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themotherofhorses · 5 months

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paloma: first meeting

— simon "ghost" riley x oc!silentdove reyes.

summary: he's not annoyed, per se, but ghost is just not really in the mood to chit-chat with the american airman scurrying around the base. at best, he tolerates them.

(or the first exchange between ghost and his montanan woman.)

warnings: none, aside from explicit language.

note: okay, so despite this being an obvious OC-insert series, i invite anyone and everyone to read it :D this is actually my first time tackling an OC-insert fanfic (as well as writing ghost) so im still trying to get the rhythm of things.

dividers by: @saradika

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[2021]

Simon Riley won’t ever admit it — never aloud, anyway — but every time he steps foot on American soil, he feels more akin to a wolf draped in sheep’s clothing.

In his mind, he sticks out like a sore thumb. He is not a hero, really; unlike the lot teetering around the military base he is currently stationed at for the next five or so weeks, he is less flesh and blood, and more a phantom. Or something along those lines. Actually, that could explain why there is such little traffic aimed his way. But he doesn’t particularly care. His schedule lacks the room to voice any complaints.

Right now, his main concern is doing his job, and doing it right.

Two weeks back, Price had him fishing out his passport tucked away inside his bedside table. “Fancy a two month getaway to the States?” Great Falls, Montana, to be exact. High west, nearing the border of Canada, and surrounded by land he’s only ever seen in those silly ass spaghetti western movies.

The view is nice, he’ll admit. Beautiful, even. Exhilarating. He now understands why they refer to Montana as “Big Sky Country.”

Malmstrom is much smaller than he imagined, and homier too. The Air Force base is nestled within the city’s east side, offering its own museum and park. He’s quite grateful for the latter; the trails allow for his nighttime walks when the nightmares prove too shitty to sleep.

Great Falls is pretty as well. Price would like it, maybe Garrick too. He knows the two are big on history, and almost every inch of the city is drenched with some memory belonging to the old frontier days.

Upon arriving, the yanks provided him with his own private office, housed in the back of the 341st logistics readiness squadron. It’s nothin’ fancy, really, just a wee room furnished with a dark mahogany desk, two windows, a steel cabinet, the Montana flag to his left, and the American to his right.

Again, he’s not one to complain. Something’s something.

Earlier, one of the higher-up airmen, a Staff Sergeant Benson (he believes is the name), had handed him a folder jam-packed with a shit ton of mission statements — logistics, strategic planning, reports of previous global concerns, and reviews of the base’s Minuteman III intercontinental ballistic missile. All the documents are dated in a time range varying between two months ago to 0800 this morning.

In the back of his mind, he can already hear Price chuckling.

“Have fun, Simon.”

Bloody bastard.

So now, Ghost sits hunched over the desk, feeling a little too damn big for it. All the paperwork is strewn about messily around him, with sticky notes, a pen, and some other random shit of his. No one has yet to visit him; until that happens, he feels little need to remain organized.

His boot taps against the floor. “—Initial efforts to clean polychlorinated biphenyls (PCBs) from launch facilities at Malmstrom AFB are ongoing but seeing success…” Ghost reads under his breath. PCBs? That’s nice to hear.

“...after PCBs were detected on surfaces in launch facilities at all three of the command’s missile wings.”

PCBs. Polychlorinated biphenyls — man-made and highly toxic, consisting of carbon, hydrogen, and chlorine atoms. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he flips onto the next page.

“We know they’re present on what appears to be otherwise pristine surfaces, due to the survey—”

—a sudden knock interrupts his reading.

With a curse on his tongue, Ghost sets down the report. He quicks a sneaking glance at his watch. 1342 hours. He’s due in a meeting at 1700.

“Come in.” His voice sounds low and raspy, the two words sounding more like a growl than a greeting. He’s not annoyed, per se, but Ghost is just not really in the mood to chit-chat with the American airmen scurrying around the base. At best, he tolerates them.

(In his mind, they’re all little Graves, ready to stir up a headache.)

