From the age of two Lance never stopped moving.
He would crawl through his house making it impossible to keep track of him.
However it was nothing compared to what he was like when he learned how to walk.
Soon as he could stand on his own two feet he was gone.
He would run through the garden chasing birds.
He would run to his classes in school.
He would run to the store.
He would run across the road.
Without looking both ways.
He would run straight into the path of a truck.
While he was lying in the hospital bed with his legs shattered all the doctors would tell him was how lucky he was to be alive.
For a while Lance thought that his luck would also save his legs.
But it wasn’t to be.
The doctors did all they could, using pins to try and fuse the bones back together.
However after only two days infection had set in and they had no choice but to amputate the first leg.
The second came a week later after it became clear that the bone just wasn’t fusing back together.
For months Lance was trapped in a chair, healing and waiting.
He never cried though. If he cried then his mama would cry.
Lance wouldn’t have his mama crying because of him.
When he finally got prosthetics it wasn’t what he had been hoping for.
It was a long painful process full of disappointment and failure before he could walk again.
And an even longer time before he could run again.
However Lance was determined and never gave up.
By time he moved to a new high school no one could tell he was missing both legs.
Lance was walking home from class grumbling to himself. He was pretty annoyed that his best friend Hunk had decided that he would prefer to hang out with Pidge then him.
Well not decided more like had to do he wouldn’t fail the project they were working on.
But Lance felt like being petty.
It had been raining that day, the humidity made his stumps painful which made him irritated.
To make things worse he had no choice but to walk home in the rain since his car had gone and died on him that morning.
Lance was so busy wallowing in self pity that he didn’t even notice he was about to walk into someone.
He managed to walk straight into a figure huddled inside their jacket causing the two of them to fall to the ground with a thud.
“What the hell man!” Lance yelled before stopping when he realised who he had just walked into.
Keith glared at him the rain plastering his dark hair to his face “not my fault! You walked into me!”
“Yeah well your still a jerk! You park in the handicapped space yesterday at the mall!” Lance yelled pointing at him accusingly.
“Why the hell do you care where I park! It was like 4am and it wasn’t like anyone needed it!” Keith snapped getting to his feet and trying to brush some of the water away.
“You didn’t kno-” Lance had tried to stand but when he was halfway up a cracking sound echoed around the empty campus and he went flying forwards right into Keith who caught him out of pure instinct.
Keith’s anger quickly turned to concern and nausea at the sight of the unnatural angle the lower half of Lance’s leg was now bent.
“Oh my god! Shit I’ll call an ambulance!” Keith stuttered as he carefully lowered Lance to the floor and looked for his phone only to find it cracked and unresponsive.
“D-don’t worry I’ll erm I’ll… why are you laughing?”
Lance was laughing hard as he watched Keith’s panicked actions.
“Relax dude I’m fine. See” he grabbed his foot and pulled making Keith have to fight the urge to throw up as it came away in his hand.
“See just plastic.”
Keith’s eyes widened at the sight of the prosthetic. He had no idea that Lance, the over confident narcissistic pretty boy was a amputee.
Suddenly him getting upset about Keith taking the handicapped spot makes much more sense.
“Shit… I’m sorry.”
Lance shrugged, “nah you were right it wasn’t your fault. But erm if your still riding the guilt train I could use a ride? I mean if you don’t mind.” He looked away blushing and Keith couldn’t help but smile.
He didn’t wait for permission, instead he simply scooped Lance up princess style and walked him to his car, a small beat up red thing that could almost pass for home made with all the repairs done to it.
“H-hey I don’t need carrying!” Lance’s blush deepened as he wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck for stability only. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
“It’s quicker then you just hopping along.” Keith shrugged as he deposited Lance in the passenger seat and took his place behind the wheel.
“Still dude. It’s humiliating. Bad enough you know about my legs.”
Keith rose and eyebrow as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I only knew about one of them.”
“Fuck…” Lance hissed under his breath.
Keith couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at that.
“Man I really am an idiot, can you keep this between us… it’s just I’d prefer everyone not to know.”
Lance sounded so small and vulnerable in that moment that Keith glanced over to check that it really was the same obnoxious guy he knew from school.
“Look I promise I won’t tell anyone… but maybe you should.”
“What would you know about this?” Lance huffed crossing his arms.
“More then you would expect, my brother Shiro lost his arm and he was suffering in silence for a long time. I just don’t want you to do the same.”
Keith glanced over at Lance to see him looking very embarrassed.
Keith’s eyes widened “b-by that I mean anyone in your situation not j-just you specifically!” He rambled on quickly.
Lance laughed that strong joy filled laugh of his That always seems to light up the room. “It’s cool man. I knew what you meant.”
They pulled up outside Lance’s home and Keith offered his shoulder for support this time rarther then carrying him in.
After ringing the bell and waiting on the door step Lance looked up at Keith. “Hey Keith.”
Lance kissed him on the cheek just as the door opened and Lance launched himself on his older brother closing the door behind him.
Leaving a very confused, very wet but also very very VERY happy Keith standing outside.
Harry was walking back to the Gryffindor tower when he saw it, a corn snake, the thickest part of it was about as round as his thumb and it was only about a foot long. It was pale almost white, an albino, but the pale yellow-orange markings along it’s back had been charmed to a vibrant green.
Harry glanced around for the owner but the hallway was empty, there wasn’t even the sound of retreating footsteps.
He dropped into a crouch next to the snake doggedly slithering along the stones and hissed a quiet greeting, “Hello, little one, are you lost?”
The snake lifted its head, looking as startled as a snake can to be talked to by a human. The snake seemed to think a great while before she answered in a prim tone, “No. I am certain of my way but I am cold. I would warm myself with your heat.”
Harry held out his hand and the little snake slid into it, her small little body was chilled from the stone floor. He stood and leaned back against the wall, cupping the snake in both hands, “Where are you going?” he asked.
The snake flicked her tongue, “You would know my business without even asking my name or offering your own? Are all humans so rude?”
Harry blinked and then grinned, “No, just me probably,” he hissed apologetically, “May I ask what your name is?”
“You may,” the snake said bobbing her head slightly in something like a nod, “Among my own I was known as Little White. My human calls me something like Morning, it is not a name I recognize or could pronounce in the proper tongue.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Little White. I am Harry Potter but you may call me what you like,” Harry said.
