You knew your ship was doomed. You were the only one left alive, though as far as you could tell, there was only one of those /things/ left, too. You wanted to set a course to crash into the planet then use one of the escape pods to get to safety.
But that was before one of those leaping fuckers found you.
Your ship had been on expedition to explore some hitherto undiscovered locations. There were rumors that there was xenomoph activity in this area, which had you and the other scientists all excited. You’d heard about them, but you’d never had the chance to observe them. The plan was if you found them to watch from afar and remain as hands off as possible.
You never counted on how diligent they could be, or how gah damned smart they were. For alien creatures who’s only drive seemed to be to breed and kill, they exhibited almost human levels of intelligence. They ambushed your crew, sticking them to the walls to allow facehuggers to inject eggs into them to make more. You’d never seen it happen in person. You’d seen them dissected, seen pictures of their probing ovipositors, but watching it happen in person had been the most horrifically fascinating moment of your life.
The soldiers that had accompanied the expedition had done an excellent job of isolating and eliminating most of the aliens, burning the eggs you had recovered from a stranded ship and blowing said ship into stardust.
But one had escaped.
If they were smart, this one was a savant. It had not only figured out how to work doors, but also to let its victims scream to lure more along. You observed it (no..him) several times, noticing that the elongated cranium that was usually smooth and round had begun to flatten out, black carapace forming a hard hood more often observed in queens. But you understood what was happening: he was adapting to his environment, taking on a needed role. You’d only heard of alpha xenomorphs as a theory, a sort of last ditch effort that some of their amalgamated biologies allowed. Some theorized is was the human members of their species, allowing for remarkable adaptability both environmentally and biologically.
The soldiers had set another trap, and the alpha had just set it off as a lure to kill several of them. A few of the remaining soldiers had tried to attack him then, only to end up cut off and killed on by one.
You had a close encounter with him, and you thought it would have been the end of you. If only that had been so…He cornered you and your team, slaughtering two of them. When he raised a clawed hand at you, he hesitated. A low growl came from him, and his lizard like lips relaxed over his dripping teeth. He growled and sniffled, butting his muzzle against you. You thought for sure you were dead…instead he pressed his head against you, rubbing at you almost like a cat would.
He ran off when the few remaining soldiers tried to attack him. Your heart was pounding and you could barely breathe. They asked if you were alright, and you suddenly realized you were the only one of that group left.
Things seemed to go downhill from there. You always had the sense that he was following you, hearing his claws on the gratings around you, seeing his long tail whip around corners. The last of the soldiers and crew began to dwindle, getting picked off in the mad attempts to get back to the ship’s bridge. By the time there was a clear path, you were the only one left.
That was when it found you. It looked like a chestburster, only larger with longer legs and tail. You ran, keeping an arm up level with your head and neck. But this one wasn’t concerned with your mouth. It flung itself at you and landed on your lower back, its tail clamping around your waist. Its legs gripped your buttocks and thighs, and you felt two sharp points ripping at your jumpsuit. You felt the tapered end of the ovipositor probing you, searching. You tried to pull it off, but its grip was iron. You slammed backward into walls, but its back was covered in a hard shell like the aliens themselves. It shifted itself between your thighs, the same shell forcing your legs apart.
It found your warm hole and thrust in. You screamed and frantically grabbed for it, but it was pressed up against you so tightly, you couldn’t even wiggle a finger between it and you. You screamed again, feeling it thrust upward into you. It reached impossibly deep, and you felt your stomach pushing outward with its movements.
Then you felt it. A lump against your hole. You threw yourself on the ground and tried to make it stop, but you were powerless to stall the inevitable. You felt the large sacs on the thing convulsing and sending ripples down its ovipositor. Your belly felt hot suddenly, and you gasped, clutching at it. Your hole was wet with some sort of alien goo it filled you with. Every lump was more goo, and the feeling of heat spread through you.
Another bump pressed to your hole, this one large and solid. You screamed no over and over, trying to thrash free of this thing attached to you in a death grip. Your hole stretched wider and wider to the point where you swore you would rip in two. Convulsing on the ground, you sobbed in mixed pleasure and pain, gasping when the hard thing passed into your body. You felt every inch it moves, and look down to see it pushing your belly outward.