The door slowly cracks open.

“Lieutenant Riley?” A female voice calls out — soft and cautious; Ghost’s chin drops against his knuckles. “Apologies for the disruption, sir, but I have some additional paperwork I need to drop off with you, at the request of my superior.” He grunts, and the airman then steps into his office, quickly shutting the door behind her before meeting his eyes.

It is entirely unlike him, Ghost knows, but his brain almost short-circuits right then and there. Two dark brown eyes, framed by thick lashes, peering up at him. Shit. He’d always thought brown was such a pretty eye color on a woman, but hers stretched further across common compliments.

Both of ‘em — they held no animosity, no uneasiness or fear, nothing.

That, itself, is quite fucking bizarre. He’s not used to that.

Ghost is .... well, Ghost. He knows the mask he is always donning on his face isn't exactly a sign of welcomeness. Just his mere presence is enough to startle the living shit out of rookies, baby recruits, wide-eyed sergeants, and the like. There is something inherently unnerving when you are unable to get a good reading of the person you're standing across from.

She’s brave, he thinks. Or merely oblivious to who he is.

“Here you go, sir,” the airman says while placing the packet of new documents down on his desk. Her lips are shaped prettily, plump and shining with a fresh layer of gloss, and across her nose is a splatter of faint freckles. Under a different circumstance, maybe he would’ve taken the time to try and count them all.

Ghost swallows hard, incapable (for what feels like the first time in his life) of mustering up an appropriate reply. “Ah, thank you, ma’am.”

The airman's brow lifts.

“Reyes,” she then corrects him with a kind smile, gesturing to the name badge sitting above her right chest pocket. Sure enough, in bold military lettering, reads Reyes. “My name is Senior Airman SilentDove Reyes. I am actually a cryptologic linguist analyst here on base; but sometimes I run errands for others, when not needed for a translation, of course.”

There is a slight chirp in her voice that Ghost picks up, along with the way she casually rocks back and forth on her feet. She seems awfully young, no older than 22, possibly 23, but even that's cutting it; a kid, compared to him. Maybe 5'7, with dark hair pulled back into two tight braids that fall at her belted waistline.

A stark contrast compared to him.

He's oddly curious now — about her age and first name and those long braids and why she stands before him, calm, collected, and sure — but he knows damn well this is not the time nor place for any questions. Both of them are on the clock, and it is likely she’ll need to report back to her supervisor soon.

He offers her a curt nod. “Well, thank you again, Reyes,” he states, keeping his voice flat.

“You are welcome, sir.” She turns to leave, but when her hand latches onto the doorknob, Reyes glances over her shoulder at him, “—oh, and Lieutenant? If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

–

The successful cleaning came after a bioenvironmental team at Malmstrom AFB …. Malmstrom AFB .. consulted with engineers and ….. and medical experts on the cleaning …. cleaning processes and–

–and agents most likely to effectively remove the chemicals….

He knows his mind is wandering off, in desperate search of that pretty senior airman from fifteen minutes ago. “Bloody fucking hell,” Ghost grumbles, leaning back in his chair. His head lolls back as he blinks upward, studying the ceiling overhead. The texture is popcorn, a creamy color, with a simple fan jutting down. One light bulb, probably a recent replacement.

Fuck. He doesn’t need this shit. Not one bit.

Five more weeks and he’ll be gone from here.

Ghost rechecks his watch, feeling a bit peeved at the time. 1411. He has several more hours until he can leave all this work shit behind for the evening, and maybe catch a short walk before hunkering down for the night. He doesn’t like sitting down for too long; it causes him to become restless. Agitated. Overthinking.

He doesn’t want distractions. He doesn’t need ‘em. Distractions ruin work ethic; clouding up the mind while fucking up all sense of responsibility. Price will have his ass if he – somehow – becomes compromised. And he'll never hear the end of it from Johnny.

Settling back into the paperwork, he decides that he won’t allow himself another second thinking about all that – the American airman and her pretty brown eyes and high cheekbones and first name.

