#... important infor thanks

[madame-mongoose]

is jane implying securitrons can fuck

[boysbeloving]

Love that you can clearly tell Mile likes his men's folio magazine cover the best. US TOOO!!!!! PURE ART!!!!! more interesting covers and photoshoot concepts infor Mile!!!! I even take the d*ior clothes if you actually put him in interesting set pieces.

NOOONNNIIIEEE!!!!

first of all, i love how you censored dior lolololollol like.... CW dior clothing, TW hot man in dior clothing that drains his hotness 😭

it's not a secret that i DETEST this '''fashion''' company dressing my man but i understand endorsements are important 😭 mile's own sense of style is top-notch but he ENDURES baggy clothes for the money bags....aye capitalism is really that bitchy :(

ANYWAY! i hope these are the folio pics you're referring to nonnie!

i also love this interesting concept...the bow and flower arrow (like cupid) and the skirt-pant lowers with sleeveless tops (more armpits for me 🙏)....the bags can be removed and given a new purpose

i personally love the last one...i keep mistaking the ugly bag for a helmet COZ THAT MAKES MORE SENSE OKAY.....so yeah...the last one is quite a fav of mine

most of these pics feature in my 2024 with Mile Phakphum calendar (either already posted or scheduled for future)

Thanks for the ask nonnie!!! <333 here's to hoping we get to see mile in really interesting and bold fashion choices that complement his body and sense of style! also more armpit hair and happy trail 👀 as a special treat for me only ☺️

[haryuwu]

🪞 Twisted Wonderland | Le Mirage

Author's Note: Chapter 4 is reached! Pachipachipachiiii 👏 I'm still writing chapter 5 so please do be patient with me. Again thank you for the reblogs, I really appreciate a little help to spread my fic! I'll post something about it soon (´;ω;｀)

The Prefect and Grim, just recently, exited the Hall of Mirrors from checking the dorms of Ignihyde and Diasomnia and notifying its respective housewardens. Although both are occupied on their own activities in which the Prefect and Grim couldn’t disturb them from. 

“I can’t really tell if they’re taking the preparation seriously compared to the other dorms we visited first…Was the Saintess not worth preparing for?” Grim stated in a disappointed tone as he described how the housewarden of Ignihyde has been doing. 

Ortho Shroud, Idia’s younger brother, explained to them that he was told to tell anyone who asks for him a serious reason about his brother’s whereabouts. 

Everyone knew he had never set his foot out of his room for quite a long while after the incident with Styx. So, he came up with an excuse that his current state has not been too good and that he is grinding all day to get his favorite character’s SSR card from a shoujo anime based game that has recently released a new season.

Although, Idia could’ve just said that as not an excuse to not see them as they already understand how much of a shut-in he already is and how important it is for him to be such a simp to his favorite character. He even had the time to send a message to Ortho via voicemail that he doesn’t want to attend the Ball of the Evening as he thought it is like a social gathering and he might faint if he does meet the Saintess. 

This is how it went…

[Flashback] 

"Hello, Prefect of Ramshackle dorm and Grim! Are you here to see my older brother? I have to stop you here because he can't see anyone right now," Ortho with his usual jolly robotic voice greeted them in the hallway. It seems that he has been expecting their arrival at their dorm and waited there to pass a message as well.

"Hey, Ortho! We came here to notify you guys, but what's up with Idia?" Grim ran towards Ortho who had been floating at the corner and greeted back with a question.

"Ah, I came here prepared for that exact question! Big bro provided me voice recorded mails for you to listen in and get your answers," with a flick of a finger, a hologram showed up in front of them with an icon of a play button. Ortho tapped on that button, playing an audio of a tired male's voice.

"You might've been wondering why I have to record this when I just have to tell you guys upfront-"

"But that's a hard NOPE for that. There’s no way I’m going out just to do that so yeah, anyway…" The two glanced at each other as they continued to listen to the recorded audio file.

"First off…I hate social gatherings, as you all probably already know, so showing my face to the event would straight up be out of the question."

"Maybe showing up to meet the Saintess here at our dorm won't be that bad but I can't guarantee—like a guaranteed pity—it might land on soft pity though, that I'll be physically be there considering that I already know exactly who the Saintess looks like," the Prefect and Grim's eyes widened when Idia had mentioned that he had already seen the Saintess. 

But it wasn't clarified if he saw her in person or by stumbling upon an image that was secretly provided through the internet. This is when Ortho tapped the pause button as he caught on both of their surprised faces.

"Big bro and I have seen her before! She's already a well known influencer from the Magicam app."

"She was selected to voice a ghost maiden who was trapped inside a mirror that obeys anyone to answer their inquiries. It's an upcoming anime this month and we can't wait to watch it soon!" Thinking about another bonding time with his older brother, Ortho gleefully described the character in full detail. Yet he has to stop himself from babbling unnecessary information making him digress from the topic. 

"Ah, I've spoken too much. Let's skip the voice audio from 5:13 to 1:08:30! It seemed as though my brother spilled a lot of unintentional spoilers between those timestamps…"

"The audio he sent was an hour long?!"

[End of Flashback]

The prefect and Grim couldn't get any other details from the Shroud brothers other than their gushing about the most awaited anime series. This may have taken more than 30 minutes of their time, but they obtained new information about the Saintess being one of the top ranking influencers just like Vil Schoenheit and Neige LeBlanche.

"So she's like a famous voice actress or an idol? I don't really get what type of job they do, but that must be cool!" While walking down the hallway, two familiar students from Diasomnia stepped out of the room while carrying boxes with the use of magic. One of them is very insistent on returning back to their dorm as soon as possible. 

On the other hand the one tailing them from behind is trying to calm their nerves from creating havoc. Although his complexion is beginning to give the Prefect an idea that he's about to faint from exhaustion. 

"Silver and Sebek! What are you guys doing out here?" As usual, Grim loudly greeted them from across the hall, waving his little paw in the air.

The silver haired boy turned their way when he heard Grim's echoing voice from afar. "Ah, it’s you two…We were just about to head back and bring these decorations to the dorm as fa…Lilia instructed."

Looking at the large box Silver is carrying, some pieces of cloth are spilling out of the edge. Sebek caught the top cloth from the box Silver’s carrying from falling off when Silver began losing his strength to balance the box's weight in his arms. 

"All I see are a bunch of blankets…”

“I STILL DON'T APPROVE OF THIS IDEA!" Sebek yelled in displeasure, causing the two to wince from the ringing sound of their ears.

"What theme did you guys even come up with? A pajama party?" Considering the amount of blankets and additional fabric, Grim assumed that they’ll topple all of it to form a large fluffy bed.

"Huh! Not quite! And your guess is ridiculous. There's no way that our lordship would hold a lousy human party. Only Silver would enjoy such a thing," Sebek loudly yelled to keep Silver awake beside him while declaring his strong disapproval of their plans for the visiting hour of the Saintess.

"Sebek…Lilia and our housewarden had an agreement about this. There's nothing we can do about it," Silver sluggishly rubbed his eye while mumbling his explanation. "Besides, they knew how terribly bright the Saintess was."

"...What do those blankets have to do with her being bright?" Silver stalled in his words. Even Sebek could not explain it since he knew little about her. "Well…I was told she's similar to a star. Her glow never dies even in broad daylight or any light that reaches her. These blankets will be used to prevent any light showers."

"It may be already dim inside Diasomnia, but even the tiniest flame of a candle can make her reflect light." That was an exaggeration, right? It’s hard to tell from the way Silver looks while explaining a strange description of the Saintess. This specific description probably came from Lilia himself. Grim groaned due to the ridiculousness. Perhaps it was a metaphor that a small cat could not comprehend right away. 

Grim could only groan and glare at nothing after being called a cat through this narrative. The writer wishes not to disrespect the characters despite their race and status—but only for the sake of adding more sentences in this paragraph.

"Silver, let's return to the dorm now! You've shared enough insights with them today. Let's go!" As impatient as he is, Sebek grabbed Silver and started taking big strides after bidding them farewell.

“That’s one strange way to describe the Saintess, don’t you think so?” The Prefect could only sigh shortly. They are unsure if this information would be helpful to get to know the Saintess. The Prefect could only hope the said Saintess isn’t as blindingly bright as the largest sun of the solar system. Should they consider getting a pair of sunglasses? 

“Let’s just go to the headmage and tell him we’re done passing the message,” Grim agreed before resuming to head towards the headmage’s office. 

The office is just a few walks away and yet it feels as though the hallways get longer and longer. Each step they take, the floor gets stretched like rubber. No…the hallway seems to reflect the path behind them and yet the door of the headmage's office remained unreachable from a distance. 

Grim begins to sense something fishy in this kind of predicament. Has someone activated a spell? Is this some sort of prank? Unlikely—They have never encountered anyone who can manipulate someone’s vision, let alone hear someone cite a spell to perform such terrifying magic.

“Hey, what’s going on?!” As Grim exclaimed, something bright bursts out of the headmage’s office. The two barely avoided the running bolt of light and could only grab on the nearest pillar of the hall. Waiting for the force of the wind to calm, the strange light escaped and disappeared like a bubble.

“W-What was that…?” Still in a process of recollecting themselves, the two eventually went for a run to consult the headmage regarding what they have recently experienced.

Upon pushing the door open, the headmage whose current state is strangely haggard stood there, unbothered. The papers fluttered down all over his table down to the floor. Perhaps the cause came from the light that surprised them earlier. Yet his unfazed grin is evident behind the beak of his mask as soon as he caught the sight of the two arriving at a perfect time. “Oh joy! I presume that you have finally sent the message to our housewardens?” welcomed by the headmage, he immediately tried to fix his hat and hair.

“Yes, we have—but can we talk about what just happened earlier?!” The two explained that something bizarre occurred at the halls on their way to the headmage’s office. Grim’s point of view might’ve been an exaggeration as the light was twice his size. 

"Now, now—I'm sure you have a lot of questions but I'd prefer it if you could tone it down," Casting a spell to reorganize the papers from the floor, the headmage hummed as more questions followed after his statement. He eventually groaned in disbelief before telling the two to come closer.

"The light you just saw…could you guess who it was?" Who? That thing? That ball of light—that was a ‘who’? Who would’ve thought that it’s a person. As if a cat got their tongues, not Grim, Crowley sighed in disappointment as he was anticipating an answer from the two may it be a ridiculous one. Alas, he couldn’t get a single sound out of them in which he decided to give them a hint.

“No? Nothing at all? And here I thought you had been gathering useful information during the errand I have given you,” He shook his head before resuming, “Then how about this, a clue will be generously given to you by yours truly and because I’m so kind, I’ll let Grim join the Ball of the Evening if you guessed right.” Wide grins were slowly forming on their faces because of this condition. Although, the Prefect isn’t so confident to give the answer so they let Grim answer this one.

And so, the headmage began to clear his throat as he stated the promised clue. “This person’s related to mirrors. You may have seen something bizarre outside my office earlier, no?” That’s right…an unsettling magic cast upon the hallway does resemble how a mirror reflects what stands before it. What’s even more peculiar was that their reflection was not apparent—supposed the hallway was only affected by the spell. But who could cast such an overwhelming spell in the first place?

“I haven’t seen that kind of magic around…was it someone’s signature spell?” Grim asked the Prefect, however, they could only give him a shrug. Even if they searched for them, there were no students who could use a spell similar to that nor someone related to mirrors. Well, students of Pomefiore do use mirrors most of the time but it isn’t magic related.

Wait…Could it be…? 

