t find the situation as funny as he does, Beomgyu’s face falls slightly. “I was kidding. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He takes a step towards you and you take two back. “Whatever. How much longer?”

“Should be up ahead.” He looks like he wants to say more but he settles for just biting his lip and turning back around.

True to his word, after five more minutes of walking in silence, you find a door similar to the one Lia found in the cellar. Cautiously, Beomgyu opens the door enough to poke his head out and inspect if the coast is clear.

He pulls his head back and nods at you, giving you the okay. Carefully, he slips out into the hallway and waits for you to follow.

The secret door brought you to the end of the hallway where the room you and Lia are sharing is. The door is slightly ajar so Beomgyu just pushes it open slightly before stepping back.

Your room has been turned upside down. Lia’s suitcase has been thrown open, her clothes and shoes strewn all over the floor, the books she brought along laying around the floor. The lamp that was between the two beds lay in pieces in the doorway, as though somebody had thrown it.

Your heart beats erratically as you take in the scene, carefully stepping over the shards of ceramic walking into the room with Beomgyu in tow. He whistles low seeing the state of your room. “What happened here?”

You don’t answer, inspecting Lia’s suitcase.

The thing that stands out most to you is that Lia's Stephen King book was missing.

4 HOURS LEFT

“Fuck,” you whisper but Beomgyu hears you anyway. “The book she came here for isn’t.”

He kneels in front of you, sensing your distress and you feel yourself relax slightly just by looking at him. “Hey,” he starts off gently, “maybe she got out. Made it to where you guys were hiding before. Now let’s figure out a way to get out of here for when we find her.”

He gives your shoulder a squeeze before moving to the windows on the other side of the room. Beomgyu’s optimism was enviable and also simultaneously suspicious. How could anyone remain this positive under the circumstances?

“Shit.” You look at him curiously, eyebrows furrowed in question. Beomgyu sighs, stepping back and catching your eye. “House is on automatic lock down. Windows and doors won’t open.”

Going outside is strictly off-limits.

It wasn’t just some rule, the seeker actually made it impossible for you to leave the house. Knew how to make it impossible.

You rise slowly away from the mess and walk over to where he’s standing. “Well how do we get them open? We can’t just be stuck here.”

He gives you an easy smile as he steps over the broken lamp and out into the hallway, making sure to check that there is no one there and you follow. “We can disable it in the security room. Good thing we’re on our way up there anyway.”

You halt in your steps. “What?”

“To check for Lia.”

You almost forgot that you were supposed to be letting him help you. “I think we should split up.”

“Why would we do that?” Beomgyu regards you with a quizzical look. It would have been funnier, cuter even, if the answer to his question wasn’t that you don’t completely trust him.

“You can unlock the doors and I’ll find Lia. It’ll be faster,” you lie.

“Will it?” You stand your ground. He does too. The two of you are engaged in a silent standoff. When he blinks first, he sighs dramatically, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine, just…be safe, okay? I mean it.”

A part of you is conflicted by how concerned he looks while the other just wants to stay with him until this fucking game is over. He always did give great hugs, you wonder if that’s still true.

But you’re still weary and you don’t know how much longer you can be around him when you don’t know what role he’s playing in all this.

You watch as Beomgyu slips into the walls, sparing you a look that reminds you of the times you would pretend to be spies on a mission when you were younger. Your chest tightens.

In an effort to be thorough, you check all the remaining rooms to make sure Lia isn’t in any of them. The room Sunghoon was staying in is empty save for the bag he dropped. You don’t linger too long.

The rest of the boys, Wooyoung, Jongho and Yunho were sharing a room together that was as messy as one would expect a room full of teenage boys to be. Sumin and Isa had already unpacked their clothes into the dressers.

All of that and no Lia.

Soobin’s room is the last one you check.

It is more lived in than the others. Posters up on the walls and old pictures of him on his dresser. You briefly wonder what his parents would say if they found the house in the state that it’s in. Bloody with dead bodies everywhere.

The most interesting thing, though, are the duffels on the bed. Soobin’s is the only room you’ve entered with one bed (a massive one at that) and yet there are two extra bags like there are more people sleeping here. But there isn’t anybody else at the party who it could be so you settle on Soobin just packing extra stuff.

You check the bathroom.

No Lia.

You are heading down the stairs when a body comes barrelling into you, causing you to stumble slightly. When you regain your balance, you see who it is you collided with.

“Sumin? What—?”