Little White raised her head higher, turning her head this way and that to get a better look at him.
“Would you like any help?” Harry asked again now that the introductions were complete.
Little White flicked her tongue out furiously, “It appears I require no more help as it was you I was looking for, Hairy Pot-Maker.”
Harry winced, he really did not like the literal representation of his name in parsel tongue.
“I was headed to your nest,” Little White said, “I thought perhaps I could do something, as hopeless as it is to try and do anything with most of your kind. You are all intolerably stupid. I am pleased to know you can at least manage the true tongue.”
“Thank you?” Harry said, grinning in something between amusement and disbelief at this little snake’s cheek.
Little White regally dipped her head again, “You are most welcome, Hairy Pot-Maker.”
Harry winced again, “I would rather you didn’t call me that. Really, anything else would be better.”
“Then should I call you raven-locked or emerald eye or perhaps hearts-desire?” Little White asked archly.
“What?” Harry blinked in surprise.
Little White shifted in his palms to a spot with more warmth, “My human calls you those things, amongst others in the silence of his den. I do not understand ‘love’ and 'desire’. It makes little sense to me. A snake seeks the company of other snakes only to mate and then they separate. Yet you humans seem drawn to one another often.” she cocked her head slightly, “Perhaps it is your warmth, I can understand that. Human warmth is very desirable, a pair of humans might share warmth together.”
“…So you wanted to help your human?” Harry asked, feeling a little flushed that someone, a Slytherin someone, had a crush on him.
“Yes. He is heart-sick for wanting you yet he will not speak his desire. He believes you would be opposed, to the point of anger or even violence.” Little White said, watching him intently.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Harry hurriedly assure her.
“I believe this of you,” Little White said, thoroughly unimpressed with him, “Despite his wanting of you I find it unlikely that you are worthy. My human is very warm and provides fine mice for me. He calls me beautiful. I would not share his warmth.”
Harry’s brow furrowed, “but weren’t you coming to try and help him?”
“I have changed my mind,” Little White said. “Put me down.”
“I could take you back to him?” Harry offered, mostly out of politeness.
Little White turned her head away, “I would not have him look upon you, ever again.”
Harry felt a little dumbstruck. He was about to kneel and put the little snake when he heard running footsteps and turned to look. Malfoy was running down the hallway, his robes flapping around him, his swept back hair falling down around his face. He had his wand in his hand, doing what appeared to be a point me spell.
Malfoy zeroed in on Harry and his cupped hands immediately and stomped over as if he wasn’t a flustered, faintly flushed mess, “Did you find a snake, a white snake with green markings?”
Harry silently lowered his hands so Malfoy could better see.
“Morgana!” Malfoy cried in relief, he reached out to take her and then pulled back as if he didn’t want to touch Harry.
Before Harry would have interpreted that action in an entirely different way. He felt a little dizzy.
Malfoy held his hand out, “My snake, if you please, Potter.”
Little White was flicking her tongue furiously at Harry, “You do not look at my human like that! I have decided and will not share!”
Harry glanced down at her, feeling a smile on his lips. He looked back up, Malfoy was looking rather cute. He dropped his cupped hands onto Malfoy’s warm palm, letting Little White slip down and wrap around securely around Malfoy’s wrist. Harry curled one hand around Malfoy’s tracing his fingers over the back of Malfoy’s hand. He watched Malfoy’s face flush faintly, a shiver going through his hand, the rest of him seemed to be frozen in place.
Harry said, “I was was thinking-”
Little White lunged out, biting Harry’s thumb.
Harry jerked his hand back, mostly out of shock. The little snake couldn’t really hurt him.
She pulled back, her body still raised high in warning, “I said No!”
“Morgana! Why did you-! Don’t do that!” Malfoy hissed looking a little panicked and telling Harry, “She’s never done that before. You must have just startled her.”
“I’m sure,” Harry said glaring at her. He smiled at Malfoy, “As I was going to say, do you want to go out sometime?”
Malfoy flushed even pinker, “What?”
“On a date,” Harry said, tempted to reach out and touch Malfoy again but deciding against it, “I thought maybe we could share some warmth together.”
Malfoy searched his expression and then hesitantly nodded.
Little White muttered, “I’m going to shit in your shoes.”
Summary- Reader is starting to hallucinate Lucifer, (basically like Sam) she keeps it a secret but her brothers find out.
Warnings- Swearing(I think idk).
A/N- It’s just something I thought of when I was watching reruns of SPN, I’m honestly really chuffed with it:)
Slowly opening your eyes you tensed up, somebody was in your room, you slowly reached your hand under your pillow and grasped the gun you had lying under it.
“I know you’re awake, Y/N” the voice spoke, “and a gun? Really? You think a gun would work on little old me? How adorable” he mocked. Rolling your eyes, you sat up and faced him with furrowed eyebrows, “who are you?” You asked quietly, he looked at you with fake hurt as he placed his hand over his heart, “you mean, Sammy hasn’t told you about me? I’m hurt” he spoke, then his eyes turned red causing you to shuffle back slightly.
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Kidnapping. Major feels.
72 Hours Earlier
Bucky was a hundred percent sure that he had seen the girl in front of him before. Maybe it wasn’t from face to face encounters, but he had in fact seen you. It started with the mission briefing he was given two days ago.
Pierce sat in front of him with that sly, devilish smile of his that made Bucky’s skin crawl. He opened the manilla folder in his hands and began reading everything about his mission, especially his target.
“The man you saw on the bridge earlier is a menace and needs to be terminated as soon as possible. Do you understand, soldier?” Bucky nodded silently. His eyes were focused on the picture in front of him, memorizing any necessary details. It was crucial for him, as he was expected to complete his missions without any unnecessary casualties.
“You see this woman, James?” Pierce pulled out another picture and held it in his face. It wasn’t a formal photograph by any means, it looked as if someone had snapped the picture of you as you walked about, doing your day to day things. The older man’s eyes watched Bucky’s closely, studying his face for any signs of reactions.
Bucky’s brows furrowed as he took in all of your features, especially your skin tone. You were quite beautiful, no doubt. Hydra had attempted numerous times to purge out any sort of unnecessary ways of thinking, especially the sense of attraction. Fortunately, as much as he was tortured, they failed to do just that he guesses.