There’s only one name that popped up into their minds. There’s no doubt, it must be them! “Maybe…it was one of the Mirages?” As soon as a familiar name was uttered, the headmage began to applaud as he showed them his satisfactory smile. He felt even more proud that his school teaches his students well that it must have paid off. Soon, NRC will take the lead if this continues! 

“Was it…the Saintess, headmage Crowley?” An even wider smile, they must’ve gotten the bingo already. But what could be the reason for the Saintess’ sudden visit? And leaving a large mess at that. 

“You guessed it right! Well, it is already an obvious answer to begin with. Nonetheless, I had a thought you might have a hard time guessing without a hint since the two of you barely have enough knowledge regarding other powerful mages. But I digress!” 

“But what could possibly be the reason she visited your office? It wasn’t even the time for her to arrive at school…” A very good question indeed. It would take days to travel from Shaftlands to NRC, yet it is also possible to arrive here much faster with the use of a certain gadget.

There’s only one family who owns such a thing for traveling purposes. Are they perhaps well acquainted? 

A lot of thoughts rushed all at once into the Prefect’s mind. They knew Rook just recently heard of the Saintess and news of her arriving at the Isle of Sages has yet to be announced. “Since you’re that curious, I at least need to share what has been weighing on my mind.”

“Please know that you must not share this to anyone else or else I’ll change my mind for making Grim join us in the Ball of the Evening!” The two agreed as they waited for his explanation. Going back to his seat and putting the documents on his table aside, his tone suddenly turned serious as he spoke out what he had recently heard from the Saintess. 

“‘I insist on canceling the event’—was what she said. I do wonder why she was so desperate to ask for something her parents and this school has arranged for her,” The headmage continuously grumbled as he seemed genuinely displeased of what the Saintess had demanded him to do. 

“Of course, I refused naturally. This is to celebrate her taking over her ancestor’s role!” It would truly be a shame to step down for an unexplained reason why she must get the event canceled. 

However, what comes next has left an even more wavering feeling within the office.

“And to my dismay, she asked for a request as the member of Mirage that I did not expect to hear,” staring at the Prefect and Grim without blinking, the headmage slowly worded, “If I tell you I foresaw something terrifying that might put your college to a grave predicament…as the headmage, would you simply doubt this ability I inherited since birth?” 

An ability that is considered powerful for a mage to possess…an ability that is said to be confidential, one that matches god’s power yet may be frowned upon by many—a soothsayer.

“Dire Crowley, headmage of Night Raven College…despite my position to be named as the Saintess, I swear that my eyes are incapable of fabricating the future!” 

To Be Continued

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[sayeedaqsa]

Understanding Cultural Differences in Medical Tourism

Medical tourism is a rapidly growing industry, with an estimated 11 million people traveling internationally for medical purposes each year. However, cultural differences can pose challenges for medical tourists and health professionals in providing quality care. This blog discusses the importance of understanding cultural differences in medical tourism and how to navigate them effectively.

Cultural differences in medical tourism Culture is a complex concept involving beliefs, values, behaviors and customs shared by a group of people. In medical tourism, cultural differences can affect different aspects of healthcare such as Communication, Informed Consent, Decision Making, and Patient Expectations. Cultural differences that medical tourists may encounter include:

Language barrier: Medical tourists may not speak the language of the country of destination, which can create barriers to communication with medical professionals. Religious view: Religious beliefs can influence treatment decisions such as: B. Using blood transfusions or organ donations. Social Norms: Social norms can influence behavior such as: B. Using traditional medicine or looking for cures for certain ailments. Cultural competence in medical tourism Cultural competence is the ability of health care providers to understand and work effectively with patients from different cultural backgrounds. Cultural competence is essential in medical tourism to deliver quality care and ensure patient outcomes. Here are some ways medical professionals can improve cultural literacy with medical tourism.

1. Education and training Healthcare workers can improve their cultural competencies by participating in education and training programs that focus on cultural competencies and diversity. These programs provide health professionals with the knowledge and skills they need to understand and manage cultural differences in health care.

2. Language service Medical professionals can use language services such as interpreters and translation apps to communicate effectively with medical tourists who do not speak the language of their destination. Language services also help medical professionals understand medical terminology and provide accurate information to patients.

3. Respect for cultural beliefs Healthcare professionals should respect the cultural beliefs and values of medical tourists and avoid imposing their own cultural beliefs on patients. Health care professionals must listen to their patients' concerns and preferences and work with them to develop a treatment plan that aligns with the patient's cultural beliefs.

4. Consent A health care practitioner should ensure that the medical tourist fully understands the risks and benefits of treatment and provides her informed consent before undertaking any procedure. The healthcare provider should also provide informed consent in the patient's native language, if required. 1. Research the target country Before traveling to a foreign country for treatment, it is important to learn about the country's cultural norms, customs, and beliefs. This research helps medical tourists understand cultural expectations and avoid cultural misunderstandings that are barriers to effective communication and treatment. 2. Learn basic phrases Learning basic phrases in the language of the country you are visiting can help medical tourists communicate effectively with medical professionals and local residents. Simple phrases like 'hello', 'thank you' and 'sorry' go a long way in building trust and showing respect to locals. 3. Understand cultural differences Medical tourists should be aware of cultural differences in healthcare, such as: B. Traditional Medicine Use, Religious Beliefs, and Attitudes to Treatment. This understanding helps medical tourists make informed decisions about their treatment and respect the cultural diversity of the destination country.

4. Observe local customs and manners By following local customs and etiquette, you can respect the culture of your destination country and foster good relations with the local people. For example, medical tourists should dress modestly, remove their shoes before entering homes and temples, and avoid discussing sensitive topics such as politics and religion.

5. Seek cultural leadership Medical tourists can seek advice from cultural experts and medical tourism companies that specialize in intercultural communication and understanding. These experts provide valuable insight into the destination country's culture and customs, helping medical tourists effectively address cultural differences. In summary, understanding cultural differences is crucial for both medical professionals and medical tourists to provide and receive quality medical services in medical tourism. By fostering cultural competence and respect, medical professionals and medical tourists can improve communication, trust and understanding, and achieve positive health outcomes and experiences. We can provide a unique opportunity to learn about and appreciate cultures and promote cross-cultural interaction and understanding.

[playmatka7]

The Thrilling World of Online Matka Play and Satta Matka

Few games in the world of internet entertainment can compare to Satta Matka's thrill and mystery. This game, which has its roots in Indian culture, has developed over time and is now more widely available online. Online Matka Play has grown in popularity as a hobby among people looking for big wins and an exciting game. This post will examine the intriguing realm of Satta Matka, go over its background, guidelines, and tactics, and talk about the game's expanding internet following.

Why Satta Matka Was Started

The game of chance known as Satta Matka has a long history in the gambling culture of India. It was first played as a way to wager on the opening and closing rates of cotton trades on the New York Cotton Exchange in the 1950s. Playing cards and later numbers were added to the game as it developed, making it more widely available.

Satta Matka, which translates to "betting on numbers," became well-known in Mumbai, a busy metropolis, very rapidly. Gamblers like it because it is easy-to-understand yet exciting gameplay. Selecting three numbers between 0 and 9 is the game's objective. The results are announced twice a day.

The Satta Matka Rules

The rules of Satta Matka are simple: it's a game of luck. A result is formed by adding the three numbers that the players choose from 0 to 9. For instance, the outcome is 257 if a player chooses the numbers 2, 5, and 7. Players can wager on a number of outcomes, including the opening number, closing number, and overall result. The results are announced at specified intervals.

Even though the game can appear straightforward, there are a number of betting options with varying odds and payouts, such as single, Jodi, Patti, and more. To increase the thrill and their possible gains, players can wager on these possibilities.

Techniques for the Satta Matka

Although Satta Matka is mostly a luck-based game, players can increase their chances of winning by using certain methods and suggestions to assist them make wise selections. When playing Satta Matka, have the following tips in mind:

Research and Analysis: Examine and evaluate prior outcomes before to making a wager. This may increase your ability to forecast future events by assisting you in spotting trends and patterns.

Bankroll management: Establish and adhere to a spending limit for your Satta Matka game. Never try to recover a loss by betting more than you can afford to lose.

Start Small: If you're new to the game, place lower wagers at first, and as you get more comfortable, raise them gradually.

Keep Up: Remain informed on the most recent Satta Matka news and information. This can assist you in making wise wagering judgements.

Satta Matka Online's Ascent

Satta Matka has smoothly moved to the internet in recent years, increasing its accessibility and convenience for a worldwide audience. The popularity of online Matka Play platforms has increased for a number of reasons:

Accessibility: Players can play Satta Matka from the convenience of their homes or while on the go thanks to online platforms. There is no longer any requirement to go to actual places or agents.

Variety of Markets: To provide players more alternatives and winning chances, online Matka Play platforms frequently include a large selection of markets and betting options.

Security: Players can feel at ease knowing that trustworthy online platforms provide safe transactions and data protection.

Live Results: To improve the gaming experience, online Satta Matka play offer real-time updates and results.

incentives and Promotions: To entice and keep gamers, a lot of online platforms provide loyalty points, incentives, and promotions.

The Matter of Law

It's important to remember that Satta Matka is regarded as gambling and that different jurisdictions have different laws governing it. It may be controlled and subject to taxes in certain places, but it is outright forbidden in others. Before playing, players should be informed of Satta Matka's legal standing in their jurisdiction.

In summary

Since its modest beginnings as a tool to wager on cotton pricing, Satta Matka has grown to become a worldwide phenomenon. With the development of internet platforms, players may now enjoy the excitement of this game from the comfort of their homes, making it more convenient and accessible than before.

Unquestionably, Satta Matka is an entertaining game, but players should proceed with caution because there is a risk involved. Responsible gameplay necessitates budgeting, research, and informed participation.

Gamblers around the world are still drawn to the excitement of Satta Matka and the possibility of striking it rich. The world of Satta Matka online provides an opportunity to engage in this age-old game of chance and try your luck in the quest for wealth, regardless of your level of experience.

[vintage-marina]

A woman out of time chapter 4

TW: probably derealisation (reader is confused where she is), talking about the loss of someone, talking about Hydra, nazi's and the Second World War

wordcount: 2694

The Dauntless

''Take that thing off on your shoulders, everything that you carry should lay on the ground,'' said a man with a white wig to you. Not that he was special or anything, no everyone was wearing white wigs. This was the moment that you knew that the men fashion of this time period was really ugly. You knew your fair share of historical women clothing but you had no idea what the men wore so you didn't exactly knew in what time you were in. ''Now!'' said the man again, you mumbeled quietly to yourself, clicked off the safety belt that was strapped across the top of your chest and shrugged of the straps across your shoulders that secured the med pack. Some of the men that could ssee you had widened their eyes and were questioning what you were wearing, they never saw it and it was certainley not lady like. You held your medpack in one of your hands and laid it carefully on the ground, you straightend your back and stared ahead of you but when someone picked that up you said concerned: ''Hey, don't touch that!''

The Commodore was walking towards you, (that was James, but after someone called him commodore you knew that he was pretty important) had handcuffs in his hand and clicked it onto your gloved hands. Both of you didn't say anything and you only stared him down. The light bags under his eyes told you that he was tired and in his eyes swom sadness, the same sadness that swom into yours. You noticed that he was or sad about the loss of his men or that he was sad that he had to arrest a woman and possibly execute her (so that was you) or a mix of them.