They don’t give you room to speak. “Seeker found us in the movie room. They got—Fuck, they got Jongho.”

Sumin’s eyes dart around erratically showing that she is clearly on edge. You get it, you were in her shoes a couple dead bodies ago.

“Is everyone else okay?” Is Soobin okay?

She nods, casting a look over her shoulder. “I think so. We all ran off in different directions.”

That’s good, you think. He might be safe.

“Sumin, did you see Lia anywhere down here? Around the kitchen?”

“I don’t know if it was Lia but I did see someone in there.”

“Okay, okay,” you mutter under your breath. It’s a long shot, it might not even be her, but you have to check. You step gingerly over Isa’s body that is still at the bottom of the stairs and carefully move into the living room.

Sumin watches you for a moment, follows you to, but must still be on edge from seeing the seeker kill Jongho and leaves, muttering about how you were crazy under her breath, and continues her way up the stairs.

Watching her run off, you think back to the questions Beomgyu was asking and feel your heart sink. You call out for the girl just as she rounds the corner. “Sumin—!”

You hear the sound of the knife puncturing her before you even register what happened. She makes a gurgling sound, gasps for air. Her body falls with a thud at the top of the stairs.

You guess Beomgyu was onto something.

You walk cautiously into the kitchen and the sight you are met with freezes you in your tracks.

Sumin was right. There was someone in the kitchen.

The seeker.

How did they get here so fast?

They stare at you so you stare back. You try not to let it show just how scared you really are. “Where is my friend?”

They tilt their head inquisitively. “Which one? I’ve killed a lot of people tonight, it’s hard to keep them straight.”

You ball up your fists at your sides and try to keep the waver out of your voice. “Why are you doing this?”

“C’mon,” they start, modified voice sending chills down your spine. “We’re just playing a little game.”

Your eyes dart to the kitchen knives in the wooden block holder and the seeker tracks your movements.

They raise their hands in mock surrender, knife glistening under the fluorescent lights. “Look, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What a coincidence, because I want to hurt you.”

The seeker chuckles low. “You know, now that you mention it, I think I do remember your friend. She was almost too pretty to kill.”

Your breathing falters. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, but didn’t I?”

Feedback whines from the speakers. You hear grunting and the sound of a struggle before it eventually dies down. “Well, well, well, we were having so much fun but you just had to go and rock the boat! Cheating? Really? I thought we were better than that.”

The same voice modifier, the same chills erupt over your body. But they were right in front of you, you were staring at the seeker.

Then it hits you.

There’s two of them.

The seeker in the kitchen with you catches the exact moment you realise. “Surprise.”

Tinny laughter scrapes against your ears through the speakers. “Caught one of your friends trying to disable the locks, but that’s against the rules—Motherfucker!”

Beomgyu.

He was trying to get you out of there.

The speaker goes dead when an electronic click is heard from somewhere in the house. You look around, trying to find the source when the feedback rings again.

“Y/N! The doors are open—GET OUT!”

At that moment, both yours and the seekers head snap up to the speakers where Beomgyu’s voice blares from. You recover faster and turn on your heel to run to the front door.

The seeker catches you at the last second, grabbing your arm before you can get out. You struggle against their hold, trying to get your arm free but they keep a vice grip on you. They squeeze to a point where it starts to hurt and you know that it’s going to leave a bruise.

You cry out, but they just laugh maniacally as they continue applying pressure.

You raise your leg kick them in their knee. Hard.

They stumble back in pain, letting your arm go. Wasting no time, you push them back, pressing both your arms on their chest and they hit the ground with a thud.

You turn to run now that you’ve gotten your assailant down when you feel pain shoot up your leg. You glance down and find a knife sticking out of your calf.

Shit.

“Fuck!” your voice breaks off midway through the curse once the realisation that you’ve got a knife sticking out of your calf sinks in. Tears prick at your eyes

The seeker pulls the knife out and you cry out in agony. They push themselves up off the ground and you scramble to get away, but your leg objects to every movement.

They advance slowly, knife at the ready and you know you have to act quickly before you end up gutted in the middle of the kitchen.

You can’t run, know that you wouldn’t be able to outrun the seeker in your state, but you have to act fast. Your eyes dart around the kitchen looking for something you can defend yourself when you settle on the kettle.

In a split second decision, you reach over the island and grab the kettle, pray to whatever god that what you are about to do will work, and swing it at the seeker’s head.

The kettle snaps open and scalding hot water burns the side of the seeker’s face. They recoil with a string of curses, knife clattering to the floor as they grab their face.