“After you get rid of him, I want you do something…a bit unorthodox. A bit different from what you’ve done in the past.”
His eyes flickered between the picture and the man. Every time he asked him to do something “unorthodox” it usually meant something along the sadistic lines. The only time he was asked to do this was when he tortured a target. He didn’t enjoy that one bit.
“I want you to find this girl, James,” he explained, peering down at him.
“And I want you to impregnate her. By any means necessary.”
You shifted awkwardly as he studied your face.
You felt like he was staring into your soul, into your very being and you felt so exposed. You were used to men staring at you sometimes, even if they were just giving you side glances, but the way this man was staring at you made you feel so hot in the face.
“I think you must be mistaken, s-sir,” you stuttered. They must’ve really brainwashed him for him to believe something like that. You felt a pang of guiltiness as you thought about it. The poor man must have been abused in so many horrible ways for him to be having the delusions.
“But I-I’m only twenty two years old. Maybe you knew someone who looked like m-”
His eye twitched at your words and he ran a hand over his face in frustration. You immediately shut your mouth at his actions. He let out a growl before looking back at you.
“I knew you,” he demanded. “I don’t know how, but I did. I saw you in my head after you cursed at me on the bridge.”
Your eyes widened once again. You didn’t say it out loud, but he was probably having hallucinations. It was the only reasonable answer, but something struck you that he wasn’t the reasonable type. Not by a long shot.
“Okay then…” you trailed off, looking around the room. You felt yourself shiver uncontrollably. It was freezing in the room, especially since the heat hadn’t been turned on yet and it was cold as ice outside by now. The sun had gone down all the way now and you were for sure that you were in the middle of nowhere.
That’s when the sudden realization kicked in and you found yourself slowly starting to panic. You were trapped in here with this man, far away from the protection of Steve and the police. You didn’t see your purse anywhere in the room, meaning your phone was gone, along with your medication.
You felt your chest begin to tighten, followed by the feeling of lightheadedness. Little black dots began to dance around your eyes, causing everything to blur. You mentally scolded yourself as you felt your breathing becoming uneven. You had struggled with anemia your entire life. Especially now, as an adult, you were having so many issues with battling it. Your doctor had prescribed you Iron pills which you were to take in cases like these, but of course, your pills were in your purse.
Which was probably sitting in a random person’s possession right now.
Bucky, noticing your state, leaned forward and placed the back of his hand onto your forehead. You weren’t running a fever, but you were reacting in a strange manner. He had no clue what was happening, he hoped you weren’t in any mortal trouble.
“Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes wide as he watched you sway from side to side. You slumped over, but immediately, he caught you in his arms. Your head lolled onto his shoulder.
He placed a hand onto your back, feeling along your clothed body until it was resting in a specific position. “Shit!” he muttered, before lying you on your back. He began untying your shoes, pulling the strings from the lace until they were loose enough for him to slide off of your feet. Once they were off, he reached froward and began unbuttoning your jeans.
“N-No!” you gasped, causing him to jump and shift his gaze over to your horrified expression. “Get away!” you cried, pushing his hands away from your body. You tried to wiggle your legs in hopes of kicking him back, but in one move, he held your legs still with his metal arm.
Bucky looked over at you, his face set in an extremely unhappy frown. “I’m not going to…” he trailed off, suddenly realizing why you were panicking. It wasn’t usual for him to feel guilt, but he felt it at that moment and it frightened him to no end. Who was this mysterious girl that caused him to react this way?
“You’re anemic,” he explained, although he was positive you already knew. “You need to get as much air as possible, along with any source of iron. You’re having an attack right now, which can last no more than thirty minutes without medical attention.”
You were beyond shocked at his words. How did he know all these things? Anemia was a bit hard to spot unless you were a doctor. That meant, among the many things they taught him, they wired some medical training as well.
You felt your chest tightening, sending you into a further panic. You hated feeling this way, the last attack you had was in fourth grade and it was borderline traumatizing.
Bucky reached forward again, slower this time, and began unbuttoning your jeans slowly. You whimpered as he slowly tugged the material down your thighs, before discarding them to the side. He then made his way to the flannel you were wearing and began unbuttoning each of the little buttons and sliding the material off your body, leaving you in a small under tank top.
He gently placed his hands on your side and rolled you over until you were lying on your side. You tried to inhale as much as possible, but without the medication, you knew you weren’t getting much rest tonight.
Another shiver crept through your body, goosebumps forming along your body as the fall temperatures filled the room. You felt Bucky place the bed comforter onto your body, before standing once again.
You had no idea what he was doing. You thought that maybe he was just going back to the table and occupy himself, but instead you felt the bed beside you dip from the weight of him. You felt your hands being pulled in front of you, causing you to open your eyes.
“What are you doing?” you tugged your arms, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. He wrapped his flesh hand around your wrists as he placed one of your shoelaces around them and tied them into a knot. You winced, staring up at him in shock.
“I’m making sure you don’t leave,” he said nonchalantly, his face void of all emotion. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
You let out an angry sigh and yanked your wrists away with as much force as you could muster. “Well, I’m finished with your bullshit!” you spat. His eyes widened at your sudden courage.
“I’ve been kidnapped, shot at, beaten and held captive against my will by you! The least you could do is treat me with some kind of decency! Why are you such a prick?” you couldn’t stop the string of insults that poured from your mouth no matter how hard you tried. You knew you messed up as soon as you saw his eye twitch.
For some reason, he didn’t move. Or speak.
He only stared at you, his eyes wide.
“Why are you such a prick?”
You picked up the nearest object closest to you and launched it at your boyfriend’s head. The small container of blush landed right in his face, shattering all over his suit. You turned around in search of something else to throw, but you felt yourself being spun around forcefully.
“Y/N, I swear on my life, I wasn’t flirting with that girl!” Bucky exclaimed. He tried to touch your cheek, but you moved away quickly.
“Really?” you spat, your eyes narrowed. “Then why was she all over you? Why didn’t you stop her?”
You and he had just come back from your first date, which consisted of the two of you driving out of town to another city and going to a drive-in. You knew there would be some friction because of your skin color, but when you pulled into the driveway, people started staring shamelessly. No matter how much you begged Bucky, he refused to leave.