You were pushed on your back, were let to the lower deck of the ship and were thrown into an old cell with rusted bars. The cell smelled and you saw dirt laying on the floor, you lifted your nose up in disgust and the smell made you almost gag. James Norrington led the way to your prison and you turned your head to face him. ''Well atleast your or your men could have cleaned up this mess, but alas I shouldn't have expected that.'' The second thing you noticed about him was that he couldn't have eye contact with someone for a long time, instead of looking into your eyes he was staring at the wall behind you. He cleared his throat and looked into your eyes again for a moment. ''This is not a place for a woman,'' ''then get me out of here.'' ''No, you're a pirate. You don't deserve a good place to stay.'' His eyes went cold after he accused you of it.

''Like I said before, I am not a pirate! Besides even if I was a pirate, they don't deserve this treatment of you and the Navy. They are human just like you, yes maybe some of them are bad and they should be punished ofcourse, but not all of them are bad. And most men in the Navy are just as bad maybe even worse and they don't get punished. That isn't fair, is it Commodore?'' He ignored you and didn't meet your eyes again, in fact he didn't even say anything to you but turned his back to walk away from you. In two steps you were by the metal bars and you gripped it with determination. ''I'm a nurse Commodore, if you want your men to be alive and well, you should let me out of this cell and let me go, so I can help them!'' He still ignored you and walked to the stairs. You sighed in irritation and sat on the place of the ground that was the most clean, but in desperation you said one last thing to him ''If you leave me as a prisoner, I will be dead and my blood will be on your hands! Don't think your innocent either Commodore! You've probably killed more men than any pirate on earth!'' you took a deep breath to calm yourself and then you said in a monotone voice: ''And who will take care of your wounded men, your so called medic? He would probably give them an infection that would result in death.'' He was on top of the stairs by now and you could see that he struggled by what you said but he only give you a stare that said you disgust me and walked into the light of the moon.

You laid your head against the wall and closed your eyes. The smell was disgusting and you thought it was for the best to breath to your mouth, your fingers were tapping on the ground and you were thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. The cell resembled the prison where you stayed for short periods of time in Hydra and your eyes went wide open. Your fingers stopped with tapping and wrapped around your upperarm. Your breath was caught in your throat and with each breath, breathing was becoming more and more difficult. Hydra? No, this can't be. You're not on a Navy ship, were you all this time by Hydra? Did you ever live in 2023? Did Thanos even attack? Are you still in 1944? All this was a hallucination, a test. A test yes, but for what? Why would Hydra test you, what have you done to deserve this?

You tried to hum It had to be you from Betty Hutton, you heard this version for the first time after you and your team had a small break. It was heavenly to have a distraction and everyone had a small smile on their faces and you could say that this song was a favourite of yours. If you really were in 1944 then was this song only a few months old and in your mind it was logical that a lot of people knew this song. If these men didn't know this one then you were really stuck in the past and not taken by Hydra and if they knew or regconise it then you were in 1944. Yes, this is a great plan! Only thing you had to do is ask some of them if they knew this song, easy. You unclapsed your hand and let it rest on your thigh. Your eyes fell on the ring on your other hand and a sob fell between the sweet melody that you tried to hum and then another sob. A few tears were pooling in your Y/E/C eyes and fell on your cheeks. You put your face into your hands as best as you could ofcourse, to lessen your cries. A woman appeared in your memory, she was just as beautiful as when you last saw her, but this made you wail even more.

Dripping, you felt something dripping on your face and it wasn't tears. You were sent back to reality. You tried to touch the place where you've noticied the dripping, but the cuffs were ratteling and it was pretty hard. You inspected your hand and noticed that your gloved finger had speckles of scarlett on it, so you were bleeding. A head wound maybe. Not maybe, certainly. You expected more of your body but you only could find a few scratches, but what was even worse to you was that your green suit was dirty! Gunpowder and dirt were on it and you sighed in irritation. A few stray tears found their way onto your cheeks and you saw that woman again in your head and later that night in your dreams or nightmares you could say.

A few days later

During your time in this cell you still thought that you were kidnapped by Hydra and it was pretty scary. Yes you could escape on your own, but if it really was Hydra you don't want to get tortured again and again and even if it was not you still were stuck on the ship itself. The cell still stunk but you did your best to clean up the floor with your combat boots. Although you didn't get many visitors down here, you were very wary about the men who still came to visit you. Actually they didn't really visited you, they brought you something to eat (not that it was much). You stared them down and didn't bother to say thank you to them. Why would you say thank you to the people who kidnapped you a few months ago hm? James Norrington didn't visit you and you were glad about that, he could be a nazi for all you know. But if you really were in 1944, why did you have such vivid memories of people that were not even born yet during the Second World War and why did you have nightmares about things that wern't lining up with the war? Your face felt dirty and the wound on your head was now healing on it's own. The wound bothered you, you couldn't even check it and when you asked those men they said no! The audacity.

You heard something on the stairs, you perked your ears and listened for a second, you were anxious. Footsteps, you heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, but it wasn't one person but more of them maybe three? You thought that they looked stern but a bit anxious too. Where they scared of you? You were landing on the wall and eyed them suspicious. ''Pirate, the Commodore wants to talk to you'' Oh, but in Hydra nobody is called a commodore, so why is James then that being called? ''He said that it was important.'' You weren't really happy that you should see him and frankly the pit in your stomach was growing and growing. But now you had the chance to know if you were in Hydra or not. ''Alright, but first I have a question,'' you could see that they thought it wasn't a good plan, but before they could interrupt you said: ''Do you know the song It had to be you from Betty Hutton? I heard it was pretty popular.'' ''No, now come along. Women do not even make music.'' The other two shaked their head and you knew now that it wasn't Hydra but you gave a stank eye to the man who said that women couldn't make music. You let out a puff of relieve now you knew that you weren't in Hydra. Everything is better than in there. ''Okay, now I'm coming'' you pushed yourself of the wall and one of the men unlocked your prison cell and you followed them to the daylight that you so dearly missed. When you stood on the deck you shielded your eyes from the sun and quickly followed the men, you saw that the others were looking at you but you looked to the ground. So if they weren't Hydra or nazi's, maybe some of them aren't completely evil. Maybe.

You were walking on the deck of the Dauntless and were lead to the cabin of the Commodore, now you knew where you where and what your purpose again was you formed a plan.

Step 1: Try to find out if the Infinity Stones exist here

Step 1,5: If they are here, then eavesdrop on people to get information

Step 2: Try not to die, find the Black Pearl and getting your time travelsuit back

Step 3: Get the location of the Tesseract

Step 4: Go to that location with your timetravelsuit on

Step 5: Get the hell out of here

Simple.

One of the Navy men knocked on the Commodore his cabin and said: ''Commodore, the pirate is here,'' you didn't even try to correct the people anymore. You heard something along the lines of come in and the door was pushed open. ''We're staying here so if you try to do something, you don't get far pirate.'' And they stood in position to guard the door.

You stepped inside and you saw James hunched over a staple of papers, you cleared your throat to alert him and he looked up. He was pretty handsome you noticed and he gestured that you could sit down and gave you something to drink. You tried to clean your face a bit, took the chair that the offered and drank in one gulp your drink up. You laid your hands in your lap and crossed your legs and stared to his desk. It was beautiful with simplistic engravings. ''So you're going to give me the date when I'm supposed to die,'' you mumbled sour. ''I don't want to die,'' you said hopeless. ''Maybe a week ago I wanted to die yes, but now James. Now I have so much to live for, please don't let me get killed.''

He was confused why would you want to be dead?

He didn't say anything but shoved a paper towards your nose. You picked up the paper and began reading, your eyes scrolled over the written words and by each word you smiled harder. ''So I don't get killed?'' ''No you won't,'' ''thank you James.'' He didn't look you into the eye but said: ''How do you know my name when I do not even know yours?'' ''Elizabeth,'' was the only thing you answered. ''That explains why,'' a small smile was on his face when you said her name. ''My name's Y/N Y/L/N by the way. But if I read it correctly I'm going to care for your men with the medic?'' He said yes and you went further. ''I'm not going to listen to the medic, I know that he isn't doing a really good job because if he did I wasn't here in your cabin and I would probably be dead in a few days. Instead of me listening to him, he should be listening to me.'' he looked a bit uncomfortable and his face was written with guilt and you knew that you were right. ''I will tell him that, we also didn't want to execute you because we wanted you to be with your husband,'' and he gestured towards your gloved hand that had a ring on it. Oh, your gleefull expression dropped towards a saddened one and a few tears were forming into your eyes. ''I do not have a husband, Commodore. My partner died a few years ago'' He looked more uncomfortable now and mumbled his apologies. ''My partner was one of the bravest people I knew, sh-he died trying to liberate people.'' and you gave him a weak smile.

''Another thing that I wanted to discuss with you is your sleeping arrangement, we have a room that we do not use and you can sleep in them,'' you mumbled a soft thank you, still thinking about your late soon-to-be-wife. ''And another thing is, that we inspected your belongings and your weapons do not match with the weapons that we know'' and laid your weapons and your medpack on his desk. ''This thing'' and he pointed to the taser, ''No one here did not regconise it like every other weapon here, care to explain?'' You were thinking to gave them an excuse but your mind went blank, not having enough food and water did really mess with someone's brain also it didn't help that you were crying. ''I got it from a gun dealer in France, he said it was the perfect weapon for a woman.'' He pinched his nose bridge and mumbled aggrivitated: ''And how did you even got the other weapons?'' ''I got it from the same gun dealer ofcourse!'' ''You want to give this dealer a name Nurse?'' ''...Jean, yeah Jean,'' ''sure.'' He didn't sound convinced but let it be.

This story is for another time, he thought to himself.

''After this talk you will have a good amount of rest and then you will be helping us. I hope you do not betray us Y/N or otherwise you would still be dead, now go, your room is ready by now.'' You bid him farewell and went outside again.

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Nuts and Dolts Week DAY 7 - Reunion

Day 7 of @nuts-and-dolts-week, and look another AU version(though who knows maybe it might come true...please CRWBY🥺)

Anyway hope you’ll enjoy the story and are ready for the finale tomorrow.

Penny was extremely nervous, checking her hair and makeup again in the mirror. A small part of her brain told her that this was just the panic talking to her. However, a larger portion kept telling her that something was amiss, and she just didn’t see it.

“Penny!” her father called out, “are you coming down for breakfast?”

“Almost father!” she responded as she finally just turned away from the mirror. She had numerous plans and backup plans all ready for this day. Already she had crossed off thirty percent of her accumulated plans, and that number was only growing. Swiftly she did a final check of her outfit. It was a lighter style of her normal outfit, the sleeves significantly reduced and much of the fluff of her winter outfits was not present. She also had finally nailed a new swathe of colors for her outfits. The greens and whites where still dominate, but now she had started adding highlights of maroon and silver.

A soft smile teased its way on her face as she looked at her new colors. Ruby had done so much for her, awakening her true self, saving her twice, and even taking her on her first ice cream outing. Yes, that was important and yes, she did enjoy the mint chocolate chip.

“Penny!!” her father shouted again.

“Coming!” Penny shouted as she did a quick scan of her plans, before dashing out of her room.

“Slow down Penny,” Her father Pietro chuckled at his daughter’s exuberance, “We’ve still got plenty of time before they arrive,”

“Forty-five minutes and eleven seconds to be precise father,” Penny chirped, though she did sit down at their small dinner table. Pietro couldn’t help but give her a rueful grin. Sure, she no longer was directly connected to the CCTS but throughout her recovery she had made it a point to regain her old accuracy.