“You little bitch!” they wail, clutching their face and you swing the kettle again. And again, until the force causes them to fall in a heap with a thump.

You don’t look back to see whether they are stirring and take off in the direction of the front door, ignoring the pain in your leg that makes itself known with every step. Blood gushes down into your shoe and onto the floor, leaving a trail behind you.

Limping down the driveway, you try to put as much distance between you and the house as possible. The lake is in your sight, you just need to reach it and cry out for help and hopefully one of those neighbours would help you. Call the cops.

In the dark, you can’t see anything except for the dim light of the moon in the sky casting a soft glow on the ground beneath you. You hiss with each step you take, the pain unbearable.

Your foot catches on a rock and you go tumbling.

The world spins around you and you feel as though you are trapped in a washing machine. Rocks and twigs scrap your skin, tearing through your clothes as you roll down the hill with no way to stop yourself. Dirt gets into your mouth. You can’t spit it out.

The slope eventually evens out and your body comes to a stop on its own, the impact of hitting the ground on your back knocks the breath out of your lungs with a grunt.

Leaning over slightly, you hurl but the only thing that comes up is mud. You dry heave to no avail.

You feel something wet and hot drip down the side of your face. Bringing your hand to your temple you pull it back to find blood coating your fingers.

You scream.

You let out everything you’ve been holding back since you first saw Sunghoon die and scream until your voice is hoarse. Fat tears roll down your cheeks leaving a salty taste in your mouth.

Soobin and Beomgyu are still in there and you don’t even know if they’re safe. You just left them in their when they were just trying to help you.

And Lia. You don’t believe the seeker. You won’t. Not until you find her yourself. You were going to find her.

You look in the direction of the house. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” you cry out around choked sobs, still tasting some mud on your tongue.

You are scared. You are tired. And you’re so angry. Your body hurts, your leg feels like it’s on fire and can’t get the pounding in your head to stop.

Walking is out of the question—You’re sure if you even try to move your whole body will protest. You just lay there in the dirt resigned to your fate.

There is rustling in the grass, the sound of boots squelching in the mud and you make out a figure approaching you in the dark. Part of you wants to crawl away, afraid the seeker got to you. But the other part can’t lift a finger.

Their face hovers above yours as they crouch down above you. This is how I die, you think solemnly.

3 HOURS LEFT

“Oh my god, you look like shit. Are you okay?”

You squint your eyes up at who found you because you do not recognise their voice. And when you make out their face, you realise that you do not recognise them at all.

The person running across the lake.

When you don’t respond, they take the opportunity to take in your whole body and you do the same. He was a pretty good looking boy, if the dull light from the moon was anything to go by. He was a lot taller than you (it seemed all the boys in your life were) and you could tell even without him standing at his full height.

“Shit, what happened to you?” Well, fair.

“Hide and Seek,” you rasp.

The boy bends down and helps you to your feet, securely wrapping an arm around your torso and putting one of yours around his neck. He huffs disbelievingly. “Did you win?”

He walks you away from the house, along the bank of the lake. You don’t know where you are going but away is good enough for you. “Pretty sure all my friends are dead.”

“Oh.” You feel him stutter in step slightly and the movement makes your head spin.

“I’m Y/N,” you introduce, words slightly slurred, blinking away black spots from your vision.

“Yeonjun. What do you say we get you cleaned up?”

You nod numbly. “Sounds good.”

And you promptly pass out.

[yespolkadotkitty]

I have a request🥺 but only if you are interested!

I was daydreaming about Pero being dropped into our time… and somehow he ends up staying with you (idk, you find him on the street super confused but he refuses to go to the hospital, or he does but they release him to you?) and he falls in love with you but is too respectful to do anything because ya know, he’s very old fashioned. Maybe you fall asleep on him one day and he pretends he is your husband and when you wake up he’s just so content and relaxed like he never ever is. And then eventually he confesses he’s in love with you and obviously you are too, and we all know we’d literally demolish a medieval man’s brain with our sexual skills (at least that’s a weird flex I like to think about myself lmao) so there’s some amazing sex but also cuddling where Pero just can’t believe anything that’s happened and how lucky he is.

I just love a grumpy man who needs a shower and would kill to protect me 😭

I was STOKED to get this request!!! I hope you wanted a surprise multichapter because...

Words: 1,920

Pairing: Pero Tovar x Doctor!fem!reader

Warnings: A huge number of medical and hospital-related inaccuracies, swears.