And to make matters worse, when he left the car to get snacks, he was immediately stopped by some brunette who was shamelessly hanging on his arm. Instead of turning her down, you watched as he laughed at all her little jokes and even gave her a hug.
You were pissed.
“Is that what this is about?” he asked, his tone becoming significantly softer. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him. He hated when you shut him out, especially since you two were together now.
Bucky let out a small laugh, walking towards you with a dorky grin. You scoffed, eyeing him out the corner of your eye. Was he serious? Did he really think that little of your relationship?
“What is so funny?” you asked, glaring at him.
Bucky bit back the grin that threatened to form on his face as he placed both of his hands on your shoulders. He bent down so that he was eye level with you and looked deep into your eyes.
“Sugar,” he chuckled. “That girl was my sister, Rebecca.”
Immediately, you felt so embarrassed. You covered your face with your hands and let out a groan. You tended to overreact at times, your mother always told you it would be the death of you. She was right.
Bucky let out another laugh at your flushed face and pulled you into a hug. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you close.
“I’m so sorry!” You mumbled into his chest.
“Don’t be, doll,” he replied, pulling away from you. He peered down at your smaller self and smiled down at you. He pried your hands away from your face, revealing you.
“If it makes you feel any better,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.
“Rebecca really, really wants to meet you.”
“Are you alright?” you asked, waving your hand in front of Bucky’s face.
He inhaled sharply, blinking away the memory that burned into his brain. He was right, he knew you. Just like he knew Steve. But the real question was, how on earth did you get here?
Were you frozen as well? That was highly unlikely, as he would’ve known about it at one point. It was highly illogical, but maybe -just maybe- you were immortal. But that didn’t explain your memory loss. How were you not remembering as well.
“Bucky?” you found yourself saying. His eyes snapped back to you at the sound of his name leaving your lips for the first time. You looked the same, from the frown on your face, to the length of your hair. How was this possible?
“You’re really starting to worry me-”
“Jane,” Bucky spoke, his voice full of emotion. You cocked your head to the side.
“Your name was Jane and you loved to wear red lipstick.”
Alexander Pierce knew many things in this world.
He knew that President Kennedy would’ve shaped the century if he had lived, he would’ve created a revolution for mutants. He knew that aliens did exist, also that there was life among other galaxies. He knew every dirty little secret the United States had swept under the rug, far away from the public’s knowledge.
But one thing he didn’t know, was how on earth Y/N Y/L/N was not only alive, but the same exact age as 1942. To his knowledge, you weren’t put in a cryo chamber, or even accidentally frozen with Rogers. You died of lung cancer, for fuck’s sake. How the hell did you manage to leapfrog through time as well as Rogers and Barnes?
Looking back on your medical history, you had nothing out of the ordinary. You were anemic, allergic to strawberries, and suffered from mild headaches sometimes, but that was it. Hell, you hadn’t been to the doctor in a few years, that’s how good your health was. So what gives?
That’s when he started flipping through your family history. Your family wasn’t anything special, archives went all the way to the late 1800′s before they stopped. Pierce rubbed his temples as he stared down at the many papers scattered before him.
The mission he gave Barnes was simple, but now that he went rogue and completely went MIA, he wasn’t so sure if his decisions were adequate. If he succeeded, you would be with child in no time.
In the past Hydra had failed to create another Winter Soldier with lab work. The serum only worked in every one in a million chance, which was far too risky for him. Instead, he figured, maybe Hydra wouldn’t have to create another soldier. Barnes could.
Not just any woman could be chosen. It had to be you. It was odd that you had popped up just in time, but your DNA was somewhat abnormal than others. Pierce was absolutely sure of it, but you had no idea as of now.
“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts
throwing Karen off him and running out the door.
“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE
LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made
chocolates above her head.
The two Humans screaming and running
past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he
liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company.
That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of
thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be
alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be
hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.
“What happened to you?” Dr Loop
“Sergeant Stabby got me” he
“Why do you keep it around and why
the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”
“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby,
he is war hero you know”
“IT is a cleaning machine”
“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves
“SHHHHHH here he comes”
Sergeant Stabby made his way into the
Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while
the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.
“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop
“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the
norm for you race to be so….nuts?”
Cho smiled “You’ve never been to
Terra have you?”
“Shame, because if you think we are
crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”
Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look
at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”
“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”
“But still for wound like this to
stop bleeding so soon”
“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you
worked on Humans before”
“I have studied Human anatomy yes”
“But actually worked with one? In
person before we got here?”
Dr Loop did not like his skills being
questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of
“It matters not, I know all the ins
and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest
of your backwards and primitive kind”
Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm
for a sec” he asked.
“Just trust me”
Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms
and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a
reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.
Cho licked his arm and a split second
later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.
Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his
arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on
“Guess you forgot our saliva is like
acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.
The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts
fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not
seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human
female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation
of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.
“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step
forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.
“You are a coward and weak, you let
the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you
around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”
Chief Goolack stood up straight, the
chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were
heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show
“I am a Benemar and I fought for our
people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule.
Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in
battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they
came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies.
They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge
me as a coward for respecting strength?”
“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned
our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too
much power, power they are taking from us”
The court cheered and banged their
weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles
against their armour.
“Let this cry go out across to the
star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the
location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”
The Benemar all over the Alliance
suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they
were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High
Chief has risen the banner”
Many thought this was the Benemar about
to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny
or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the
Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.
Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s
usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the
Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did
their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as
celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to
inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to
take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from
celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which
the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing
but the Humans obliged.
The fun did not stop there.
Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was
travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it
stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It
was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge,
maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped
a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who
from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw
what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.
She smiled at him and gave a nervous
smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator
suddenly and harshly stopped.
“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the
sudden change of momentum.
“Are you okay?” he asked and she
nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but
go response, there was no power to the that call button either.
Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.
“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he
asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.
“The baby is coming” she panted.
“Baby? What baby?”
“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!!
she screamed and he jumped.
“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”
Cathy sat down as her water broke and
“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted
into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.
“What…what is your name?” she
“Depit, come here I need you to help
me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she
“I don’t know what to do” Depit
“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I
“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and
squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had
tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.
“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted
“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze
It then dawn on her that Humans were
far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off
a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.