Everything from there was fuzzy. The thing pumped more goo into you until your belly looked like you’d had a meal that was far too large. You crawled down the corridor, tears streaming down your face as you realized there was no salvation for you, not now. You only had one option left: crash the ship to destroy everything on board. You felt your stomach surge and convulse, churning and growing steadily heavier. By the time you reached the bridge, you looked like you were pregnant, your belly almost brushing the floor.
It took the last of your strength to pull yourself up to the navigation computer. Even as you key in the commands, overriding the ship’s safety protocols for a steep descent, you feel something happening inside you. You sob, knowing this must be the moment they punch through you and rip free…
But they don’t.
You see them moving inside you, writhing and slithering like snakes. Your belly is so full and heavy it’s all you can do to stay upright. You fumble your ID code, blinking back tears as you put it in for the fourth time. The computer finally accepts your trajectory, and you let yourself fall on the floor.
As you scream and hold your belly, you’re aware of not being alone. You know the sound of hard claws on the metal of the ship, scrabbling as the creature moves closer. He shrieks, though you don’t know why. You don’t really care either. You would have loved to study him, learn why he grew so large and why his head grew as it did. He looked like a king somehow.
All thoughts of that leave you as your stomach convulses. The movement in you shifts, and you scream as you feel the writhing mass move lower. You lay on your back, legs spread. Screaming and panting, you press your back to the floor and push with all your might. You feel your hole bulge and stretch, something smooth and wiggling pressing against it. You push and scream, feeling a long thing slither out of you. Before you can even see what it is, the pressure builds again. You push, screaming as two more press out of you side by side.
It feels like eternity as you lay there, panting and pushing, countless things slithering out of your hole. You finally see them as a couple of them climb across you. They’re neonate xenomorphs, their soft skin still fleshy and covered in the greenish goo the strange facehugger forced into you. Most of them scatter when the alpha pads toward you. He growls and lays over you, his smooth body cool against your flushed skin.
All around you, sirens are going off, the ship’s warning systems kicking on. It’s placidly screaming the descent is wrong, it’s too fast, too steep. You hope the ship burns up in atmosphere. The last thing you remember is heat, the ship’s life support falling to critical levels as the white hot burn of planetary entry seared the plating off the hull.
You never expected to wake up. Blinking blearily, you looked around, wondering where you were. Pieces of the wrecked ship surrounded you, and you could see huge trees between them.
Somehow, you survived the crash.
You can’t move, looking up to see your arms have been carefully secured in glossy black resin. The same kind the xenos restrain their chest burster victims in. You try to move, but you’re dangling about 10 feet off the ground and are powerless to so much as twist. You look down at yourself and see your belly is still slightly distended. You don’t feel the writhing weight inside you anymore, but it still feels..wrong.
Below, you see several small xenos run back and forth, one of them looking up at you and screeching. The trees shudder, and the alpha appears. He’s grown even larger, almost 9 feet tall now. He easily climbs up to you, the long fingers of one hand forcing your mouth open. His lips curl back and his huge teeth part, and you see his secondary mouth shoot forward. You scream and writhe as he forces it into your mouth and angles to shove it down your throat. He growls and his torso jerks, and you feel something sliding down your throat. He’s..feeding you?
This becomes a regular routine, him returning from the forest and pushing his secondary mouth into yours to share his hunts with you. You beg him to stop, to let you go or let you die, but he just growls and rubs his smooth head against you.
You’ve lost track of time. Your body is changing, you can feel it. Slowly, day by day, your belly is growing again, though much more than before. The alpha begins to nose and prod along your body, often trying your hole with the smooth swell of his nose. You realize your hole has become softer and larger, and each day it feels like he can slide his muzzle further against you.
You start to notice him changing, too. The carapace between his hind legs seems to have softened, swelling outward slowly, growing. You realize somehow, he’s grown a penis. As far as you know, that’s completely unheardof. Yet there it is, dangling between his legs.
He climbed up to where you were hanging, taking you in his hands. He growled and settled his head over your shoulder as his body bowed. His hips work their way between your legs, and you feel the head of his newly grown cock spread your hole. You can’t resist, you can barely cry out when he thrusts into you. There’s no pleasure to it, not tenderness or love. He thrusts roughly, pushing deep into you. You feel your body react, everything in you suddenly alive with sensation. You cry out and thrash, then scream in pleasure as he cums inside you. Your already distended belly grows larger as he pumps you full.