Thankyou to my wife @songsformonkeys for the beta!!

*********

“....I think you’d better see this.”

You look up from finishing paperwork. It’s almost the end of your ten-hour shift. You slept for a half hour on the miserable hospital cot in the break room but it wasn’t a good half hour. Halfway through someone had dropped a packet of gauze on your face.

Ah, the glamorous life of a newly minted M.D.

You eye Matthias, the junior doctor. “Is it really urgent?”

He hesitates, squirming a bit. “It’s really weird.”

Well, consider your interest piqued. You sign off the paperwork with a scrawl and push back the chair. “Okay, you’ve got five minutes.”

He sighs in relief and leads you out of the curtained staff area into the hustle and bustle of the E.R. More curtains separate patient areas and beds. Somewhere, the sound of a baby crying pierces the air. Someone else curses violently as a bed is moved into a different position. A phone rings insistently.

“He says he fell out of the sky… on to a chariot made of swords…”

You roll your eyes. “Did you do a drug test?”

“Yeah, he’s clean.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Maybe a new drug you haven’t seen before, you think idly, checking your watch as you reach your destination.

“.... No, you listen, pendejo, not one heartbeat before this, I was in the desert, and now-”

Oh, Christ.

You pull back the curtain to reveal another junior doctor, Amy, conversing animatedly with a man who looks like he escaped from the Ren Fayre happening one state over.

He’s handsome. Which is a shame, because he’s also clearly a few sandwiches short of a picnic, or a horse short of a good Ren Fayre costume.

A fearsome scar bisects his left eye, shaving clean through his eyebrow. How his eye survived you’ll never know.

He.. smells. Like dry straw and too much sun. There’s sand in the crevices of his armour. His hair is as black as midnight. A scowl curves his pretty mouth into a sneer.

Amy jerks her head up at you. “Thank goodness.”

The stranger scoffs. “More white coats. You people must be rich, no? To be able to clean your clothes so often?”

You mentally roll your sleeves up. “Well, Sir, you clearly haven’t been to a hospital in some time.”

“Hospital?” he echoes, seeming to test the word in his voice. It’s deep and raspy, heavily accent, the sound more pleasing than you’d like to admit.

Amy moves a little. You pat her arm. “I’ve got this.”

She mouths omg thankyou and departs with Matthias.

“Sir-”

“The name is Tovar.”

You look down at him sitting on the bed. It creaks, not used to supporting such a broad man and what looks like honest to goodness chain mail. “Mr Tovar-”

“Tovar will do, si?”

You check your watch. There’s a Riesling in your fridge that you really hoped to drink tonight. “What seems to be the problem here, Sir? What’s brought you here?”

He gestures, exasperated. “I wish I could tell you, senorita. I fell out of the sky on to a… chariot fused from swords and a man wearing too little clothing insisted on an… what did he call it, an ambulance? And so.” He performs a little bow. “...here I am.”

You tap your foot and wonder if you should order another drugs test.

“Okay, Tovar, I’m just gonna do some observations.”

He acts bemused as you take one hand and track his pulse. It’s irritatingly normal. His skin is rough and warm. The hands of a blue-collar worker.

“Can you… roll your sleeve up?” You tap the… forearm covers he wears.

Tovar wrinkles his nose. “This is necessary?”

“I want to check you’re all right.”

“Meirda. Of course I am not all right, as you say. I have been taken from one place and thrown into another, like an unwanted rat carcass!”

“Please keep your voice down,” you instruct.

“Why? I speak the truth.”

“You may think it’s the truth,” you mutter.

You gaze at each other for what seems like an hour but is probably only ninety seconds, and then finally Tovar, if that is his real name, unbuckles one of the leather forearm protectors. It clangs to the floor, metal and leather laying there like an unclaimed prize, and it looks so out of place on the tiled hospital floor that you almost laugh.

“Happy?” Tovar asks.

“Delighted,” you say back, making sure your tone is super professional. You gently roll his sleeve up. His skin is tan here too, a sort of sunkissed gold, like wet sand at dawn. You wrap a cuff around his arm and he honest-to-God tenses like he’s never seen this kind of medical equipment before.

His BP reads normal.

Why is he so infuriatingly calm? Is he genuinely insane?

“Where did you get these clothes?” You ask, curious, wanting to test the weight of the chain mail.

He frowns. “A tailor, west of Seville. They are old now, si? A sellsword cannot afford new clothes more than every few assignations.”

“Assignations..?”