“Why are you screaming what’s
happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.
“IM HAVING CONTRACTIONS YOU FUCKING
“WHAT ARE THOSE!!!!”
“MY BODY IS GETTING READY TO PUSH THE
“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!!!”
Another contraction came and she
screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.
This went on for over and hour till
finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.
“Okay…okay” she said to herself
with Depit fanning her with his wings.
“How long does this usually go on
for?” he asked.
“My mother was in labour for 32 hours
“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the
contractions have stopped”
“What happens next?”
Cathy looked at him “Next comes the
“Elong births are lot…faster than
“You’re a bird race, you have it
easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get
between my legs!!”
Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself
and Depit froze.
“What do I do?”
Cathy burst into laughter “I’m
kidding, just guide it out”
Depit got ready and Cathy screamed
again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were
“I can see the egg”
“IT’S NOT AN EGG IT’S A FUCKING
HEAD!! WE DON’T LAY FUCKING EGGS!!!”
“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY
CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.
Cathy started breathing again and moved
her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she
positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and
Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell
into Depits arms.
After the baby began crying he handed
it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.
“It’s a boy” she said.
“No wonder your race is so tough, you
endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through
it to bring one of your own into the world”
“And we do it over and over again,
I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What
did you say your name was again?”
“Depit, my name is Depit”
Cathy smiled and looked down at her son
“Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”
Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his
head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his
people. “You would do me that honour?”
“Of course, you brought him into the
world, well I did most of the work but still”
“Thankyou” he said smiling.
“Oh beware of the after birth”
“The what?” Depit said looking down
just as it slumped down in front of him.
In the higher levels and completely
unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a
friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk
called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell
by their Captains face that something had happened.
“Men and woman of the 8th
Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar
launched a full scale assault on Terra”
The air became heavy as if every Human
and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.
“The battle is still going on and all
Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting
there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence
net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready
to go yesterday!!”
The Humans didn’t say anything and as a
single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters
and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them.
The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10
minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and
her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that
she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.
Within 2 hours the Humans were all
loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their
Alien friends and set off for Terra.
The Benemar continued their assault,
unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware
of the armada coming for them.
The Doctor hadn’t imagined that you wearing a skirt would bother him so much. That’s not to say that he didn’t like it. He did like it. That was the problem - he liked it too much.
It wasn’t even that short of a skirt, either. There wasn’t anything overly sexy or promiscuous about it. That, he would have been able to ignore. He had been ignoring flaunted sexuality all his lives (it never failed to make him uncomfortable), and it came easily to him at this point. But you weren’t flaunting anything. You were in a tasteful, flowing skirt that cut off right at the knee. It flared out a bit whenever you turned, giving just the slightest tease of your lower thigh, but there was no inappropriate exposure. None at all. It was perfectly perfect.
But the Doctor was scared of it.
“Wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?” he asked when you finally joined him in the console room. He immediately bit his tongue when he realized how he sounded, but… he really wanted to know why you were wearing that… thing. And heels. Oh, no, you were wearing heels. They weren’t especially tall and the wedge was hardly more than an inch, but this was more heel than he had ever seen you stand on.
You made a silly face at him in response, too accustomed to his non-ginger rudeness to be offended. “Is this alright for where we’re going? I’ll just change real quick if it’s not. I just never get to wear it.”
That’s right, you never got to wear it. (Forget the heels. Can’t run well in those, so they were out of the question.) The Doctor had never seen so much leg on you. You wore trousers, always, because you were smart enough to know that skirts were not for adventuring. Even in hot weather, though, you didn’t wear shorts. You just wore trousers with thinner material. Shorts were nice, but the idea of running through dense underbrush or stinging nettles or a bog with bare legs didn’t appeal to you, so you kept your legs safely covered.
parent!au: park jimin A single father of twins show you the true meaning of family and what it takes to love like a parent, even if they aren’t your own. word count: 4.8k genre: fluFF?? aNGST?!? idk jimin is a dad
[A/N]: goinstraight to the point,our little familyby the very talented@nightbtsheavilyinspired me to write this fanfic !! I absolutely lovLOVEelovelove that story, so much i made my friend read it WITH me. its a beautifully written piece and i never knew i loved parent!jimin so much. sis i wasn’t lying when i said it inspired me to write my own !! pls enjoy, dont have high expectations bc its not anywhere near how good OLF is lol
“I don’t think you’re going to find a decent girl at the club.” Jungkook said entering the noisy, dark building.
Jimin laughed, “who said I’m trying to find a decent girl?”
Taehyung rose an eyebrow. “So what are you going to do when she wants to hook up? Bring her back to your place with your twins in the next room?”
Jimin frowned and ordered the first drink on the menu. “No.. I don’t know.” You, the only girl bartender in the club, fixed the drink in the fastest manner Jimin has ever seen. You poured it into a glass and slid it towards the man. He lifted it, weary as to how it was going to taste. The glass rim touched his lips and the alcohol burned his throat as he took it all in.
“Can we just enjoy the night?” Jimin asked when he saw the other two awkwardly hesitant. “I’m not bringing home anyone, guys. I came out here to forget that I was a single dad working a 9 to 5 job.”
Jungkook laughed and patted his best bud’s shoulder. “That’s a little hard to forget when your babies are both of your wallpapers.”
Jimin rolled his eyes and shrugged off his friend’s hand. Taehyung walked off to flirt with the girl bartender down the bar. Jimin was left alone, swirling the ice and liquor in his heavy glass.
“Rough night?” You asked as you polished the cups. He looked around to make sure you were addressing him. Taehyung had wandered off to another girl and you had walked back over. He peered up to see your soft smile. Your eyelashes fluttered against your pale cheeks. Your hair was secured messily in a bun.
Jimin laughed it off, not sure how to answer that question. It was more of a rough entire six years and since he had twins, it felt multiplied by two. “You could say that.”
Oh please give me jealous lily, I live for that, LIVE FOR IT!!! It is my #1 favourite thing
“why did you say no to a hogsmeade date if you wanted to go with him?”
“but i don’t want to go with him.”
“then why are we following his every move.”
lily glares. mary winks. “oh stop smirking like that mary, like you’re all smug about something.”
“you like him!”