“Right you are,” he stated as he slides a plate of pancakes in front of her. “Just enough time to enjoy your breakfast, with your old man,”

“Thank you, father,” Penny said as she leaned up to give him a kiss. The past year or so had been a wonderful for the two. They had finally had time to properly bond as a family. No military oversight, no classified information being withheld, and nothing to call them away from each other. Sure, her father was busy at times with his projects around Vacuo, but he could easily come back home if she needed him. Likewise, he could check on her when she went exploring and training. In the end the two had solidified their family again, and if Penny was honest, it felt even better.

Penny sighed as she took a bite out of her pancakes. She was never going to get used to these fluffy treats Nora had shared with her. Not to mention the numerous toppings one could put on such stacks added so much potential to a breakfast. Her father turned on the tv, and the buzz of the daily news drifted through. It was this calm atmosphere that Penny had grown accustom to in the mornings, and yet her earlier nerves were coming back in force.

Pietro, having gotten time to know his daughter, could see such signs now.

“It will be fine Penny,” he stated, drawing Penny’s gaze toward him “I doubt your friends are going to be disappointed with just spending time with you,”

“I…it’s just that it’s been so long,” Penny said, a bit of sadness entering her voice, “what if something’s changed—”

“Oh, something definitely will have changed,” Pietro chuckled, earning himself a glare from his daughter.

“Father, you know what I meant,” Penny said annoyed, “It’s just that—”

“That you’re over thinking Penny,” Pietro cut in as he gave a hug to his daughter, “you get that from me,” he said grinning as he spotted a smile on his daughter’s face again. Fortunately, the weather report came up and took Penny’s attention. Some of her plans required specific weather patterns.

Of course, no amount of additional information could change when they had to leave, and soon Penny found herself standing at the entrance of the airship gate, alone. Her father had work, which she had known would happen. Not that he didn’t offer to stay with her. She however needed to do this herself. At least that’s what she told herself.

Seconds turned to minutes and that turned into an eternity for her. She knew the darker thoughts her brain was currently hitting her with was just that, thoughts, but those thoughts were getting louder. She knew she wasn’t full healed from the war, especially considering she had met death twice.

“ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Flight V44092 has landed,” the speakers suddenly spoke and Penny felt her world freeze. Here it was, the moment of truth. Well almost the moment, they had to deboard the airship, get their bags and—

“WOOSH!!”

Penny’s thoughts were suddenly crashed as a bolt of red slammed into her. With a twirl Ruby spun her friend around all the while crying out how good it was to see her. Penny’s mind immediately crushed most of her worries. After all it was hard to argue with Ruby’s hugs, the warmest most comfortable hug that Penny ever experienced.

“Penny?” Ruby’s voice suddenly brought Penny out of her daydreaming and for the first time Penny realized she looked up at Ruby. Her friend had grown at least another three inches, her hair a wild mess of locks, but her face still held that open friendliness that led her to be the Hero of Remnant. “Ah Penny?” Ruby pressed a little worried at the wide-eyed stare her friend was giving her, she knew she was a bit of a mess, but she didn’t look that bad right?

“You’ve gotten taller,” Penny finally said as Ruby set her down.

“Yep, dad’s height finally kicked in,” Ruby declared as she stepped backed and flexed her height. However, she got nervous when Penny simply stared at her. “What? Is there something on my face?”

“No,” and Penny stepped back in to initiate her own hug, and basking in the sense of comfort she had missed from Ruby.

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never forget that at its core, zexal is essentially a gay love story

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If I didn't know better I'd think Magda is sick. 😂 It'd be a huge boost to get the win but it isn't the primary objective tomorrow. The most important is how the game picture will look like. That's what they'll bring with them from the game. The most important is Sweden is at their best at the Olympics she says. svt(.)se/sport/fotboll/gerhardsson-infor-usa-motet-ett-perfekt-lage Thanks for the lesson Magda. We fans need to learn the difference between friendlies and competitive games.

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@hotpacino​ Hey there, Erika, my luv! If your requests are still open I have a request for you. This Thursday I will be having a very important exam and I am nervous as hell... So, could I please have some headcanons for J and Pat comforting their s/o about an impeding exam, because she has severe anxiety and depression and she feels like she is gonna fail, and has a meltdown about it? I know it's super specific and if it's not something you would enjoy writing, feel free to ignore this!!! 😘😘😘

Hi, darling! I’m so sorry that this is a few days late; I hope that you enjoy it! How did your exam go? Sending you love and strength!💕 I wasn’t sure if this was a poly request or individual sets; so I’ve done individual skksks if you wanted poly let me know and I’ll whip something up for you! <3

This is a repost; the initial format for the piece screwed up lmao so I’ve just moved everything over into a blank post and done it this way.

Total word count for the two sets: 1, 331.

Pandaaaaa ~ // wc: 655.

(he’s cheering you on!)

To say that you were on edge was an understatement. You had an exam coming up and you were sure that you were going to fail, even with how hard you were working.

You spent your days with your nose buried in various textbooks, your fingers almost permanently stained with black inks and bright colours from the highlights which you had been using. You were definitely sleep deprived and running on caffeine and spite. You had to pass your exam. You had to.

J had been a silent observer throughout your revision process. He was pleased with your dedication and how hard you were working, even though he didn’t necessarily understand why you were working quite so hard. Though education was important, there were other ways to learn, other ways to live, than academics.

But. J would support you, and he showed this in small ways. He made sure that you ate, that you drank, that you rested when you needed to and, most importantly, that you slept the required minimum of eight hours every night.

This was non-negotiable and J wasn’t afraid to use cold, hard facts to get you to rest.

“Ya’ain’t gonna’ get any more infor-ma-tion in that brain o’yours, Y/N. Get, ah - get some rest, hm?”

“A-ta-ta, no. No talkin’ like that, ya’ hear? That’s my Y/N ya bein’ rude to. And I don’t like it. Not. One. Bit.”

Eventually, though, with you working non stop and not allowing your brain any rest, the inevitable happened. J knew that it was coming, he saw all the signs, recognised the microexpressions.

He stood by, prepared to catch your fall, but J never got in your way; you were a grown person, you knew what you were doing, and he would leave you to it, especially if you weren’t going to take the advice and care he had been consistently given you.

You had a melt down and started to sob over your textbooks. But still were you studying, even with tears streaming down your face and falling upon your textbook pages and notes like rain.

J cooed mockingly, unsurprised by this. He had warned you to slow it down. “Oh, shush shush shush, Y/N.”

As your sobs increased with the sound of J’s voice, he stood behind you and bent over your body, his semi-greasy curls coming into your line of sight as he rested his chin on your shoulder, an arm snaking around your waist. “I got’cha, doll. Easy, hm?”

His other hand came up from where it was by his side and stole your pen. He chucked it carelessly across the table and then shoved your materials forward, away from you. J’s chin rested atop your head as his arms came around you like a cage, while you remained sat at your desk.

J’s breathing was deep and steady, his movements exaggerated, and you understood. You copied his breathing, felt his touch, heard his low soothing shushing, and allowed J to calm you with his own body.

“Feel better?”

You nodded, “Th-thank you, J.”

“Uh-huh. So, ah - are ya’ gonna stop now? Ya’ve done all ya’ can. I’m proud o’ya.  Get, ah - some rest. No more workin’.” J tapped your temple teasingly. You couldn’t see the proud smile on his face but you could hear it and it made all the difference to you. “If it ain’t in there now, then it ain’t gonna’ be so why bother stressin’, hm?”

Harsh, but true. J only wanted the best for you, and as you nodded and leaned back in your chair, J dropped a tender kiss to the top of your head and surrounded your entire body with his own.

Shit, his back would hurt later, bent over you like this, but it was worth it if it meant that you wouldn’t want to keep working. You had done your best, and he was very proud of you.

Pretty boyyyyy ~ // wc: 676.

(a reminder)

It was no secret that Pat just wasn’t the academic type.

He skipped classes, never did his homework, only attended detentions because a) he didn’t want to get expelled and b) had no one to go home to anyway, and just didn’t care about letters on a piece of paper.

His attitude towards things which others deemed to be important but didn’t matter to him was so liberating and you wished that you could have even a third of the devil-may-care attitude which Pat did.

Oh, but you were so tired. You had barely had a break over the last few weeks and you were constantly working; you only stopped to sleep for a few hours before you were back at it.

Pat was so proud of you for working as hard as you were and he was in awe of your strength, but he was also very concerned for you.

Every time you sat down to study, Pat was right there with you. He took such good care of you that often did it leave you in tears.

He brought you your favourite hot drink every time you finished one, brought you (mostly) healthy snacks, rubbed your shoulders, pressed kisses to your neck and shoulders when he walked past...

Pat was there for you. He was immensely worried for you due to your anxiety and depression and a natural cafetaker was he now thanks to the year which he had spent taking care of his grandfather, so it was something which he didn’t even have to really think about. Pat just... took care of you.

Neither of you were surprised by your meltdown; Pat had been waiting for it, so intuitive and so intelligent was he, and you had felt the incoming tidal wave.

You were overwhelmed and you were convinced that you were going to fail.

Your breaths came in harsh gasps, tears streaming down your face. “I can’t do it, Pat, I’m gonna fail, I can’t - “

Pat was out of his seat like a bullet from a gun as he dashed over to you, “Hey, hey, come on, Y/N - breathe, love. With me - “

Pat wrapped one arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his body, and the fingers of his other hand interlocked with yours. He breathed in deeply, held it for eight seconds and exhaled for the same length of time.

Full lips feathered kisses to the side of your face as he did breathing exercises with you. “You’re so smart - “ A kiss, “hard working,” Another kiss, “and you’re gonna’ pass,” A whimper from you. “No, hey - look at me, Y/N,” He waited until you looked at him before he continued, “It’s not the end of the world if you fail, okay? It’s just a grade. It doesn’t define you. You can do it.”

“Th-thank you,” You managed a teary eyed, weak smile for your koala and he flashed you a grin.

“You’re welcome. Now, what d’ya say we take a nap, hm? You’ve barely slept and I know that’s why you’re a bit more emotional right now. This can all wait - “ Pat nodded at your work and helped you up, tugging you to the bedroom, “My Y/N’s way more important.”

You smiled and wiped your tears away with a shaky hand, trusting that Pat knew what was best for you. You curled up in Pat’s arms, cushioned atop him. His lips pressed kisses all over the top of your head. “Just sleep, Y/N. I won’t let you go.”

And so it was, surrounded by Pat and all that he was, that you napped, s safe in the knowledge that when you awoke, you would be okay. You could do it, you knew you could.

Pat always made you feel like you were on top of the world, and when you couldn’t believe in yourself would he do it for you; he loved you and he spent his every day proving that to you with his actions again and again and again.

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Support Group - Chapter Two

Ao3 link :)

CHAPTER 2

My whole morning was just like regular. Breakfast in the main hall, where I ate too much food as a force of habit - when my brain realized food was free and in large numbers, it made a connection to the times I had been forced to starve in my closet for days, and from that moment I hoarded food into my body. The consequences of this were that I would be walking around with a tummy ache all morning, but the upset stomach was still way easier than going against the childhood trauma. 

After breakfast we went to the common room, and hung out in there. Yes, we were all traumatized young adults who fought and won a war, but we were also still kids, and being lazy on a Saturday is just an important part of being a student. So, while Hermione was searching through flyers and applications for job positions and study possibilities - we still did not know how to get her to relax, although being with Ron had helped a bit - Ron and I were lazily sitting on the couch looking through some albums of the Chudley Cannons, while ignoring the Transfiguration essay that had to be done by Monday. 