“To earn coin. I assume you earn with your.. Instruments? That you heal?”

You sigh. He’s beautiful, he really is, and you’d listen to him read a thousand audiobooks. But you’ve been on your feet for ten hours. “Okay, Tovar. You seem fine to me. I have to discharge you. Is there somewhere you can go? Someone you can call?”

His brow furrows. “Call? If I call William from inside this building he will not hear me, comprende?”

You shake your head. “All right then.”

You whisk out from behind the curtain and have a furious whispered conversation with the registrar, who won’t discharge him unless you’re sure he has somewhere to go.

You argue for a few more minutes and then the registrar suggests you discharge him to yourself and then drive him to the homeless shelter.

You close your eyes briefly.

“Or have one of the med students do it,” he suggests, returning to a massive stack of paperwork.

It’s on the tip of your tongue to call Matthias, but you hesitate.

Maybe because you want to spend more time with him.

It’s ridiculous.

But you don’t want to leave him just yet.

You swipe back the curtain. Tovar is calmly refastening his forearm armour.

“You’re sure you have nowhere to go?” you repeat.

He looks up at you with those antique-gold eyes. “I imagine there are many places I can go in this strange new world, bella. But I know none of them like I did my home.”

You sigh deeply. “In that case, you’re coming with me.”

He stands up warily, his knees bent ever so slightly, reminding you of computer-game character stances in character creation mode.

“And then what? You will keep me like a little pet? Your kitten, caged and awaiting scraps of affection? I was not built for this.”

You bristle. “As if I would have time to dote on you. Come on. I’ll do the paperwork on the way out.”

If you have to strap him into your car, you will, and then you’ll drop him at the nearest homeless shelter, and then you’ll forget all about him.

*****

Turns out, it isn’t that simple.

The two nearest shelters are full.

The rain is pounding down like a million hammers on your car as you drive back home, exhausted and so done with this shit.

Tovar protested heavily at both the car and the seatbelt (especially the seatbelt). He dominates the space in your little Ford and you glance over at him. He is watching the windscreen wipers with abject, naked fascination, like a child seeing something for the first time.

“Is it real?” he asks softly as you park. “This horse made of swords. The objects that move without a hand to command them. The light. So much light,” he mutters, pointing to the street lamp with glows amid all the rain.

“Yep, it’s real.” You shut off the car and round the hood, yanking open his door and releasing the seatbelt. “Looks like you’re my guest tonight. Tomorrow, the authorities get involved.”

“A guest, or a prisoner?” Tovar asks, scorn dripping from his tone as he stands, towering over you. You think for a second that you should feel afraid, but you feel only two things: mild annoyance, and the tiniest spark of… interest?

It makes you more tired.

“Look!” You shout, into the howling rain. “You can shut up and come inside where it’s warm and dry or you can sleep out here in the wet. Your choice.”

He stares you down for a moment, and then his shoulders slump, all the fight gone out of him. “You are in charge, bella.”

It’s the second time he’s called you that, and you try not to wonder if it means anything.

You trudge up the steps, Tovar’s warm, broad front close to your back. You buzz yourself in and Tovar jerks at the intrusive sound, but makes no comment.

Once inside your little sanctum, you throw towels at him. “I assume you know how to use a shower? Good,” you snap, without waiting for an answer, and practically shove him into the bathroom and pull the door closed.

Then you stomp into your kitchen, yank the Riesling from the fridge and drink some straight from the bottle. You carry it to your couch with a bag of chips and let out a long, long sigh.

At least you have forty eight hours off - but then you have to pull a double.

You love your work, but you’re exhausted a lot.

Tovar curses from the bathroom. You should go and check on him, but you truly, deeply, cannot be fucked.

There’s a bang and you think christ on a bike, what now? And you get up, drag yourself into the minuscule hall and knock on the door.

No reply. Fuck, what if he’s slipped on the wet floor?

You hear a groan. God. Better go in.

You knock again, louder. No response.

You creak open the door.

The Spaniard stands under the spray of water from your shower, gloriously naked, the armour and clothes and chainmail in a pile by the toilet.

His head is bowed under the spray of water and his golden body is littered with scars, some old, some new.

He groans deeply like a man who hasn’t washed in weeks. Like a man who has had a hard life.

And you must make some noise, because he looks up at you and smiles, utterly unconcerned to be seen naked.

“I have decided that I like this new world!” He shouts, his face lighting up.

This, you think as you try not to stare at his cock, must be what going mad feels like.

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Pedro pals, assemble!

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