Time passes. Your belly grows until it’s hanging between your legs. The alpha and the smaller xenos you birthed on the ship connect your growing belly to the broken ship with more resin, taking the burden of weight bearing off of you. You’re grateful to them. The alpha fucks you almost daily, further distending your belly.
Little by little, black patches appear on your skin. Hardened plates cover your arms and legs, then your chest above the swell of your belly. From your ribs downward, you are nothing but belly, your legs dangling comically on either side. Your hole continues to stretch, and though you can’t see it, you’re fairly certain it’s moved.
The skin over your belly becomes thinner. Inside, you can barely see the movement of large objects, shuffling around within you. Your spine has grown its own cage-like carapace which wraps around your ribs and hips. It’s only then you realize the flesh of your back and ass have changed, stretching backward. Your hole has begun to shift downward, dangling just off the ground from your massive belly.
No…not belly…Egg sac.
The hard cage along your spine helps support the ever growing sac. The alpha and smaller xenos dutifully tend to you as you begin to understand your new place. They didn’t have time for a queen to be born and grow..they had to make do. Your belly ripples, the translucent skin shifting and pushing, moving the hundreds..no, thousands of eggs through you. The small xenos have brought back living creatures and restrained them to the walls of the ship and the surrounding trees. Day by day, the skyline gives way to a lattice work of resin construction. They build a sanctuary for you.
The alpha rarely leaves you now, staying always at your side, climbing around you and tending to your every need. He caresses your egg sac, soothing the discomfort of the eggs moving inside you, easing your burden.
You feel your egg sac convulse and cry out. Your voice sounds like their’s now, a shrieking growl that echos in your chambers. The alpha is beside you at once, rubbing his crested head against you. The convulsing contractions travel all the way down your belly, and you feel your hole begin to bulge. Slice and goo pour from you, sending the small xenos scurrying to your hole. You feel the birthing tube of your hole stretch and elongate until it almost touches the ground. The bulge of an egg moves through it, and you groan at the tight pucker you feel before you stretch around it, easing it to the floor.
Another egg soon follows, then another. You find yourself in a haze, trapped in a feeling of pleasurable pain as egg after egg travels through your birth canal to be deposited on the ground.
The smaller xenos collect the eggs and move them, setting them in front of their captives. The creatures writhe and scream, exactly the wrong thing to do. The eggs blossom open, and facehuggers wriggle their way free. They leap and plant themselves over the screaming mouths, muffling them as their ovipositors force deep into their throats.
Some time later, you coo as you watch your children burst from their incubators and wriggle onto the ground. Your children, your second brood. They skitter around you, finding places to shelter their small, soft bodies until they grow. The alpha purrs at you and rubs himself along your belly. You want him to seed you again, and he obliges, thrusting into your hole even as you try to push out more eggs.
Your new life as their queen will be full of pleasure and offspring. You will make a new home of this world, together with him and your children. Your species will thrive. Even as hard plates cover your face, and the soft skin of your cheeks falls away to expose your huge, gleaming teeth, you feel every inch a queen. Your crest soon grows from what was once a rounded skull, just like his did.
Every day you lay more eggs, and every day your children burst free. This world is yours, your realm, your home, your kingdom.
(A/N: F i n a l l y finished it, omg ^_^ And yes, there will be a part 2 to this one, there’s still more of the story left ^_^ Inspired by the drama ‘Descendants of the Sun’, but you don’t have to have watched it to understand ^_^ ((Also this continues where the ‘Doctor Kim’ scenario left off! Please leave me feedback guys, I really want to know what you think! ^_^)
Urk = Fictional country ^_^
You sat at your computer, fingers breezing over the keys as you typed up some patient reports, when Seokjin poked his head through your doorway, followed by his girlfriend, a questioning look apparent on his face. Spinning around in your chair, you looked at him expectantly, a small smile on your face.
“Can I help you, Jin?” You asked, raising one eyebrow in a perfect arch, professional smile still etched onto your lips as you observed his expression.
“A man is asking if a teenage boy was admitted to the hospital today?” Jin finally spoke up, his broad shoulder leaned against the doorway, and you sighed, setting down your work, pushing a few strands of your hair out of your face.
“You might need to be more specific, Jin, do you know how many patients we get a day?” You tutted at him, rolling your eyes, and yet attempting to suppress a laugh at his dumbfounded expression, his girlfriend muffling her laughter, winking as she made eye contact with you.