It was a normal Saturday, but the support group flyer kept appearing in my thoughts. Who had put it there? Which of the Slytherins would it be, and mostly, who would show up? It was not a secret, you know, that everyone still struggled and some people were in need of more support than they were getting. It wasn’t a secret, and not even taboo to talk about really, but it just felt weird to openly share some of the stuff your mind goes through. Nobody wants to remind each other of those bad times, and if your sharing of memories could awaken traumatic feelings in someone else, why not keep them to yourself?

So that is why most talks and memories were shared on late nights, with one of your best friends, while the rest was a sleep. Hushed whispers about nightmares that kept appearing, the people you missed and the way Hogwarts had changed. Late, silent nights.

Thatś why this sudden appearance of a so-called Support Group was… Out of the ordinary, and sparked my curiosity. Maybe I would drop by, say hello and goodbye and leave again, just to see what it was about. But then, they might expect me to share war memories, and that was definitely not something I would be up for. Sharing was a sore subject for me, something I barely even did with Hermione and Ron. Sometimes I did, when I woke up from a nightmare or came back from a flashback, cause I couldn’t just not tell them anything, but the days and weeks I felt hollow and numb 24/7? There was no use in telling them. They would just feel guilty about not being able to help, and apart from numb and hollow, regret would also be added to my emotions.

The rest of morning I spent weighing curiosity against anxiety, and when lunchtime came I still had not made up my mind. That was, until Neville walked over, came sitting next to us and started talking.

“Hey guys! What are you doing today? I was considering homework, but I think I can postpone that til tomorrow, don’t you? Anyway, did you see the new posters? The support group thing? It’s surprising huh?” He grabbed a croissant, put it in his mouth, and looked at us, expectantly. 

I didn’t dare reply, as I had not yet made up my mind, but Hermione had already opened her mouth. 

“I saw, yes. I don’t think it’s that surprising at all, Neville. In fact, creating a group where people can go when they need help is wonderful.” 

“Oh, so are you gonna go?”, I asked, carefully not revealing any interest in my voice. If Hermione was going, then I could just tag along with her, and if both of us were there maybe people wouldn’t expect me to talk. I could just be the quiet Boy who Lived and she’d be the representative of our trio adventures. 

“Don’t think so, no. I’m a little busy with all these program applications and to be honest if I ever want to talk I can just go to you two or Ginny, you know”.

She had a point, most of the people in our circle had enough friends or family to go to when in need. That’s why the Slytherin part was not that surprising; they often did not have these connections. Still, with my very close group of friends, I still had nowhere to go or vent. I talked to Sirius and Remus sometimes. I would sneak out of bed at 2 am, not being able to sleep, and go to look at the stars. Sometimes I could actually see Sirius up in the sky. Sitting there, I would start talking and talking about what was keeping me awake, and although it helped, there was not any response, and I think I needed a response.

Sitting at the lunch table I thought about Sirius, about the late night one-way talks, and about the fact that if they were alive, any of them, they would want me to seek a response.

So right there and then, I decided I would go.

“I’m going, yes”, I blurted out. It got me some weird looks.

“I did not know you were that into therapy and support? When did that happen, mate?”, Ron asked me, rightfully so.  We both weren’t the touchy feely type. 

“Yeah, I know… I’m just curious, and maybe some people will appreciate me being there”. Shit. Was that too cocky? I saw Hermione looking at me observingly, but I did my best to avoid her glance and tried to recover myself. 

“You know, cause maybe not everyone is comfortable sharing their stories, cause they uhh, feel like it wasn’t that bad, but if I share something light but bothersome, you know, they might think  ‘Oh, if Harry Potter shares that, I can share this’, right?”, I proposed. This wasn’t going smoothly, but they seemed convinced and Hermione’s look stopped being intense. Phew.

 “Yeah, guess so”, Neville continued “Maybe I’ll go as well, but not this time… Still a little awkward for me… With the snake and stuff”, he finished. Neville grabbed another two croissants and left the table, walking over to Ginny and starting a conversation there. Ron and Hermione picked up the conversation on Hermione’s study programs abroad, but I did not pay attention anymore. I had made my decision, and I was gonna hold myself to it. Support group it was, then.

It was five minutes to three when I made my way to the Charms classroom. I didn’t want to be early, but I wanted to be late even less. It would have been a bit too ‘Harry’ of me to stumble in 10 minutes late to a war support group and be like “Hey guys, I’m the savior”. Could not do that. Very inappropriate. 

-

The classroom had been adjusted to a more welcoming setting, which had been achieved by moving the school banks in a circle and having no one sit at McGonagall's desk, which was smart,  I don't think she would have liked that. On the board was written in chalk, in a very classy handwriting:

"Support group: first meeting. Introduce yourself. Share information in the manner you want. Listen to others. Feel free."

-

A good message, a little cold maybe, but good. Walking into the classroom, it appeared that despite my efforts of being casual, I still was one of the earliest people there. Better than being late. Most of them were young students, the kids who had been first and second years during the battle. There were about three of them, all Hufflepuff, gathered around at a single desk. They looked vulnerable, and I felt slightly impressed by their bravery of showing up to an event like this. In my second year, there were amazingly many things I would have done, and did, to avoid talking about my problems. To be fair, with the snake and all, I shouldn’t blame myself for that.

The other people looked as they had come here on their own. A few Slytherins, around my age, or 7th years. I’d expected them. It was their meeting. Still, there was tension. Blaise was there, his dark eyes looking down at the desk, focused on picking the grout out of the wooden cracks. A few others were next to him, the Slytherin kids who always used to hang around Snape. Then there was Luna, which surprised me, but only a little. Distracted as always, she was talking to the moving cat pictures that were on McGonagall's desk, and they seemed to be talking back. Curious.

There didn’t seem to be anyone who was taking charge, I noticed. The person who wrote the message on the board couldn’t be one of these kids, right?  Maybe they tried to be casual, just like me, and were actually succeeding at it, I thought. Although, the briefness of all the messaging did seem to belong to a strict person. Well, nothing to do but wait. 

“Hello everyone, good to see you all, I’m, uhm, Harry”, and as I spoke I realized that I did not have to introduce myself to these people. And that I was an idiot.

“We know Potter, I think we noticed you sometime last year”, Blaise snickered, but not in a mean-spirited way, just regular, Slytherin sarcasm.

I had learned to understand it, a little. It wasn’t like I was never sarcastic, I’d just always thought the Slytherins were mean and cruel. But in actually talking to them, I’d discovered they were blunt and full of jokes that only they understood, but without ill intent. Most of the time, that is.

“Well it said introduce yourself,” I tried to recover, “and after that to share information the way I want to. So, er, hi I’m Harry, and the war still really sucks?” Apparently it had become absolutely impossible for me to act normal and casual anymore. Lovely. 

The Hufflepuff kids looked up at me in a confused admiration. They whispered something to each other.

“This is Nicky, this is Mary, and I’m Robb, and we think the war sucks too”. It was a little black haired boy who said this, bright eyes and dark features. He couldn’t be older than 13. How were these kids so cool? 

��Thanks Robb,” I responded, “does anyone know when our host is coming in? I don’t want to act like this whole ‘the war sucks’ thing is me taking over the meeting… Do you guys have infor-” 

“Terribly sorry to be late everyone. Extremely bad manners, I know. I hope you all have made yourself comfortable and have had the opportunity to introduce yourselves a little. I’m not sure it is neccesary, but nontheless I shall introduce myself as well. My name is-” 

 “Draco?”,  I blurted out, quite suddenly and loudly.

“Well yes, Draco it is, thanks for the introduction, Potter.’ He said this with a tone of amused surprise, and not the snark I was used to, and might even have deserved in this situation. Attempt number three of acting normal, ruined that too.

“I’m, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt. Just, not what I was expecting and all that. Please continue”, I responded in my most civil tone, trying to show him, and everyone else, that I was not going to have a duel with Draco right here right now. 

“Thanks, will do. Anyway, hereby I open our first group session of post-war support, there’s tea in the corner and I’d love to hear everyone’s names. Let’s get started, yes?”

[deliontower]

Hard to love - part 6

 title- hard to love - 1, 2 3 4 5 pairing: fem!reader x Sam word count: 4.2k square filled: for @spnquotebingo​​ - “We are far from perfect, but we are good.” warnings: angst, swearing, some fluff, pre smut and more fluff A/N: last part, sad to finishes this because I've really enjoyed writing it but it had to come to an end. half edited but it’s 4 am and i need sleep so mistakes are there. Want to say thank you to everyone that read this series and hope you stick around for my next. (Working on a dean one or a love triangle one but both need work so i’ll update soon) 

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It felt like you were in a mindless runt. You pushed any kind of feeling down, scared that if you felt even the smallest thing then you'd feel everything.

A few hunts back you had met Donna, she was a hunter/sheriff. You had rolled into  Stillwater, Minnesota after hearing about a case. She had seen right through your fake FBI get up right away. But instead of arresting you like you thought she would. You two bonded really fast, something about her was easy to trust. You gave her your number for if she ever needed your help.

You still missed Sam everyday but you remembered why you stayed away. You hoped he had moved on, it made it easier to think that.

But the one thing you didn't think would happen, she would know Sam and Dean. Of all the hunters in American you had to  befriend one who knew them. When she  called you  originally you thought it would just be the two of you but as you pulled up at the meeting spot you saw all three talking.

They hadn't seen you yet, you wanted to drive away and call Donna with a bullshit excuse but you had promised to help. You watched for a few seconds,  watching Sam mostly. He looked tired but he was still smiling. Donna always had a way to make people feel better even when everything was falling apart.

Donna was the first to notice you watching in your car, when she stopped so did the Winchesters. Both their faces dropped. You looked away, trying to pull yourself together.

You want to keep an emotionless façade, making yourself the villain you felt were. The boys were keeping a similar façade as well, not wanting Donna to know the issues.  

Looking straight at Donna, not having the will power to look either Sam or Dean in the eyes. Sam would of obviously told Dean everything. You couldn't help but remember what Dean said when you first came to the bunker.

'He's already wiped. Just don’t mess him around.'

And you did it the end, you let him think you were okay enough to be with someone completely.  "Donna" you smiled as she hugged you.

"Y/N, Glad you could make it. This is-" She drew away, turning you to face Sam and Dean. All the air left your lungs but you couldn't show it.

"We've met actually" Dean cut her off, if looks could kill you'd be dead.

"Oh I didn't know" she still smiled not noticing  the awkward air around the four of you. "so I bet you're wondering why I call you all here"

"Something like that" Dean muttered. Sam had yet to say anything but you could feel his eyes on you.

"Well, I called you guys for the muscle and Y/N here for brains" she slapped Dean on his back.

"glad that's what I'm known for" you weakly smiled.

Dean muttered something under his breath but you didn’t caught it in time.

"So what do you know so far?" You said Donna, you could feel your façade dropping.

"well it all started a few weeks back, a local man was killed we had no leads until a women came in claiming she knew the man and dreamt how he died, days before he did" Donna explained.

"They could just be a physic" you hoped it was that simple, then you could leave.

"that was my first thought but then we got half a dozen calls about people's nightmares coming true" Donna finished the whole story.

"I'll look into some lore about dreams coming true and the rest of you can question people" You said.

"You sure you're okay alone?" Donna smiled still not picking up the tense.

"of course" you smile a bit to wide , nodding to everyone. "like you said these guys are the muscle and they'll need your help more than me".