“i do not!”
they’re both hiding behind a bush, a bush right near spintwiches sporting needs. where james potter, sirius black and portia jacobs are currently browsing the newest broom model.
“do you think she likes him?” lily has crisp, brown leaves stuck in her hair. her eyes are wide, watching like a hawk as jacobs laughs at something james must have said.
“what’s not to like? he’s good looking, quidditch star james potter”
lily hates to admit that mary’s right. it feels strange thinking of arrogant potter like that.
sirius rolls his eyes and wanders towards the display in the window. they move a little too late, sirius notices the flash of deep red hair. lily swears and they both dive to the floor.
“something in there that’s taking your fancy, evans?” three minutes later and sirius stands in front of them, grinning, eyes gleaming with his hands in his pockets. lily scowls. “no. there’s nothing i want in there.”
“now now evans, you know you’re really bad at lying right?”
“i wanted to get some… lotion. that err stuff you put on your broom to make it, um, smooth.”
sirius grins, and lily starts to fear for her life. “fleetwood’s high-finish handle polish? well, what do you know - you’re in luck because i just saw some in the shop.”
“on second thought, it’s okay! i don’t need any-”
“ah, but i just remembered that i do though. come on, lily. you can come with me.”
she puts up a bit of a fight, but ends up stomping into the shop with sirius and mary holding onto her from either side.
james looks up in an instant, cheeks blossoming with pink. a hand rushes to his hair. “oh, evans! and err hi macdonald, sirius.”
“potter.” lily barely gives him a glance before she pulls the two giggling idiots to the other end of the shop. she glares back behind her, where james is back to talking to with portia about the strength and speed of the new nimbus.
“you’re one hard woman to please, evans. the guy asks you out, you turn him down and then start stalking him and acting like it’s his fault.”
“it is his fault! look at him! the way he’s all going heart shaped eyes at mrs ‘i love quidditch since yesterday’ jacobs.
“lily. he’s talking, that’s all he’s doing.” “yeah, not like they’re planning their wedding vows or whatever.” “they want to get married?!”
two hands fly up to her mouth, shushing and pushing her back to the farthest corner. sirius black taps his chin and shakes his head. “honestly, i don’t know why you rejected him in the first place.”
“i panicked, okay! i was terrified because i was like crap! i actually think he’s kinda hot and grown up a lot and i didn’t want to prove that what i was feeling was… oh my god, you two stop smiling like that.”
lily picks up the polish and the three walk in a tangle to the checkout. james potter is alone. “your girlfriend realise that quidditch is off the ground and she’s afraid of heights?” there’s no sign of portia jacobs and lily pounces at the opportunity like a ravenous lion.
it’s so quiet that the tick of the clock beats like a megaphone in the shop. sirius sucks in a breath and scratches his nose and mary tries and fails to bite the smile off her lips. they both take a step back, holding onto each other as they watch the scene unfold.
“i don’t even know what your problem is, evans.” james rolls his eyes, grabs onto a broomstick servicing kit and marches towards the till too. there’s a thirty-ish year old man being served first and the lady who’s browsing nearby tuts at the disturbance.
“my problem?” lily looks like she’s about to cast an unforgiveable curse. “i wasn’t just chatting up some ravenclaw who was batting her eyelids like she had dust in her eyes.”
james laughs rather madly. “says the one who’s been following me around all day like a leech.”
“i was doing no such thing! take that potter, how dare you-”
“oh? so when i was leaving hogwarts and i turned around and you pretended to be a statue-”
“i was practising the valuable lesson of being still, potter. don’t flatter yourself. why would i follow you?”
the man hurries out of the shop and the lady who’s browsing quickly follows. the cashier lady looks uncomfortable. “do you have your camera?” sirius whispers into mary’s ear.
james lets out a huff and bangs his broom kit onto the till. “because you like me, evans, and you’re afraid to admit it.”
“ugh you are so infuriating potter! you act like the whole world revolves around you!”
“just admit that you’re jealous, lily. you’re such a bad liar.”
silence falls once more, the air thick and tense. mary and sirius are practically hugging, not believing what’s happening.
“i am not jealous, you got that potter?” she takes an aggressive step towards him. she’s a foot smaller than him, but james takes a small step backwards anyways - stumbling into the till.
“crystal clear.” he gulps, holding onto the cabinet for dear life as lily takes another step. she’s got him cornered.
“and i fancy you, okay? can you keep that in your egotistical head?”
james potter blinks. “you, you what?”
lily furrows her eyebrows. “what?”
“you just said you fancy me.”
“i said i DIDN’T fancy you.”
“pretty sure you said ‘i fancy you.’ evans.” sirius is cackling by now, grabbing onto mary for support. lily gives him the finger and stomps another step closer to james. so close, she’s almost stepping on his toes. he looks down at her, a lopsided, elated grin adorning his blushing cheeks.
“wipe that stupid smile off your face, potter.” lily snaps, and before she knows it she’s grabbing hold of james’ jacket, standing on her tip toes and snogging him senseless.
james drops his money on the floor, mary slaps a galleon into the open hand of sirius’ and the cashier lets out a frightened gasp when james picks up lily, her legs around his waist.
“so are you… buying anything or?” the till lady asks in a whisper.
“You can’t stay here. We shouldn’t be…seeing each other like this, not before we’re married, at least. We’re being watched closely by everyone on the shuttle. One misstep and there’ll be a lot of backlash.”
Y/N isn’t particularly clumsy, but she did fall over due to the trip wire, and when she kneels on the bed to get off, she trips over Harry’s legs, even though she was consciously attempting to avoid them.
Except, this time when Y/N falls, she’s naked underneath her gown, which, flimsy material and all, lifts while she lays humiliatingly over Harry’s lap.
Y/N is glad to have her face initially buried into the bed because she’s flushing red from embarrassment, can feel the breeze on her bum, and can’t imagine a chaste man like Harry’s surprise by the development. She goes to get up once the initial shock wears off, but Harry quickly places his hand on her back, urging her back down. It places all of the power in his hands — however, they proceed is suddenly up to him.
or, the shuttle fic wherein Harry’s the shuttle’s commander, Y/N’s been brought aboard from the ground, and abstinence is more easily preached than practiced.
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Seriously thought there was nothing news worthy on this month’s chapter while I was overseas since I heard nothing. Came back and realise Jin still have no chill.