Something tells him that’s easier said than done.

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polarisedpunkzine · 1 year

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VOLUME 3 PEOPLE!!!

Sorry this one was so late,school is beating the shit outta me man T-T

Shout out to @just1pepsi and his friends for making such a cool zine !

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walker33961 · 11 months

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________________________________________________________________________

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK - TF - 141, CIA

TRADECRAFT

AMSTERDAM

29 OCT 2022 0800

________________________________________________________________________

*After 1 hour*

*in the cafe area, normal light crowd*

*members in disguise*

Price :

Bravo - 6 to Watcher - 1 , In position at the cafe

2 table at my 3 o'clock , 1 cartel, 1 Iranian.

Laswell :

How cozy. ..

. .What are they up to?

Price :

Conducting a transaction.

Laswell :

Electronically.

Price :

Affirm.

Gaz :

They're paying the cartel for something...

Laswell :

Let's figure out what...

Gaz :

Security?

Price :

Several.

Gaz :

I'll deal with them.

Price :

Well, don't take all the fun, eh?

Gaz :

Copy - Comin' your way now.

- Laswell hands over a syringe to Gaz...

Gaz : Poison?

Laswell :

Non - lethal. It'll take 'em out of commission.

Gaz :

CIA shit...

Laswell :

Welcome to my world..

...Use the needle on the guards and we roll up our cartel friend...

Gaz :

And you?

Laswell :

Exfil. Say when.

Gaz : Roger That..

..........

....................

Laswell :

0-6 , sitrep?

Price :

Talking timeline.

Laswell :

When are they moving?

Price :

Tonight.

Laswell :

Stay on 'em - We need to know what it is and where it's going.

Price :

Copy.

Laswell :

Hold up.

... 2 cartel guards. End of the bridge.

Gaz :

Got a visual.

Laswell :

Keep your weapons concealed.

... Let's see if they split up.

....

Okay , one's leaving.

Price :

Heading my way.

Laswell :

I'll tail him.

Gaz :

I'll take one at the bridge.

Laswell :

Moving.

- Gaz went near one guard and stabbed the syringe in the enemies stomach , pushing him to make him sit in the bench aside..

Gaz :

Woah - easy mate.

.. One too many, huh?

.. Guard's down. Bridge is clear.

Laswell :

Good work. Regroup on me.

Price :

Watcher - 1 ...

The cargo is human - one VIP, bound for the US.

Laswell :

Who, John?

Price :

Major Hassan Zyani.

Laswell :

Christ. That means he's in Mexico.

Gaz :

Means there's time to stop him.

Laswell :

We need to roll up our cartel friend for a talk, now.

Gaz :

What's the call?

There's guards all over him.

Price :

We haven't scouted the area. There could be more guards.

Laswell :

There's no time to case the area, John.

Laswell :

We need a distraction.

Price :

I've got something

.. Meet at the cafe, Gaz.

- Gaz went over to Price's location, Gets near him and price orders him to take something from his hands, under the table.

Gaz :

The bloody hell is this?

Price :

Decoy grenade.

.. It'll work.

Get back to Laswell, Let's kick this off.

Laswell :

Down the alley.

When panic starts to spread, that's when the cartel moves him.

Price :

That's where I come in.

Laswell :

On you , Gaz.

- Gaz throws off the bomb on a garbage storage

Gaz :

Goin' lound in 3..

Laswell :

Gaz , the guards are incoming. Take one, I'll get the other.

Gaz :

Rog.

Laswell :

Now, Sergeant.

- A Cartel guard came over, Gaz took his chance and pushed the formula down the side of his shoulder.

Gaz :

Guards are down. Heading your way , Cap.

Price :

Make it fast!

Laswell :

I'll secure exfil.

Gaz :

Meet you at the bridge.

Price :

I'm moving - in!

- Price hitting the target..

Price :

Shut your mouth. Follow me.

.. Watcher 1 package secure. Heading your way.