Your eyes locked on Sam longer than the others. He just barely met your eyes. "right then, guess we'll caught up later" Donna said with the same cheerily tone.

After another smile you started to walk back to your car. You could do this, just this case then you could hide away. "Y/N". You stopped dead, If anyone was going to shout after you, you thought it would be Donna or even Sam but not Dean.

"Dean" you didn't turn around. "Just so you know I didn't know you guys would be here".

"would you of shown up If you did?" Dean said from behind, his voice was cold.

You swallowed and turned to face him. "No I wouldn't, and the only reason I'm staying is because Donna asked me to help. I'll stay out of your way as much as I can. I don't want to hurt Sam more than I already have".

"So you admit you hurt him" Dean argued.

You looked just over his shoulder, Donna and Sam were watching the two of you. "I know I hurt him, and I hate myself for doing it but this is the easier way".

"breaking his heart is easier?!" it was clear he was angry.

"Yes. Walking away is a lot easier than him dying or me dying. How you ever watched someone you love die?" You felt angry too. Of course Dean had questions.

He didn't say anything but his face said it all.

"This way I am the bad guy, this way Sam can hate me and move on and be- he can be happy" You felt like crying, everything was hitting you all at once. "I'm going to go and research and you can go back to hating me too".

He didn't say anything, only nodded. You looked to Sam again, he was doing the same, looking at you. Keeping the narrative as the villain you were the one to look away.  

Somehow the town had a store that sold a wide range of stuff. From supplies of spells to bones. You didn’t know to know what or whose bones they were but it was still  interesting .    

The section you needed most was at the very back of the store. They had old hardbacks and newer paper backs. You really had no idea what you were looking for, dreams coming true was strange. They sounded more like nightmares if anything.

Something that used nightmares. You swore you heard something about nightmares in polish folklore. In the end you left the store with 5 books, one in polish you could barely read.

The next step was to find a motel to stay until the case was over. You only had to drive for a mile or so before you found one that looked okay.

 you sent a quick text to Donna telling her where she'd find you.  All you did for the next 3 hours was read and take notes. The wall above the bed was covered in ideas.

You were stood on your bed with a book in each hand and a pen in your mouth. You stopped when the motel door opened. If it was someone trying to attack you, they had chosen the right time.  

"Hey, Y/N you find anything" Donna came in carrying some beer with her. "I thought we could have a girls night"

You spat your pen out, still holding the books. "Donna. I didn't think I'd see you again today" you jumped from the bed, putting the books down too.

"Well we finished with the questioning  and I wanted to catch up with you. Plus I wanna know what happened with you and the Winchesters" she shut the door behind her. Turns out she had spotted the tense from earlier.

"What about the Winchester?" you tried to play dumb but Donna saw right through it.

"I saw how you couldn't look them in the eyes, and then I saw the way you spoke with Dean" she eyed you seriously handing you a bottle.

"It's very hard to explain" you sighed, "I met them months ago"

"And the rest?" Donna asked holding her own beer.

"Not important. But want is, is this case and I think I might found what we are looking for" you point to the note covered fall. "now I'm getting most of my infor from a polish book and I can't read it all but the other books fill in the gaps".

"okay, I'll bite what we looking at" Donna sighed, knowing she'll get nothing out of you right now.

"Okay so I remembered something about witches and dreams but couldn't remember the whole lore but I found it" you jumped up on the bed pointing at all your work. "They're called Night hags, they're nightmare spirits  they feed on nightmares".

"and how do ya kill one of these night hags?" she pointed to all your research on the wall with the hand that held her beer.

"sliver but you need to do it when they're feeding, which is the hard bit" you bite your lips and picked up another book, "I found a summoning spell but we will need someone to act as bait".

"Well then better call the boys" she reached for her phone but you stopped her before she could.

"Do we need too? We can do it, you know girl power and all" you said, feeling nervous about being in the same room as the boys so soon. You thought you had at least tonight. "or we can do it tomorrow night? They're probably at a bar getting drunk anyway".

"I'll only agree if you tell me what's going on with you and the boys"

"Promise?" you bite the inside of your cheek, already feeling worried.

"You bet ya" she sat down on the bed, waiting for you to join her.

You sighed a sat down next her, getting your own beer. "like I said I met them a mouths ago, I saved them from some witch" you smiled at the memory. "Then I did a case alone with Sam and we bonded , like I really bonded. Then we kept in contact but I didn't see him for a while and when we finally did see each other again. I broke his heart because I can’t let myself love him, even though I do" you  felt your throat croak with a sob when you finished.

Donna just hugged you, "I didn't think it was something so big".

"I hate myself for what I did to him" you muttered, "I hope he hates me, it would make everything easy".

"maybe it's not too late. Maybe he still feels the same" she rubbed your back.

"but it scares me, what I feel for him and what he feels for me" your sobbed a little more. "All I want is for him to be happy".

-x-

After a while Donna left, you were too upset to talk anymore. You had just gotten dressed after a shower. The only light came from the streetlight outside. The bed had been cleared for all your things, everything was still and quite.

You sat down on the chairs by the window, putting your head in your hands.  Now you were alone you could take in the whole day, seeing Sam, your chat with Dean and all the feeling bubbling up again.

Someone walked past your window casing a shadow across the floor, you watched as the shadow stopped outside your room. Reaching for you gun you waited to see what would happen. You took a few steps towards the door, reaching for the door handle. You sung the door open and opened your mouth in shock when you saw who was standing there.

He was swaying a little, like he couldn't stand up for you. His long hair was a little messy from the wind and being messed with. "Sam" his name left your lips, you felt the pain of it.

He pushed his head up so he could stand taller, "Donna mentioned you were staying here and I want to talk" His words were wobbly. You could smell beer and whiskey coming off him.

"You're drunk. Tell me where you're staying and I'll drive you back" you went to hold his arm but he pushed it away.

"NO" you stepped back, taken back from his raised tone. "I'm not leaving until you speak with me".

You felt hopeless, "Come in before someone calls the cops" you open the door wider for him. "I'll call Dean"

"he's asleep" Sam muttered walking into the room. Throwing his jacket off and onto a chair.

"Fine. I'll get another room and you can stay here" you sighed and went to grab a few things.

Sam breathed heavy and turned to watch you. "just stay here", the lifted his hands up and sat on the bed. "We've shared a bed before".

"this time is different" you said, putting some steel in your voice.

"your choice" he muttered under his breath.

You pushed back your hair, "the right choice".

Sam stood up, catching himself a little and walked closer to you. "don't I get a choice!".  You couldn't answer all your fight had been taken over by your guilt and pain. Maybe you had only been thinking about yourself and how you weren't strong enough.  "you left before I could say I love you"

You face was wet with tears, that was the last thing you ever thought he'd say. You opened and closed your mouth to speak. He was waiting for you to speak but all you could do was stare. He raised his hand and held your face, a sob sounded from the back of your throat when you lent closer to him.

You felt more tears fall, you brought your hand to his. You had missed his touch more than anything, all the warmth from his hand was traveling through your whole body. Your lips parted when his thumb ran along them. "Sam. We can't".

He didn't move away or change his face.  You couldn't bear to look any longer so you closed your eyes. You felt his free arm go round you. Your breath quicken when he lend you to walk on.

You opened your eyes and looked into his hazel ones. They were half closed with  exhaustion. "we can sleep, just grant me that". You wanted to fight but you were to exhausted yourself.  It went like clockwork, you both settled down in bed, he wrapped his arms around you. He buried his head into the nook of your neck. And that's how you slept, safe in his arms.

-x-

Sunlight warming your skin woke you up, you could feel Sam's sallow breath on your neck. It was a slip to let Sam in, even more of a sip that you feel asleep in his arms but despised the regret you would feel late you finally felt whole.

You turned so you could face him, his hair had fallen across his face, his eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks. You still had a whole case to get through when you both woke up.  But being in his arms again was all you had wanted since you left but like always you knew this wouldn't end well. God Sam would wake up thinking all was good but you were still so unsure if you'd make it out alive, Sam was right though he deserved a choice about how this ended.  

His eyes were beginning to open, you bit your lip as his sleepy hazel eyes focused on you. You wondered what he remembered from last night he was just drunk enough to speak with you but maybe he'd forgotten just how he'd gotten to your room.

"hi" you whispered, he smiled immediately when he saw you were still next to him, still in his arms.

"Hi" he voice was half wonder and shock. He brought his hand the back of your neck. "So…mmm what does this mean?"

You didn't know what to say because you were thinking the same thing, "honestly? I don't know, but you were right last night. I never gave you a choice, I just ran and it was wrong so maybe if-" you breathed heavy through your nose as he waited for you to finish, he already looked so hopefully. "If we take things slow  then maybe and it’s a big maybe I can let go of my fear for losing you".

He first answered by pulling you into a tight hug, you paused in a moment of shock but then put your arms around him. You could feel him grinning against your shoulder. He pulled away to speak. "I don't want to push you in to this".

"No, I need the push" you smile, running your fingers thought his hair, pushing it away. "I love you and I don't want to push you away, I need the time away and this half finished case to show me".

"Yeah, I was gonna ask about all the creepy stuff on the wall" he looked up to the wall above the bed and shrived. "Why have it above the bed?"

"because then I don't have to stare at it when I'm in bed" you laughed, you pulled him closer. "Kiss me?", he didn't need to be asked twice. You both smiled against each others lips, kissing Sam was hardly ever hard but this time felt like you were catching up on all the time you missed.  

 He pulled away  as his hands lifted your top from your head, you hadn't put a bra on the night before so you were left with nothing but your shorts. His hands went right to your breast and cupped them. He played with each nipple, you gasped into his lips. He then moved down as took one nipple in his mouth and sucked.   Your back buckled and you pressed more against him, when his tongue circled the tip.

You bit your lip to hold in a moan, you throat aching with the affect. He let your nipple fall from his mouth with a pop and went back to your lips. You tugged at his shirt wanting to feel his skin against your own. He answered you wish by taking it off. You let your lips fall to his neck and kiss along his neck and down this chest. His hands were moving all over your body as you kissed all the skin you could get to.

you stopped abruptly when you heard someone try and open your door. You looked from each other to the door, which was still trying to be opened. "Sam! Open up" .

You swore and pulled your top back on and pointed for Sam to get his own on. It was useless to try and lie to Dean but here you were, pretending you were 5 minutes away from sex.

"Dean" You sung the door open and eyed him. He looked from you to Sam who was still in bed waving over to his brother.

"Caught you two at a bad time then" he laughed and walked in with out being asked. "donna said you had a plan".

You watch shut the door and sat near the window, you then explained everything to them. Dean seemed happy with the plan but Sam looked a little worried. " You're okay with being the bait?"

You shrugged, "Gets the job done, plus you guys and Donna have my back". You took out your phone to text Donna to come. "You two can go and get the stuff I need, while I get dressed".

"sure I speak for Sammy too when I say you don't have too" he winked, purely  joking but Sam's cheeks still went red.  

"very funning. Now get lose and do your bit"

-x-

You were pasting  around the hotel room, picking up everything you'd need for the summoning spell, you knew that Dean, Sam and Donna were all outside waiting but you were still worried something could go wrong.

The spell was easy, only needed some dream rot, lamb's blood, bones and some of your own blood. Carefully you mixed everything together. Reading from one of the books you waited for the hag to show up.

The motel room was set up to look like you were trained enough for this hunt or any hunt. You made sure to hide your actual weapon and had just your gun to hand.    

All you needed to do now was wait, ever since the Djinn had gotten hold of you, you had been scared hunting something you didn't know and this was the first night hag any of you had hunted. You were hoping it would be weaker during the day.