Clearing your throat, still attempting to suppress the laughter bubbling up through your chest, you glared at Seokjin expectantly, and he threw his arms up in slight annoyance, only causing his girlfriend to giggle even more.
“All he said was, ‘Has a teenage boy, about this tall, injured, been admitted to this hospital today?’” Seokjin shrugged, unsure what to do about the situation.
“Jin,” you sighed, massaging your forehead in frustration. “I mean, I can try my best with the limited information you’ve given me, but there’s no promises.” You were about to turn back to your work, and yet realisation hit you, and you remained fixated in position, staring at Jin once again. “Who’s asking anyways?”
Seokjin simply shrugged once again, exchanging glances with his girlfriend, before the two of them stared at you expectantly, their eyebrows raised.
“Okay, okay, I’m on it, geez,” you muttered, pushing your paperwork aside and striding towards the door, snaking past Jin, but not before mumbling, “It’s scary how in sync the two of you are,” only causing them to shake their heads with a smile before following close behind you into the hospital reception. You nodded at the bustling receptionists answering calls as they gave you a small smile and wave, and you stopped in the centre. Your arms were crossed, your foot tapping expectantly as you glanced around, only to notice a blonde-haired man scrolling on his phone nonchalantly, his frame leaned against the wall, hood up over his head.
“That’s the guy,” Jin said from beside you, pointing at the very man you had been glancing at. You narrowed your eyes, your suspicions immediately rising, and your mind began racing, assuming all sorts of worst case scenarios. You mentally berated yourself, resuming your professional attitude and walking towards the man, who looked up from his phone, a lazy smile settling on his face.
“Hello, I heard you were looking for… a teenage boy who was admitted to the hospital today? As my co-worker told me,” you inquired, glancing over at Seokjin once again. “Who are you looking for specifically?” You crossed your arms, tilting your head to the side in a curious expression, and the man straightened up, pulling down his hood and running his hair through his blonde locks, a lazy smile settling on his face.
“Yeah,” the man finally spoke, his eyes gazing back at yours with a strangely curious expression, and you found yourself wondering just who this man was. He pushed himself up off the wall, self-consciously straightening up his hooded jumper under your watchful gaze, before saying, “As strange as this is going to sound, that kid stole my phone, and I’m going to need it back. Like now.”
Your eyebrows shot up in immediate suspicion, and you narrowed your eyes at the man, your senses once again on high alert. “I could’ve sworn I saw you on your phone just earlier, Mr…?” You asked, exhaling in frustration as you realised you still had patients to tend to, paperwork to sign, and an endless list of tasks you had yet to complete.
“Yoongi, call me Yoongi, and this is my work phone, he stole my personal one,” the blonde head responded, and as he looked down at his watch - Rolex, you noted - he seemed to grow more impatient by the minute.
You stared at Yoongi in disbelief, throwing your hands in defeat, and beckoning to him to follow you. You strutted off quickly, the sound of your heels resonating through the room, and Yoongi followed behind in slight amusement, his head tilting to the side as he admired how your hair bounced on your shoulders, your head held high in a professional manner, your white coat swaying as you walked.
Pushing through a set of doors, you led Yoongi through a number of patient rooms, your pace quick, but his nonchalant and more of a leisurely stroll, causing you to grow more frustrated by how he peered into different rooms at his own pace. You didn’t have time for this. You had work to get to. And yet this strange man was strolling through, shooting you curious glances every now and then.
You spun around suddenly, expecting to take him by surprise, but he stood his ground, his expression simply amused more than anything.
“Were you trying to seem intimidating, Miss… (Y/N)?” He read off your name badge, a small smirk gracing his lips. “That won’t work on me, I’m used to… surprise attacks you could say.” He chuckled as you huffed, clearing your throat, and yet his words hung in the back of your head. Surprise attacks? Who was this man? Your suspicions from earlier began to rise again, and you glared at him, asking, “Would you be able to identify the boy? Seeing as you provided me with such limited information…”
“If I saw him, yeah,” he responded, still glancing around the building, and you massaged your forehead in frustration once again, willing yourself to stay patient. You beckoned to him once again, and pushed open yet another set of doors, leading him into a room with various young patients lying in bed, some conversing across curtains, others scrolling on their phones. Yoongi’s curiosity piqued as some of the teenagers waved at you, and you responded with a warm smile and a small wave.
“You’re supposed to be identifying the boy for me?” You reminded him, and he snapped out of his trance, peering down the room, before recognising one of the teenagers lying in bed.