Laswell :

Copy.

Gaz :

Cartel! Behind us!

Price :

Cover sergeant!

- After taking down the threats, price takes down the target on the floor, Gaz pushed the syringe but his Capt's order. Both carry him to Laswell's car...

Laswell :

Nice work.

Gaz :

You too.

Laswell :

We need to find where they're moving Hassan and intercept him.

Price :

We'll wake him up and have a little chat.

Gaz :

How do we know he'll talk?

Laswell :

I can be very persuasive...

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shirorinyuaaru · 3 years

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A Soldier’s Countenance

Chapter 4 - Of Synchronicity and Desire

You should have known laying your feelings on the table would lead to something deeper. A relationship hidden in the shadows, desire thinly cloaked behind pretense, Levi has to make a decision.

Maintain control or throw caution to the wind.

This chapter is 18+ for graphic content

If you want to know my inspo for this chapter, listen to Bang by Armchair Cynics.

Training Grounds 0630 Hours

Levi’s Squad was becoming suspicious of the dynamic change between you and the Captain. Since returning from your week of helping Hange with her strange experiments, it was almost as if you and Levi danced around each other. Regardless of the increased space between the two of you, Mikasa was especially aware of the gentle gazes you awarded each other when no one was watching. Furthermore, when you sparred with Captain Levi there was a level of synchronicity not previously present. Instead of the tense atmosphere they had witnessed the last time you made the - stupid - decision to challenge your raven-haired superior, there was an air of mutual respect and intense focus.

It was obvious you still had an edge when it came to hand-to-hand combat, but what could the others expect when you spent almost your every waking moment at Levi’s side? From training in the morning, attending to your duties as his assistant, and extra practice at night alongside Mikasa and Eren, you had excelled.

Today was no different than any other; it started with twenty laps around the green, 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, an ungodly number of squats, and ODM gear practice. Once again you were ending with sparring. Krista had finally recovered from the injury you had unintentionally given her and had switched partners to Sasha to avoid another incident. That left you to either take on Mikasa, Eren, or Captain Levi if you were feeling especially daring.

For now, Levi had paired you with Mikasa. He looked to you both as excellent examples of proper technique, sometimes stopping the others to have them observe a specific set of moves that you had both previously executed. He could scarcely hide the pride that shone in his stormy eyes when he watched you hold your own regardless of who you were pitted against; it was difficult to keep the stony expression he wore on a day-to-day basis.

Mine. That’s mine, he would appreciate silently. Never once did he have to doubt your strength or worry of possible injuries on your behalf.

That didn’t mean you came out of sparring practice unscathed, however. It was common for you to show up to Levi’s office with his morning cup of tea, new bruises lining your arms and, once in a while, your cheek or jaw. This was especially true when you faced off against Mikasa, who never held back. You were rather gleeful whenever you got to face her, regardless of the injuries you were sure to receive - it just meant you were both pushing yourselves to the brink.

In your usual fashion, you utilized your legs more than your arms when taking on your onyx-haired colleague. You found it easier to land a blow if you kept a reasonable distance from her. Whenever you got close, she would manage to land a solid punch or worse - throw you over her shoulder and onto the ground. It was more difficult for her to grapple you if you went in for a well-placed kick due to the speed you moved at.

“I think you’re going easy on me, Mikasa.” You teased, eyeing her movements carefully.

Mikasa’s lip quirked up ever-so-slightly, mirth filling her expression. “When have I ever gone easy on you, Y/N?”

“I don’t know - the last time we sparred I distinctly remember winning.”

“So you admit that the only way you can win is if I go easy on you.”

“No, but it definitely wasn’t a very satisfying win. Too focused on Eren?” You teased.

She blushed slightly, her small smile turning into a frown. “What about you? Seems like you’re pretty keen on observing the Captain lately.”

You moved towards her with caution, considering your chances of landing a kick to her knees to knock her off balance, not responding.