Nothing was happening until everything did. First the lights started to flicker, then the room went ice cold. You stood up and looked around the room for any movement. When you got to the far left corner you saw a fog beginning to form into a space.  Your nerves took over and you shot at it. It moved faster than you thought, throwing itself at you.

You screamed when you hit the floor, head hitting a set of draws. Everything went out of focus, a face of an old lady was the first thing to become clear, before you could scream again she put her hand over your mouth.

The room went dark, when the lights in your mind came back on again you were in the same nightmare you always had but this time was different. Instead of Danny being there dead, it was Sam. This is what night hags did, they feed off your nightmares and here you were playing into its plan.

It took everything to pull out of the dream, there was the hag again now sat on your chest. Thankfully the gun was still in your grip, so you fired, praying the others would come.

You breathing went slack as she hit you with more power this time, now you were in the bunker. The lights red, your feet moved without being told .  You stopped in a hallway it looked the same as the others did but this one had Sam's lifeless body on the floor.  A sob overpowered you and knocked you down to your knees. You fell close enough at the blood that pooled around him wet you knees and hands.

You brought your hands to your face, even in the red lighting of the diner his blood was clear. It was just a dream, this is real. You repeated like a pray. The real Sam will save you soon, then everything will be okay.    

The lights suddenly came back on, the blood was even more frightening.  God you hoped this meant it was over, It had to end soon.

"Y/N! Wake up" a voice echoed through the empty halls.  You could hear more background noise too, more voices. You suddenly tired , everything was melting away.

When you next opened your eyes Sam was staring down at you, you were once again in his arms.  You let your head fall back with relief. "Oh thank God".

Sam smiled, "Did you doubt us?".

"No" you smiled, catching your breath. You looked around the room and saw Dean and Donna lent against one wall and a dead hag on the floor. "plan worked then".

"for the most part" Sam chuckled, "Apart from this" he pulled a strand of grey hair from your head. "Seems we were fast enough".

You felt the hair, you had read about people aging fast if the magic was strong enough but just a strand was weird. "I think I can pull it off". He only laughed and helped you stand,  "You guys on clean up?"

"Like you said once, 'I did the kill so you do the clean up'" dean clapped his hands together.

You pouted your lips, "But I did the research and have grey hair now! At my age too". No one seemed to buy it. You rolled eye your eyes." fine. Can someone at least help me get her in my boot".

-x-

You stood alone with Sam just outside Stillwater. After everything was done, you and Sam left to have sometime alone. The both of you were lining against your car. The moment was so peaceful it felt wrong to ruin it with words. But what you needed to say felt right.

"You always save me" You kept your voice low, as to keep the moment small. "Like with Djinn you were in that crazy dream and remembering you made me realize that none of it was real".  He reached for your hand and rubbed it in between his.  "Then with the hag. My fear was you dead, my new worst fear. I used to think it was a weakness but I was wrong".

He waited before speaking. "What am I then?", he sounded so afraid of what you might say.

"we are only a weakness if I let it be one and I don't anymore. I want to be with you, I want the messy, I want the hard because easy never last" you face him and smiled.  "We are far from perfect, but we are good".

"yeah. We are good" he smiled too and pulled you into his arms, you knew then that even with all the fear that this was where you belonged, in the arms of the man you love.          

[theplumsoldier]

ON THE LAM

Summary: the friendly relationship between a commander and a doctor

Pairing: yon-rogg x reader

Word count: 2819

Warnings: vulgar language.

“Now, Commander, do understand me correctly when I say I wish I hadn’t seen you this soon.” The words catching him off guard, immediately put a strained puerile smirk on his face, altering the worn out expression for the better. His head dipped back and he breathed out, the pain in his chest severe, same with the galloping headache tormenting his clear thinking. “Have you really missed me that much?”

“Must be fate,” said Yon-Rogg in reply, his words smooth in spite of the strain you sensed in his voice. It made you cast a brief, inspective glance across your shoulder, taking in the tremble of his body.

Then, your eyes dropped to the chart before you, scanning the list of injuries. Your lips made a smacking sound and Yon-Rogg’s eyes watched you curiously as you went about, collecting what you would need for the operation. “That—or perhaps you’re not as good at your job as you contend.”

“I get the job done,” he insisted, a hint of indignation to his tone. With a crease knitting together his brows, he accepted your approach and allowed you to tilt his head to the side, enabling yourself to hastily inspect the bruises roughening his face for infection.

Your eyes met his and you hummed, squinting your eyes, trying to read him, before returning to the examination. “Another time, I would appreciate it if you paid more attention to your health. That is unless you’re one of those people that are just in it for the scars,” you tipped his head to meet your eyes again and playfully smirked down at him, you hand holding him still by the jaw. “Are you in it for the scars, Yon-Rogg?”

Knowing, although you were deemed important and a master of your work as bearing the title of Starforce booty for any of the elite warriors, you enjoyed this. If even just it got the slightest bit of your insides tingling—he knew you liked the power.

Snorting, the commander sucked in a deep breath and exhaled when you let go, his head dropping in shame for he could not deny you too, made his stomach turn and those darn emotions. That was something he could never wrap his mind around. They were something he, his whole life had been convinced served as nothing but immense distraction and that was something he could not afford; not him, he did not deserve to settle, he did not deserve to be happy. Yet, here he was, sitting in the medical bay with his chest near bust open and heart fluttering for the doctor.

Weak.

Pathetic.

He struggled to find a degrading word that did not describe his situation. But alas, none came to mind and that was not due to his restricted vocabulary, for he was far from vague in words.

Turning back to see Yon-Rogg still was clad in his suit, your arms folded. Well aware he needed no help in ridding himself of his top uniform – and thank the Supremor for it was one designed to withstand more than the power of a pair of scissors – you carved him a grimace. “Well, what are you still doing dressed? I need your chest bare.”

It felt fun, you had to admit, commanding the Commander. While filling the exam table with tools, your eyes flickered to find him doing as told, his chest certainly bringing justice to the injury report. Eyes widened with surprise, you brought yourself to tear away your gawk and tugged on a glove.

Returning to the bed, you raised your hand to urge him to lay down, resting it by the clavicle as you pushed a button. As the bed straightened out and Yon-Rogg attempted to prevent his chest from heaving rapidly, you tapped the cylinder syringe and watched the small bubbles float from the plunger to the top of the barrel.

His eyes were focused on your own, adoring the ardent gleam in your orbs, all too distracted himself when you penetrated his skin with the needle. He barely noticed. How your brow furrowed in deep concentration and eyes squinted at the unimaginable pain this poor being must be in; the admiration was mutual, to the bone. How you knew Yon-Rogg found no time in his life to make room for personal pleasure, was all benignant, tragic and superbly chivalrous.

Yon-Rogg cleared his throat and ceased his trance, bringing his hand to halt your act of bringing over the hoverable tube, letting you know he wished to remain conscious throughout the process.

“No need.”

This was not the first time Yon-Rogg had insisted you left him compos mentis. Why you did not know and had spared no more than a quizzed gaze rather than an ask. You gave him a look, “Commander, I know you think you can handle whatever, but this will sting. A lot. Better let the anesthesia make you unconscious instead of the pain.”

Instead of speaking any further, he simply drew a line with his lips and leaned back down, his hand sliding away from your own, leaving only the idea of his touch in your mind.

Shaking your head, you drew in a sharp breath and brought closer the light, beginning to cleanse the wound. You had to praise the guts of the commander. Chest basically open and welcoming with solidified blood crusting at the sides and infective in sod and dirt. Under your steady handiwork, Yon-Rogg winced, his chest heaving at the shock of the cold metal of the tweezer.

He swallowed his breath and clenched his teeth, deciding to speak up to bring his mind elsewhere. “Are you still wasting your time with that ammunition specialist?”

Chuckling at his words, you did not bother looking up from his chest. ““Wasting” isn’t the word, but if you must know—yes.”

An unimpressed “hmpf” leaving his lips and you glanced up at him, briefly.

Carrying on with cleaning the wound and removing pieces of shrapnel, you were silent, focusing on hurting him as little as possible. However, your intellect was curious and after some time you decided to speak your mind. “What’s it to you, anyway?”

Finally, Yon-Rogg could feel the injected pain reliever course his veins, and instead of slapdashedly shrugging his shoulders, his eyebrows peaked instead and his head relaxed against the hard surface. “Nothing, really. Solely asking out of curiosity.”

“What do you know about love anyway, huh?” retorted you, truly wondering if he ever, in fact, had managed to feel even the slightest bit of home with another person.

You knew your words sounded more hostile than intended, however, you paid no mind and made of for it by lifting your eyebrow, glancing up through your eyelashes to him. He looked thoughtful as if he himself reminisced; had he ever loved someone? Truth be told, Yon-Rogg was in doubt. His deceased brother had at one point in his life been the source to every pinch of happiness. It had never been much, but it had been and since losing him to the war, the commander had sealed himself as unworthy of joy. If he could not keep his own brother safe, how could he count on keeping himself not to mention a loved one guarded?

He could not bring that sort of mishaps upon another.

“Not much,” concluded Yon-Rogg as a reply, truthfully as he wondered if he would ever get the chance. Even his behavior in the field had become reckless as if he simply lacked care. “Although last we chanced to meet he seemed proprietorial of you. I thought you uncomfortable.”

You blinked, austerity increasing and you pressed down harder on his chest. The tweezer in your hand began to shake, something so seldom when operating; something you could not afford when handling lives daily. 

As he found your expression dropping, working halting and hoped he had not come off presumptuous. Contemplating for no more than a split-second, he sighed, understanding he had.

Admittedly, he had overstepped a boundary. “I’m sorry.”

“Yes,” you with him, voice unwavering with an unfriendly undertone and moved on to sterilize the wound once again, making sure to get all foreign out. He should know better.

Perhaps his word only riled you up because they initiated inappropriate thoughts. He made you indecisive and uncertain. Speculation was where they should not and he had no being nosy, especially not in such delicate matters.

Your relationship with Daa-En was infallibly peculiar. There were ups and downs—like in any relationship and although the habitual way of ends was not necessarily to be considered healthy, it was what it is. You could not imagine yourself with any other man nor woman, Daa-En had ensured that. A certain inexorable love, if you will.

With confined control, you felt you at least should be allowed to paint the image of you in the minds of the world and by the pondering look of Yon-Rogg, you thought him to presently take that from you, urging you to speak up.

“Yon-Rogg, where were you last deployed?”

“The outskirts of the Large Magellanic Cloud.” Once again, he turned to look at you, worry immediately overcoming him. His lips parted and amber eyes glazing with thought, fret. Dare he ask? “Why?”

“Well, this—” started you with a pitch in your tone as you carved him a look. Not until he felt where you traced your finger delicately, he felt his mouth run dry. Fuck. “This gash does appear fresh but by the exterior layer, I would have thought it to be at least 48 hours old. Like this, I can’t tell how deep it is, if—if there's any lesion. This is not even the chart.”

“It should be no deeper than—” he was interrupted by you roaming around the surface, wincing at the stinging sensation it brought him to the spine. “Three-to-four centimeter. They must have acquired new technology.”

A bewildered, perplexed expression altering your face, you leaned back with a frown. The possibility surely was evident although in your chary head the actualities did not seem plausible. With the widespread and thorough time invested in alien technology due to recent encounters, the Empire would have known.