“That one,” he pointed, and you sighed in relief, hoping to finally finish up with the matter, the two of you walking over to the bed the boy was currently lying in.
“Hello,” you stopped by the bed, addressing the boy who saw Yoongi standing just behind you, his gaze suddenly becoming ashamed as his eyes darted around. “This man tells me you have something of his?” You slowly turned back to glance at Yoongi, your own curiosity and suspicions rising as you noticed the boy’s ashamed gaze.
“I mean…” the boy mumbled, clutching the sheets in his fists as he looked down. “I might’ve…”
Yoongi scoffed, clearly annoyed by his attitude. “He didn’t seem shy when he stole my phone, hm?”
“Okay, okay!” The teenager finally blurted out, after something started ringing and vibrating vigorously in his pocket, Yoongi nodding at you in triumph as he held his other phone in his hand. The kid fished the phone out of his pocket, and the screen flashed with a caller ID, “Min Genius”. You noticed, and you slowly turned around to completely face Yoongi, your arms crossing over your chest.
“Yoongi, step outside for a minute with me please,” you commanded, and the man threw his hands up in surrender, amused smile still etched onto his lips.
The two of you walked outside into the empty hallway, and you glared him down, Yoongi watching your expression curiously.
“Still trying to act intimidatin-” He started, but you cut him off.
“Who are you exactly? Things aren’t adding up here, that boy came in awfully bruised and injured… did you hurt this boy? Are you part of a gang or something? Is that why you have such a ridiculous caller ID, as a code name of some sort? Answer me!” You fired questions at him, and Yoongi held his fist to his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter at the accusations.
“You, you think I’m a gang member? You are so far off right now, you don’t even know,” he finally burst out laughing, and you simply glared him down furiously, your cheeks dusted a deep pink colour at his laughter.
“Tell me, what it is you do then?” You huffed, attempting to regain some of your dignity.
“I’m an army general,” he responded, amused expression never leaving his face, and you stared at his in disbelief, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. You looked him up and down, from his ripped jeans to his ruffled hoodie, and you shook your head in disbelief.
“Yeah, right, you’re funny,” you laughed sarcastically, and the man simply shook his head at you, brushing his fringe out of his eyes.
“I wasn’t kidding you know,” he finally retaliated, and you stopped, your eyes still wide with disbelief.
“WelI, I…” you stuttered. “You know what, we actually have an army doctor who works at this hospital sometimes, she’ll tell me if you’re telling the truth.” You huffed, storming off to your office, where you knew you’d find Jungyeon, likely looking over her tasks for the day.
Pushing the door open, Yoongi standing behind you with a smug expression, you called out, “Hey, Jungyeon? This man claims he’s an army general, you would know right? Is he part of your… unit, or anything?”
Jungyeon peered up from her work, a flash of recognition darting across her face before her lips curled up into a wry smile, a mischievous glint apparent in her eyes. She adjusted her cap, smoothing down her uniform, before lying, “No, I’ve never seen him before in my life, I think he’s lying to you.” She tutted at you, trying to keep herself composed at Yoongi’s slackened jaw, a slightly angry glint in his eyes, and you spun on your heel, staring at Yoongi triumphantly.
“You see, I knew it,” You held your head up high, proud of yourself, and yet you had no idea how wrong you were. Yoongi could only stare at you, his eyes darting from Jungyeon to you, and back again, grumbling under his breath as you ordered him out, mentally swearing an oath to himself that he’d prove it to you, next time he visited the hospital.
“Remember that I’m your superior, Jungyeon,” he called out before he left, and Jungyeon straightened up, tittering nervously in realisation.
“Sorry,” she mouthed back, and yet her lips curled up into a smug smirk once again, Yoongi frowning as you escorted him out of the building, the triumphant expression never leaving your face and you strided along confidently.
“Bye,” you called out in a slightly proud tone, pushing your hair behind your shoulder as you watched him walk off.
“Shame”, you thought. “He was handsome”, you chuckled under your breath, walking back into the hospital building to resume your work.
Days passed, and you found your mind often drifting off to the strange man you had met, recalling the way his lips curled up when he was amused at your frustration, the way his gums were exposed when he smiled - rather cutely, you found yourself noting - and you sighed, mentally berating yourself for being so easily distracted. You went about your day as normal, tending to patients in the recovery rooms, assisting in surgeries, completing the piles of paperwork that never seemed to end. You watched as Seokjin came back and forth with his girlfriend, as she leaned into his side, Jin looking down at her with the most loving expression. You felt a small pang of jealousy, but you shook it off, trying to focus your attention back on your work.