“Oi Brats, less chatting more ass-kicking.” Levi barked at you, crossing his arms impatiently.

He received no response from you either. Nor did he hear one from your agile partner.

It seemed your good-natured teasing only stoked the fire building in Mikasa. Your sparring session ended with you on your ass, arm painfully twisted behind you. “Jesus, Mikasa, I yield,” you hissed, hyper-aware of the throbbing in your shoulder.

She released you with a satisfied smirk, stepping away. “Just so you know, I plan to win tomorrow too.”

“I expect nothing less,” you grumbled, rubbing your arm and soothing your damaged ego.

“Hit the showers, Brats. You look disgusting.” Levi remarked, dismissing you all with a wave. However, before you could join the others you felt a gentle tug on your wrist. “Wait.”

You quirked an eyebrow, turning to gaze into the slate-gray eyes you came to adore. “What is it, Captain?”

“Come with me. I need you to take some documents over to Erwin.”

You were distinctly aware of the observant eyes glancing at you as they made their way back to the barracks. “Right now? I’m pretty sure you don’t want me stepping into your office smelling like shit, Captain Levi. What if I dirty your floors again?”

“Oi, Cadets keep walking! Eyes forward!” Levi boomed, watching the other members of his squad scurry away at his demand. He made sure they were out of earshot before continuing.

“You can shower in my room.”

You practically choked on your own breath. “I’m sorry?”

“Dammit Y/N, you aren’t deaf. You can shower in my room.”

“What about a change of clothes?”

“We’re the same size. Wear something of mine.”

Needless to say, you weren’t used to the forward nature Levi was presenting to you. You almost wondered if he had an ulterior motive, but shook the thought aside. “Alright, I’ll go with you.”

—

Levi’s Office 0800 Hours

You were both uncharacteristically quiet as he led you through the door separating his office from his private quarters. While you weren’t unfamiliar with being there, the last time you had set foot in his bathroom was when you injured your hands scrubbing his floor.

“Go ahead and start the shower, Y/N. I’ll bring you a towel and something to wear.”

You felt your face flush and cleared your throat, “I’d be naked.”

“And?”

“And your shower door is glass, Levi.” You hissed, pressing your cool hands to your cheeks in a desperate attempt to soothe the burning of your skin.

Levi smirked, slowly backing you into the door to the bathroom. “Is that a problem? Are you telling me after the daring lecture you gave me the other day you’ve suddenly decided to go shy on me?”

The burning sensation afflicting you only worsened as he placed his arms on either side of you, pinning you in place. “That’s - I - I don’t even know what we are . How am I supposed to calmly let you into the room when I’m fully exposed to you?” You muttered, trying to avoid his intense gaze by turning your head away.

“What do you want to be?” He murmured, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

“I’m more interested in your answer, Brat.”

“I -” you huffed in irritation, frustrated that your body was betraying you in more ways than one when you desperately wanted a clear mind. “I want to be - I want to be the person you turn to at night when you need a break. I want to be the person providing you comfort after a particularly rough expedition. I want to be the reason you come home,” you whispered.

“What I’m trying to say, Levi, is I want to be yours.”

Levi sucked in a breath, pink dusting his cheeks. It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected you to be forward with your answer - he just was unprepared for the intimate sincerity he detected in your voice. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke.

“We’d have to keep it secret, at least for a while.”

“I know.”

“Not everyone is going to take kindly to a relationship between you and me.”

“I’m aware.”

“And when all is said and done, are you prepared for the possible fallout that comes with - eventually - going public?”

“Are you?”

Amusement shown in Levi’s piercing eyes. “I don’t think I’ll know until it happens.”

“That’s how I feel.” You paused, glancing at your captain carefully. “Is this what you want? I don’t want a decision being made one-sidedly, Levi.”

He was silent for a moment, contemplating his answer. When push came to shove, he never was very good at expressing his feelings with the candor you were capable of.

For you, that moment felt like an eternity.

“Levi?”