Though, supposedly Yon-Rogg would be one to know – being where the fight is and all – while he was the one injured. Albeit the Kree could find it reasonable to withhold such information from the first in command of its most elite team of warriors, finding that the concurrent stance on him was debatable as a consequence of the recent mutiny throughout the region. Like any other Hala inhabitant, you knew of the insubordination as well as his failures, still; you had found it in you to think no more of it as strings had been pulled. Though, coming to think of it, he probably would have his own strings to disentangle. Also, your plate was more than full and to be fair, Yon-Rogg was nothing but a frequent patient of yours—that and a noble man whom you just so happened to fantasize of when in one of those moments.

In a trice, you were on your feet and pulling off the gloves and mask, you went to the computer. The sudden change of behavior made Yon-Rogg all the more nervous.

“Say, you have not been,” quizzed you, thinking considering an appropriate analogy to the moment. Should he entrust you with any information linking to that of which played in your head, you would prefer not to have to bring him under arrest. Albeit extrajudicial. Shrugging, your hands dropped to your side. “Well, have you been where you should not, have you?”

“Just Vormir—”

“Because you know I would be bound to arrest you if I knew you had. And I have to do a report on this, you know that, right?”

An unidentifiable glimpse touched those amber eyes and he even attempted to sit up, already content on an escape route, nevertheless both sense and insensibility kept him tied down. A guttural groan escaped his mouth and his eyes shut tightly, his hands coming to hover the wound. You hastily ran to his side, removing his hand.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted, nonplussed. “There–there’s something in there.”

Still holding on your hand, he squeezed it instinctively as his upper body bucked upwards, gasping for air as the pain intensified. The veins in his neck became prominent as he forced the back of his head deep into the rough surface, his teeth grit.

“Keep still!” instructed you and glared harshly his direction and you reached for the tube, deciding it best for him to be put—

“No—no!” Acerbity took you by surprise and his bloody hand reached out to you, preventing you from putting on him. He could not be this stubborn. “Leave it, just—please get it out of me! I can keep still!”

“No, you can’t!”

Then the comm extension on the wall rang, attracting your attention for a moment. Too many distractions; you wondered who it might be, seeing as you were usually never disturbed when on work. When you looked back to Yon-Rogg he was removing the belt from his suit and began to fold it. “Five centimeters at most. It’s been there for three days—”

“Three days?!”

“Y/N!” yelled he and how his hand clenched around the bed could be heard, for he managed to bend the steel in the process, biting down on the belt. “Goddamnit, please!”

Mind running and wanting really nothing but for the day to end, you ignored the agitating ringing in the background and slipped on a new pair of gloves, hurrying with what heed you had in surplus. Hesitantly, you dug in and located whatever hid. The tweezers were not long enough and cursing under your breath, you marched to search for another lengthier pair and found the time to press a button connected to the communication link and hurried back to the commander.

“Fuck,” mumbled you, holding your hand around the wound, pressing down as you carefully slid the tweezers in, grasping the small object as a voice sounded over the speaker.

“This is Chief General Jaa-Mi of Ronan the Accuser’s private investigation division. I’m under obligation to bring Starforce Commander Yon-Rogg to the reserve.”

Taken aback, your eyes fluttered to Yon-Rogg’s, actions abruptly ceasing. Sweat sprinkled on his forehead, hard, a deep frown creasing his face and the belt escaped his grip. Body trembling, he felt near numb and whispered your name, sounding ever so calm in his hoarse voice. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked down to where his hand tugged down on your own, encouraging you to continue and you did, concentrating on Yon-Rogg rather than the Chief General.

“What kind of mess are you in?” murmured you in distress, attempting to get hold of the tiny object which was just about impossible to grasp without a radiograph or better equipment for the situation. Steady hands would doubtlessly help too, not used to the pressure of a conscious patient. Most preferred being comatose, understandably and just now with the stern voice making up for background noise, you came to apprehend why he insisted on pain. Perhaps he was no masochist after all.

At last, a nearly microscopic, fried chip clattered in the silver tray, blue staining it. You then breathed out, all racket seemingly quieting down and you made the mistake of making eye contact with Yon-Rogg. You seemed to be more exhausted than himself.

The ringing sounded again and this time you went to the computer and watched as a hologram hovered in the air, taking in the appearance of the Chief General Jaa-Mi.

“Y/N I assume?”

“Yes,” spoke you, calm as possible after catching your breath. “Apologies, I was cleaning—you mentioned the Commander?”

“Yes, I was informed that Commander Yon-Rogg entered your clinic an hour ago. I will need you to hand him over. It’s a matter of national security.”

“Huh,” you hummed, a train of thoughts creating an incredible headache, unsure what to make of the situation.

National security.

Shifting weight you tugged a stray strand of hair behind your ear and straightened your back, chin up. Catching the movements of Yon-Rogg from the corner of your eye was what made you speak up, covering up the gasp exiting your lips when you noticed the gash still spurted blood with each heave of his chest.

“I’m afraid I can’t help you there. He left as soon as I had him patched up, not that long ago. Said something about yet another mission.”

“The Empire thanks you for your succor.” A nod was visible over the hologram and it flashed. The blue frame vanished and you exhaled, supporting yourself on the laboratory countertop and turned to look at Yon-Rogg.

You shook your head, “what have you done, Yon-Rogg?”

[kpopimaginee]

Forced Relationship ●PART 1●

❓💬 NCT Taeyong x female reader

❔💬 PART 1: no warnings ✕

╰─➤

Your group's company and SM Entertainment wanted to do an experiment. As relationships between kpop idols are prohibited in Korea, they wanted to see how people will react to such a scandal between a Korean idol and foreign artist.

We didn't have much to say as they would fire us for opposing and they would destroy our carriers. But I thought it would be harder for Taeyong to return to his normal life, so I cared more about him than myself. How it all started?

With a phone call...

Your manager: Y/N, we need to talk. How about meeting in a cafeteria next to our company?

It was our daily routine to meet each other to discuss some things for my schedule and performance. It was always me alone or the whole group. But when we need to discuss something face to face, I meet my manager alone. This time something was rushed, I could feel something was off:

Y/N: Okay, what time?

Your manager: Maybe like... in 20 minutes?

Y/N: What?! I will not get ready that fast!

Your manager: Please try to be as soon as possible. It's really important.

Y/N: Okay, I will try my best to be in 20-30 minutes. Bye.

Your manager: I will wait for you, see you later.

You couldn't wear anything else than your home clothes because you basically had no time at all as your company was 15 minutes away from your group's apartment when driving. You wanted to tell your friends about the meeting, but you were alone, no one was home. You did a ponytail on your hair, put your sunglasses on, took your backpack and sat in your car.

You were just in time for the meeting. You walked in the cafeteria and saw your manager waving to you at one of the tables.

"One cappuccino and latte macchiato, please"- my manager said to the waitress.

I sat on the comfortable chair exhaling, preparing for the news and asked my manager:

Y/N: Why do you wanted to see me? Is it about our performance in New York? - I asked having hope that maybe it isn't that serious as I think.

Manager: It is certainly not. It's quite a serious thing...

All my thoughts suddenly froze. We stopped speaking for like ten seconds. I couldn't speak at all as I was really afraid. My manager sighed leaning arms on a small table:

Manager: You see... We made a contract with a really popular Korean company...

Y/N: Oooh... Isn't that great?!! That's fantastic!!

Manager: Not that kind of contract...

Y/N: Wait, about what contract we are talking about?

Manager: You seeee... It's a dating contract.

Y/N: A dating contract???... Between who??!!

Manager: Between you

Y/N: Between ME????!!! What are you talking about, what nonsense, I never had a boyfriend!!

Manager: Now you have.

Y/N: That's... That's... Oh my God!...

Manager: I'm sorry Y/N, it wasn't my idea, I just needed to tell you this...

"2 coffees there you go, I hope you will like it!" - the waitress interrupted.

Manager: Thank you!

I was so shocked; my mouth was open and my eyes were wandering through the whole cafeteria.

Y/N: What I will do now??!! Who even is this guy??

Manager: He is...

Y/N: Oh thank God he is a male. I mean I don't have anything personal with the people with different sexuality but you know carrying the weight of having a relationship that has different sexuality then mine would be kind of hard, I think about having to cle-

Manager: He is a kpop idol, that is Korean Pop! He is a leader of a group called NCT.

Y/N: NCT is shortened frommm-...?

Manager: It is- "Neo Culture Technology"

Y/N: unbelievable...

Y/N: fantastic

Y/N spectacular!!

Y/N: AND WHAT FRICKIN' NOW?

The manager took a sip of his coffee;

Manager: And now you need to pretend that you were with him for a half of the year already...

Y/N: You want me to lie???!!

Manager: Aha ha!- The company wants you to lie.

Y/N: Aren't you working with them??

Manager: Aren't YOU working with them too???

Y/N: ...

Manager: Just calm down, I will help you with everything.

Y/N: Calm down??... CALM DOWN??? I will need to lie that I'm with someone in a relationship and I need to CALM DOWN???!

Manager: Listen- you know I want the best for you? You know I care for you and I would jump in the fire for you- he whispered - but it's not my idea, it's not my company and I don't invent the orders. I get them and I can't change them, I would if I could but I can't!!

Y/N: Okay, I understand... I'm sorry, I just don't know what to think about it...

Manager: I wouldn't know what to do in your place too...

The silence takes over our table for a few seconds.

Manager: I will help you, you know you can trust me, I will not let him hurt you!

I take a sip of my coffee thinking who the guy that I will be in a relationship is.

Y/N: What is his name?

Manager: Taeyong.

Y/N: Taeyong??...

Y/N: Sounds so...

Manager: Korean?

Y/N: NO! - Yes! - I mean...

Y/N: Sounds so fancy or something...

We both took a sip of our coffees.

Manager: About the fancy thing!

Manager: We will set a date for your group to travel to Korea. You guys will be having a few performances, some interviews and a time for you and Taeyong to know each other better. And I will find someone to teach you and girls a Korean etiquette... And Korean language lessons are important too.

Y/N: For how long we will be in Korea??

Manager: At least 6 months.

Y/N: 6 MONTHS!!?

Manager: is it too short?

Y/N: Too short??? That's quite a long time there!

Manager: That's all for today! I will message you later! I will also inform your friends' managers about today's conversation too.

Y/N: That's all??? What do you mean you will infor-

Manager: Waitress! To this table, please!

The manager paid for our coffees and handed a tip to the waitress.

Manager: Thank you for those delicious coffees! Again- have a good day!

I followed my manager who didn't wait for me, knowing that I will follow him.

Y/N: Wai- wait for me!!

I rushed to him, quickly pushing the door.

Y/N: Maybe don't tell girls about it yet?? I'm shocked by this thing and how they will handle those news! They will constantly talk about it and they will make me worry.

Manager: I need to do it! The faster the better...

My manager got into his car and rolled his window:

Manager: I'm so sorry for having to leave so quickly but I have a few appointments here and there. I really need to go! Travel to home safely!

He drove off.

Standing for a few seconds alone, thinking about what happened a few minutes ago, I decided to drive to my apartment and check out how my future boyfriend looks like.

The end of part 1

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For example, two families find out that their senior loved ones need surgery and will have to use a wheelchair for a few months. The one who lacks a care plan might have to scramble to figure out the financial cost, transportation, and other necessary medical care. The other family who does have a plan may have anticipated the possibility of the surgery based on their loved ones’ current health and has been able to prepare thanks to the care plan and greater coordination with their doctors, caregivers, and financial advisers. The elder, whose family had a plan in place, can receive better care thanks to that plan.

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