You were conversing with Seokjin and Jungyeon - dressed in her solider uniform as always - in the reception one day, leaning your elbows on the desk as you smiled at your co-workers as they walked by, when he walked in.
Yoongi strode into the reception of the hospital, a new air of confidence surrounding him, and this time he wasn’t dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans. Your eyes trailed up and down his figure, unable to help but admire how his uniform fit on his body, his badge dotted with three distinct stars, glistening under the artificial light of the room. His cap sat neatly on his head, his fringe visible beneath, and the smug smile on his lips ever present. You couldn’t help but stare, Jungyeon physically straightening up beside you, her once playful expression quickly straightening up as she saluted to him.
“What is going on?” You mumbled in awe, your mouth ever so slightly open as he approached you, a look in his eyes saying I told you so.
“Jungyeon,” he nodded, allowing her to finally drop her salute, and she looked away slightly ashamed. You noticed how her demeanor had suddenly changed in his presence and your eyes darted from her to him in a mixture of confusion, shock and awe.
“So, so, you’re telling me that you’re actually an army general? In the actual army? Like you lead a unit?” You stuttered, professional attitude long gone as you could only gape at him. You suddenly felt ashamed for judging him so harshly, even though it was out of concern for your patients. You took pride in your job, and you did care about your patients, no matter how stern you came off to outsiders. And yet this man was the first to make you feel shameful for acting in such a way, although you were yet to understand why.
“I’m sorry,” you sighed, your attention now fully focused on him. “I’m not the type who’s afraid to admit when she’s wrong, so I’m sorry.”
Yoongi nodded at you triumphantly, his once smug smirk curling into a warm smile, and he chuckled, a strangely nice sound when it wasn’t mocking.
“Now we’ve gotten that out of the way, maybe we should actually introduce ourselves properly.” He grinned, that gummy smile that was so strangely charming, and continued, “I’m General Min Yoongi, but you can call me Yoongi, I hate formalities where it’s not needed.”
“I… well, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), as you probably noticed from my name badge… I work at this hospital as a doctor… damn it, you knew that…” You stuttered again, suddenly forgetting how to compose yourself in the presence of Yoongi. He could only smile, finding the sight incredibly endearing, a warm feeling spreading through his chest.
Your co-workers, bustling by, pretended to be focused on their work, and yet they muffled their laughs, gossiping amongst themselves, amused by the fact that the ever professional (Y/N) had forgotten how to even articulate her words coherently. Seokjin didn’t bother to hide his laughter though, shooting the two of you a dramatic air kiss, and you mentally noted to tell him off later.
Oh my, she’s adorable, was the only thought on Yoongi’s mind in that moment, unable to help the warm smile that rested on his face, and he knew that this building was going to quickly become familiar to him.
From that day, he made sure to come visit - or bother you as you tried to call it, despite secretly enjoying his presence - whenever he had the time, the two of you slowly becoming close over time, often sitting up on the rooftop together during your lunch break.
Everything was going perfectly, until he began having to leave halfway through your dates without a viable explanation, and you had began to grow fed up with it. He would get a phone call, grave tone in his voice, and that was it. Your views began to conflict; as a doctor, your job was to save lives, and yet Yoongi was a general, a soldier, the front line of war and conflict. He did it to protect your country, but you couldn’t help but question the relationship the two of you had. You still knew so little about this man, he was so secretive at times, never fully communicating his emotions or his thoughts to you.
Eventually, the two of you began to fizzle apart, and you went a large period of time without seeing him, without his random visits to the hospital.
You couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt, that you didn’t miss him, that there wasn’t an aching gap in your heart.
He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t think of you during missions, sitting by his men as they flew over the expanse of the city in a helicopter, that there wasn’t an aching gap in his heart.
One day, he received an especially important mission; his unit along with two others were to be dispatched on a peacekeeping mission to the country of Urk, far away from his home country, his friends, from you. This is your job, he reminded himself.
Yoongi strode into the room, his arms folded behind his back as he set out the mission for his unit, the soldiers all attentive, nodding at his every word.