He gently rested his head on your shoulder, steadying his breathing. “You know I’m fucking terrible at this.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that I need an answer.”

“Right.”

More silence.

“I want to try it,” he said after a while, “I’d probably never stop beating myself up if I didn’t at least see where this went, especially after I drank a fucking glass of whiskey just to be able to be honest with you.”

You carefully lifted your hand to caress his cheek, keenly aware of the way he tensed under your touch. “If that’s the case, I’d like - um - I’d like for you to join me.” You cursed yourself for the wavering in your voice, wanting to seem confident for the both of you.

Levi’s head shot up so fast you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had given himself whiplash. His eyes were wide and he gaped at you openly. “I’m sorry, did I hear you right? You want me to fucking join you? In the shower?”

“I mean - you normally take a shower after training anyway and I figure this would be faster…” you trailed off, running a hand through your h/l h/c hair. “You don’t have to, but if you’re going to see me naked anyway I don’t exactly see a problem with us both being in the shower.”

“The difference is that you’d see me naked too, Y/N.”

“And?”

“And,” he huffed, standing up straight. “I don’t know if I can control myself being that close to you in that situation, regardless of if you smell like shit.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You said it first, not me.”

“Are you going to join me or not?”

“I - fuck - are you even listening? What if I jump you in the goddamn shower?” Levi hissed, glaring at you.

You quirked your brow at him, crossing your arms. “I’m not exactly a blushing bride, Levi. I’ve done…things.”

“You haven’t done things with me.”

“Not yet.”

“Not y- Jesus Christ.”

“If you don’t want to then just say so. I’m not about to take offense to it.” You replied evenly, trying desperately to calm your rapid heartbeat. “We can take it slow.”

“I…wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“So?”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“You’re lucky I’m not making you beg,” came your sly remark.

How the fuck does she go from shy and quiet as a mouse to a bold, teasing brat with the snap of her fingers?

Regardless of his surprise at your confident change of tone, he couldn’t let your challenge go unanswered. After all, he was a sore loser. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who should make you beg, Y/N. After all, I fully intended to bend you over my desk the other day.”

“I’ll ask you one more time. Are you joining me?”

“I can’t exactly say no when you act like such a confident Brat now, can I?”

—

Levi realized rather quickly that Y/N liked her showers hot - if the steam billowing from the bathroom indicated anything - as he gathered towels and clothes for the both of them.

“Oi, you better not be wasting all of the hot water in your masochistic attempt to burn yourself alive.” He called, only half-kidding.

“Maybe if you hurried up that wouldn’t be a problem.” You responded cheekily, folding your dirty clothes and setting them to the side. Though it was you who made the bold declaration that you should shower together, you couldn’t help but be nervous. You didn’t hate your body per-se, but the scars that riddled your skin like rough strokes of paint on a canvas gave you pause. It meant you had survived countless encounters with death, that you were a soldier with experience, but you couldn’t ignore the wistful desire for clear, unmauled skin.

“I’m coming,” Levi grumbled, “don’t get your shorts in a bunch, Cadet.”

“I can’t - I’m not wearing any.”

Levi could hear the shit-eating grin in your voice and snorted, pushing aside the nervousness knotting his stomach. “Last chance to back out. I’m outside the door.”

The silent question did not go unheard by you. Is this okay? The gentle concern he showed you in private made your heart swell.

You took a final, resolute breath. “You can come in.”

The moment he crossed the threshold and first laid eyes on you, he was sure his heart stopped beating. Levi swallowed thickly, his eyes growing cloudy as he took in the sight before him. Your skin glowed gently in the light of the room, your scars shining proudly as if like lightning in the middle of a storm. A delicate dusting of pink was present on your cheeks, which you tried to hide with your confident stance, head held high.

“Will you be joining me, or do you just plan to stand there while the water goes cold?”

“Can’t I admire what’s in front of me for a second without your nagging?” He deadpanned, sarcasm evident in the dry tone of his voice.

“Not if I can’t admire you mutually.”