So back in the present after Ayano’s reason on why she and the siblings don’t live together anymore! But after their talk, they realise Momo had snuck out to continue her search for her friend, Hiyori. Soon the remaining Children will realise there was a lie in what they thought they knew and they were tricked.
Going to try some translation again. Shout out to @fuyuyuu for talking to me with this and explained some parts on what happened. Oh! And I try to scan it in a new way, thinking this way the quality of the scan is better
Anonymous said: Can I please have a mafia reaction where you walk in on them kissing their secretary when you go into his office with food to see if he’s okay? But then you run out afterwards and drop the food when you see him cheating? Thank you 😘
Anonymous said: BTS mafia reaction where you catch them kissing another girl in their office. And you ignore them afterwards? Thank you 😊
God blessed whoever asked these reactions :)
(Please forgive my Yoongi feels)
Kim Namjoon :
You walked into his office with a lot of Ryan’s merchandises, you won them from the amusement park game and you wanted Namjoon to have them. As his girlfriend, you were considered as the most-feared member in mafia because Namjoon would do anything to keep you safe without any bruises.
“Ma’am, what are you doing here?” Asked one of his men.
“Visiting Namjoon, why?” He looked panicked. You sighed and smiled at him, “it’s okay, he would be very happy-” You hear a moan from the office all of the sudden. You widened your eyes and passed the guard and sneaked into the door.
There he is. Making out with another girl, he didn’t reject nor pushed him. You widened your eyes and gasped, “What are you doing?” You asked. Namjoon widened his eyes as he turned his head to you, he got panicked all of the sudden. You didn’t cry, you went outside the building by elevator but he ran through the stairs just to clarified a lot of things to you.
“Babe, listen to me. Okay?” You didn’t glance or talked to him. You put your face into blank expression and ignored him until you reached your car. He grabbed your arm, “I’m so sorry!” He yelled. You flinched, “you just cheating on me now you’re getting mad? What a gentleman,” you said in monotone. “You won’t listen to me!” He answered. You scoffed and looked at him unbelievable, “we’re done Kim Namjoon, don’t bother to chase me.” He looked very frustrated and threw everything from his office.
Kim Seok Jin :
You didn’t think that Jin would be home this early, you quickly opened the front door but got curious as you saw black high heels which not yours beside his shoes. You sneaked out to watched him.
Her, on the table, and Jin who slung his arms along on her waist and making out. You heard them giggled also. You thought it was an illusion until you heard Jin moaned (shit, my first time doing slight smut, I need holy water). You gasped and went outside and waited for the girl to leave.
It’s weird, waiting outside your own house.
But when she left the house, you came in with Jin called you with cheerful tone like always. You sighed and stared at him, “Leave.” He got confused for awhile, “what?” You pointed at that door, “maybe you could company your whore outside.” He laughed awkwardly, “what are you talking about? She’s my secretary,” he said.
You raised one of your eyebrow and chuckled, “I heard moans. I did saw both of you on this disgusting table. Yeah, bring this too. I don’t want that lady’s ass on my table.” He widened his eyes, “it’s a misunders-” You shook your head, “no, out. We’re over Jin. Get out from my house,” you said.
“No, I’m sorry,” you stated, “I kept you so long, right?” He showed you that hurt expression, “no, it’s my fault-” You shook your head, “I’m so selfish. Now you can be with her, goodbye.” You pushed him out of the door and locked the door. You fell on your knees and cried with Jin disappointed by himself outside the door.
Min Yoongi :
You were known as Harley Quinn to your Joker which is Yoongi, both of you were the most feared yet popular mafia around the other mafias. You loved him so much so did he.
But then, you were going to sent him the lunchbox you always give him. “Yoo-” You startled as you saw him leaning on another girl and making out, he mumbled something you couldn’t hear. You gasped and closed your mouth so you won’t get caught. You dropped the lunchbox as you walked outside the building.
Yoongi did realize someone was watching him so he turned and saw your lunchbox, the one who you always gave him. He stroked his head, “shit! She saw me!” His secretary, Yoo Se-na, smirked at him, “well, she might broke up with you right now.” He slapped her, “you’re fired, bye whore.” He ran to you and saw you opening the door, “y/n!” He called you. You turned your head and gasped. As you hurried to open the door the key fell on the floor.
He held your hand but you reject him. “Stop it, Min Yoongi. I’m done with you,” you said while crying. He hates to see you crying the most. And he knew it’s his fault and there’s no guarantee you’re staying with him. “Look, I won’t say we’re done. I want to explain for what happened and I need you to listen,” he begged, “please don’t do this to me.”
You glared at him, “but you did that to me, goodbye Min Yoongi.”
“W-Wait! y/n, don’t-No, you can’t leave me, please?!” You drove your car away from the office leaving him frustrated.
Jung Hoseok :
You waited for him until 2 a.m in the morning, you were very tired because your work as emergency unit doctor was very busy and a lot of people who got into a massive accident. But you wait for him.
“Oh Lord, I want to sleep,” you frowned as you feel your head spinning.
After you waited Hoseok, he came with strange aroma of perfume. You know this aroma because the club which you used to visit has a lot of sluts with this smell. You widened your eyes, “where were you?” He didn’t glance at you and avoid your gaze. “Jung Hoseok!” You raised your voice.
“What?! I’m tired, can’t you see?” You scoffed as he answered like that. You pulled him and startled as you saw his lips full with lipstick. “C-can you explain that?” You asked. He turned his head, not answering you. You nodded your head and chuckled, “fine. I waited for you until this late yet I have a lot of patients tomorrow morning.” He stared at you, “I didn’t ask you to wait.” You widened you eyes.
Hoseok was staring at you with no expression, so, this is it. You walked upstairs and packed your things ; clothes, makeups, pillows, etc. You left the things Hoseok bought for you, though. “Where are you going?” You didn’t answer yet keep walking passed through him. “I asked you.”
“None of your business “cause we’re over.”
Park Jimin :
As the mafia gang leader, he owns a lot of stripped club yet he has a lot of whores waiting to get laid. You trust him. He has this kind of personalities that makes you melt just by seeing him grinned like a baby.