“This is a potentially dangerous mission, men. Keep your wits about you, always be aware of your surroundings, never let your guard down. Understood?” He warned, his men all replying with a systematic “Yes, sir!”
Yoongi simply nodded, sighing as he contemplated the looming task ahead of him mentally preparing himself for the mission ahead.
Meanwhile, back at the hospital, you were staring down the hospital director, your eyes about to pop out of your skull, the director simply returning the gaze with a smug expression.
“You heard me correctly, (Y/N), the army has asked for a medical team to be dispatched to the city of Urk, to assist the soldiers there. I decided you’d be perfect to lead, don’t you think? Collect your team and inform them, you’ll be leaving tomorrow.” And with that, he walked off, whistling to himself and leaving you indefinitely annoyed. There was nothing you could do about the matter, and you threw your arms up in frustration, wandering off to go inform your department.
Next thing you knew, you found yourself sitting in a helicopter with your team of doctors, everyone exchanging nervous glances, your body rocking slightly from the force of the helicopter whirring over the expanse of land. Your thoughts once again wandered off to Yoongi, and you contemplated. Would he be there? Your heart leaping at the thought of it, before sinking again. The two of you had parted ways, and this was a professional environment once again.
Likewise, Yoongi wandered around base, having arrived in Urk just a few days before, and his thoughts were - as always - drifting off to you again. He had been informed that the hospital, your hospital, was sending a medical team over to assist. Would you be there? Would you be leading? He had always thought you as a natural leader, smiling as he recalled your confident assertiveness that had completely disappeared the first time he walked in as General Min. He sighed, walking off to wherever he was supposed to be.
The helicopter finally landed in an open runway, the constant whirring coming to a halt, and the doors automatically opening. Your hand flew up to block the sudden sunlight that shone through, your legs cramped as you stood up, stumbling out of the helicopter. Your team followed close behind, and as you exited, you saw the line of soldiers ready to greet you, lead by him. General Min. Min Yoongi. He stood in front of his men, his posture straight and professional, and yet at the sight of you, his expression faltered, a sense of hope flashing across his eyes.
I’m sure by now that you’re all aware of the new Notice Me Senpai update and the ‘Refer and Reward’ feature.
IF NOT; click on the menu tab and click 'Redeem and Refer’. Your Player ID will be shown at the top (Pictured here is my own). Click on the 'Refer Friends’ tab, enter another player’s ID, and then click send email. Once this has been processed, you will receive an email with a code to input in order to receive FREE GEMS!
Now, if you’re like me, you may not have friends who also use this app, and thus can’t take full advantage of this new feature.
So, I have taken it upon myself to help everyone struggling with this too.
We are going to start an ID code chain.
REBLOG THIS POST WITH YOUR ID, MAKING SURE TO USE 'NOTICE ME SENPAI’ IN THE TAGS SECTION, SO OTHERS CAN SEE.
GO THROUGH THE REBLOGS AND INPUT OTHER USERS’ IDs.
PICTURED IS MY ID, SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO USE IT!!
World-Building/Headcanon; Pokeballs and Transferring Pokemon
- All Pokeballs are produced at different rates, due to the technology that is required per each ball and materials to make them. - A single Master Ball can take weeks to produce, requiring very strong and rare materials with powerful technology. These are then individually indestructible, un-damageable by regular throwing and battering, needing be taken apart to be destroyed if by hand, or otherwise.
- Pokemon are able to be transferred from an old Pokeball to a newer one. After some time and depending on the model, it may become necessary for a Trainer to transfer their Pokemon. - Pokemon can be transferred at the Pokemon Center from ball to ball, on request from Nurse Joy. By default, if the Trainer chooses to not buy a new ball themselves, the Pokemon will be placed into another standard Pokeball. - Most Trainers will transfer their ace first, before other Pokemon, since they are sent out the most and their balls are more likely to be dented or damaged. Trainers also tend to buy more expensive balls for their best Pokemon (Like Ultra Balls or Luxury Balls).
- All Pokeballs are internally and digitally marked with an ID code to match with a Trainer Card, which is how Pokemon are retrieved in places like Pokemon Centers and not mixed up. - At PokeMarts, Trainers must hand over their IDs so the Balls they obtain will carry their signature. - Pokeballs do not work after failed capture, due to Pokemon breaking the actual ball while resisting. - During Trades between Trainers, the machine is used to rewrite the code in the ball so it is under the Trainer’s ownership.