Levi wasn’t completely unfamiliar with intimacy when it came to the bedroom, but his knowledge was limited to one-night stands to scratch an itch. Letting down his walls and laying himself bare was foreign territory and led to pause. After a moment of hesitancy, overridden by the image of embracing you under the unremitting pressure of the water, he stripped.

You eyed him hungrily, unable to control your wandering gaze as Levi undressed. The first to go was his shirt, unbuttoned with the utmost care. With every flick of his wrist, a new expanse of skin was revealed to you. The scars that lined his porcelain skin only served to make him more alluring. Levi turned from you for a moment, wordlessly folding his shirt and placing it atop yours, before returning to his original position and unbuttoning the white pants of his uniform.

You wondered if his slow, purposeful movements were meant to tease you, your breath becoming more ragged with each one.

His eyes met yours, that vulnerable gaze returning. In one swift motion, he lay bare before you, stepping out of his pants soundlessly. Before you could speak, he moved towards you with the utmost care, ignoring the disorganized mess he left in his wake.

“You’re beautiful.” He breathed, cupping your cheek.

Your e/c eyes fluttered shut at his feather-light touch. “Not as beautiful as you,” came your stertorous response.

Levi swallowed thickly, motioning to the shower. “We should probably get in.”

“Right.”

After an instant of awkward shuffling, you both let out a groan of relief at the sensation of warm water pelting you both, as if washing away the nerves that threatened to burst forth from your hearts.

“Feels good,” you murmured, allowing the water to soothe your aching muscles as you set to removing the sweat and grime from your skin.

Levi only grunted in response, unable to tear his eyes from you. His hair clung to his face, obscuring his perfect view of the awe-inspiring sight in front of him. He knew he should start washing as well, but found it impossible to focus on the task.

Control yourself, his brain hissed.

“Levi?”

“What?” came his slightly surprised response as you jarred him from his trance.

“I asked if you’d like me to wash your hair.” The innocence in your voice only spurred him on more, so instead of a response, you got a strangled noise and a nod.

With a tender caress of your hand, you turned him away from you and lathered the shampoo in your hands. He reveled in the feeling of your fingers gently scratching his scalp as you worked the soap into his hair, letting out a relieved sigh.

The feeling of his body under your ministrations caused your heart to constrict painfully in your chest. Wondering how much you could get away with, you pressed yourself against his back, gently pushing his head towards the water.

“You can rinse it out,” you said breathlessly, beginning to feel a familiar warmth building in your core.

“Y/N what are you doing?”

“Helping you get clean.”

“No,” he continued, trying desperately to focus on the task of washing out the shampoo, “what are you doing pressed up against me like that?”

Don’t lose control.

“Is it too much?” You breathed, wrapping your arms around him to feel his chest daringly.

“It is if you expect me to keep myself in check.” He asserted, grabbing one of your hands in a vice grip.

Don’t. Lose. Control.

“What if I don’t want you to?”

That was all it took to snap the thin threads keeping Levi from his desire to absolutely wreck you . He whipped around and pinned your hands to the wall before you could react, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. It was a fierce battle of teeth and tongues; you fought against his hold as best as you could, the desire to tangle your hands in his hair impossible to ignore.

His grip on your wrists only tightened as he ground his hips against yours. Levi was in charge of the pace, and he’d be damned if he let you take it from him.

“I’m going to leave you a writhing mess, Y/N.” He growled, his voice hoarse.

You could only let out a moan in response, grinding against his hardening cock. You wanted to feel him - all of him. You wanted to know what his tongue felt like on your pussy, how his fingers felt as they teased your clit, and how full you would be with him bottomed-out inside of you.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Levi, fuck, I-” you keened, biting your lip.

“I can’t hear you, Cadet.” was his demanding reply.

“Please, Captain, let me touch you - let me taste you.”

He released the bruising grip on you immediately, his normally gray eyes black and clouded with lust. You pushed him back by his hips, giving yourself room to get on your knees in front of him. Eye-level with his twitching length, you licked your lips greedily. With a fleeting glance at Levi, you wrapped your hand around him and pumped in a teasingly slow rhythm.