He loves you, he is. But you came in the wrong time, really wrong. You walked to the club as usual and looking for Jimin, but he’s nowhere in your sight so you decided to sit on the bar.
You scanned the bar and caught someone that really familiar for you. It’s Park Jimin. He was making out with one of his whores in front of the toilet. You widened your eyes and make a way to him. “Jimin?” You called. He pushed the girl and wiped his mouth, he stared at you in panicked.
“What? Panic because you get caught?”
“No, I’m panic because you would be misunderstood.” You looked at him with blank expression, “I trusted you, Jimin,” you sighed. He feel disappointed at himself as he saw your sad face, he hates it the most. “No, I promise she was the one who suddenly pulled me,” he said while grabbing your arm.
You smiled weakly at him, “is it wrong if I said I don’t trust you?”
“No, you have rights to feel that way but I don’t do anything. If I want us to break up I would tell you soon.”
“Can I be the one who tell you that?” The sound of music was getting louder as you said that. But he could read your mouth, he widened his eyes and shook his head furiously, “no, no.” You let go of his hands, “thank you for everything, Jimin. I’ll send your gifts later,” you smiled and went outside. He would went inside the office and tell his men to close the club early because he’s not having the mood.
Both of you should enjoy the club like usual, with him guarding you or asking you a dance. But now, he has nothing because you left. And it means, he doesn’t have any purpose to work nor live again.
Kim Taehyung :
He told you that he worked with his partner which is a girl, you already know that she likes Taehyung a lot and a lot of people tell you how shitty she can be. You got worried but you trust him anyway. He promised, though.
You walked around the warehouse because you’re one of the backups but you saw nothing. You walked inside and you saw Taehyung. With her. You were speechless and decided to coughed awkwardly, “sorry, interrupting your business?” You said.
“y/n!” He called in panicked tone.
“No. Pretend you don’t know me, pretend I’m one of your partner.”
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“We’re done, now I’m one of your teammates.”
Jeon Jungkook :
It was a pure accident.
You know that he has an ex-girlfriend in the same office like him and Namjoon tried his best to get the girl away from Jungkook because he’s when he said he would come home late.
But, you went into a wrong time. You went inside and saw his ex pulling his hair while making out. Before you saw that he pushed her away, you slammed the door and ran from the building. “y/n!” He called and chased you, “wait, I didn’t kiss her!” He yelled. You didn’t want to here him and went inside the bus, “go!” You said.
Jungkook stroked his head frustrated (damn, imagine him in suit doing frustrated face. He’s hot). “Damn it!”
author’s note: i just want to thank @themadkingx for proof-reading this for me! i’ve been talking to her for a couple of days and she’s so sweet! also thank you @sarcasticallystilinski for the gif! (not my gif)
A/N: Honestly this was really good in my mind but then I started writing it and it turned out really bad… Like I have no idea where this was going and where the hell my good ending went… I’m sorry guys…. I’m not as good as I once was… this is terrible, I’m so ashamed to post this…
— Fuck!” Those were the last two things that had come out of your mouth when you felt the sharp arrow pierce your abdomen. You let out a mix between a scream and a yelp as you instinctively reached to where the arrow was. Blood had already begun to surround the area.
The assassins had caught everybody off guard and even though with the help of Satomi’s pack the deadpool assassins still had a greater number. You had been helping Carrie, a member of Satomi’s pack, escape but now you had lost sight of here.
“Carrie?!” You called out, but there was no reply. You knew what that meant, either she had kept going without you, or you weren’t the only one who had gotten shot. You couldn’t wait around any longer though or the next arrow would be aimed for your head, and you weren’t fond of loosing that just yet, even if your guilt to leave her behind was eating you alive. “Shit..” you muttered as you began to grasp onto the shaft of the arrow to yank it out.
No matter how fast you ripped the arrow out it was going to hurt, and it did, quite a lot. You couldn’t help but let out a yell as you finally got the end out and you could feel tears swelling in your eyes. Although you have healing abilities the wound didn’t close and the blood still continued to slowly spill. “Fuck, not now, why aren’t I healing?” You whisper in the most panicked tone over, but you knew that the assassins weren’t going to wait for you to bleed out, you still needed to get out of there.
As you finally made it out, the loss of blood had finally begun to get to you. Blood had coated and seeped through your shirt, and it covered your hands. You hadn’t intended on slowing down but you did once your vision blurred a little and you had to lean on the outside wall for support. You put your bloodied hands back on the wound, hoping the pressure would keep it from bleeding.
You could see blurred figures approaching with fast paces in the distance but too blurred to make out who it could be. You continued to walk towards them with one hand against the wall; no longer caring who it was — you just wanted the pain to end at this point — you called out to them, “Scott? Brett? Please, I don’t care who you are just make it go away.”
You couldn’t tell if it was from the blood loss or from the tears that wouldn’t stop falling from your eyes that was making your vision even worse. Your hands were wet and stained with blood, it would take some very good scrubbing to get it off; the blood was tinted black, maybe the arrow was laced with wolfsbane. Your sweater which had once been white was not so white and new anymore, and would never return that way. At some point your eyes had changed from their normal color to the signature glowing gold of a beta werewolf.
This night was by fair the worst you’ve ever experienced and you were beginning to think it would also be the last night you’ve ever experienced, but by luck or maybe even some cruel fate it wasn’t. As you finally collapsed from pure exhaustion and from the pain you were in, you heard Brett’s voice. “Scott! Scott over here — she’s over here!”
You faded in and out of consciousness, but when you felt a familiar presence right next to you, your eyes drifted back open and you swore that you could feel yourself smile. “It’s going to be alright Y/N.” Your eyes landed on Scott first but then moved to Brett who was there keeping pressure on your wound.
“S-Scott..” You faintly cried out and he gave you a pitiful heartbreaking smile in return as he took a hold of your hand with both of his and grasped it.
“I’m right here, Y/N. You’ll be okay, you’re going to heal.” He tells you in a forced calm tone but you could still here the worry and panic in his words. The warmth of Scott’s hands soothed you and you started to feel comfortable as you watched him begin to take the pain away. You saw his veins begin to turn black and your heart broke as you watched him go through the same pain, it was written all over his face. Although the wound had stopped bleeding and you could feel your healing abilities finally working once again, you felt like you had been shot all over again after watching Scott bear the pain for you.