Levi sucked in a breath, his hands tangling in your h/l locks. It was taking all of his self-restraint not to shove your pretty little mouth onto his throbbing member. Luckily he didn’t have to wait for the blessed feeling of your tongue long.

“Levi, you’re so perfect.” you hummed, licking him from base to tip, swirling your tongue around his head before swallowing him down. You could taste the salty, heady flavor of his precum as you took him as deeply as you could. It only served to spur you on more; your mind was clouded with lust and a desire to please.

He hissed, his head slamming into the shower wall behind him.

“Fuck, Y/N… How are you so good with that pretty little mouth of yours?”

His praise was music to your ears, and your only response was to bob your head rhythmically, forcing yourself to take more of his cock with each forward motion. Before long he was an absolute mess, panting and writhing under your touch.

“Stop - Stop.” He breathed, pulling you off of him. “I won’t be able to keep my promise to ruin you if you keep going.”

“I think I ruined you instead.” You challenged, licking your lips seductively.

“Oh, Love,” he purred, the pet name making you squirm, “you have no idea what I plan to do to you.”

Grabbing the soap next to him, he motioned for you to stand, lathering his hands.

“First, I’m going to clean that filthy body of yours from head to toe. Then I’m going to taste that delectable pussy of yours and fuck you with my mouth till you’re begging for release.” His hands moved purposefully against your skin as he washed off the remnants of the day. You were painfully aware of his desire to tease you as he massaged your torso, avoiding your breasts entirely.

“Levi, please…”

“Please what, Y/N?”

“Please touch me.” You begged, reaching for his hand.

He pulled away from you immediately, leaving you cold and wanting. “I thought I taught you patience during our training - I’ll touch you where I want when I want. You’ll just have to be good for me and wait.”

You whined, fisting your hands at your sides and shutting your eyes, willing yourself to stay still for him.

“Good girl - You’re so good for me.” He purred, resuming his ministrations.

Levi washed you at a painfully slow pace, making good on his promise to clean every single part of you. With each motion of his hands, you could feel yourself getting wetter. Frankly, you were so wet you weren’t sure if you were dripping or if it was just the water cascading over your skin. Regardless, he still hadn’t touched you where you desperately wanted to, obviously leaving your breasts and core for last.

“Are you ready, Love?” He murmured in your ear, the desire in his voice evident. “You’ve been so patient - so good. I’m going to reward you for your efforts.”

Before you could respond he began massaging your breasts, pinching at your nipples and tugging them gently. The stimulation made your knees week and you struggled to keep yourself upright, settling for leaning back against Levi’s chest for support.

“Does that feel good, Y/N?”

“Yes, Levi - fuck - it feels so fucking good.”

“You can barely stand; I wonder what’ll happen when I finally taste you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the sultry tone of his voice driving you insane. “Please. Please, Levi - Babe I’ve been so patient. I need you.”

Levi chuckled and pressed a kiss to your neck. “Do you want me to give you what you want?”

“Yes.”

He turned you to face him, kissing you again - his love for you evident in every movement. As quickly as it began, it was over. Levi knelt between your legs, quirking an eyebrow at you as if asking for permission once more.

You nodded enthusiastically, gently threading your fingers in his raven-colored hair.

Satisfied with your consent, he leaned in, licking your slit experimentally. The loud moan you released echoed against the walls, spurring him on. He took your hips in a bruising grip, burying himself in your folds and relishing in the sweet taste of your slick. He lapped at your folds enthusiastically, reveling in every sound you made.

You sounded more divine than all of the music in the world.

It took all of your willpower to stay standing when he sucked on your clit with fervor, his index and middle fingers finding your opening and sliding in with ease. He pumped them in a slow, purposeful rhythm, taking his time to stretch you. Levi was well-aware that you could probably take him right then with how aroused you were, but he desperately wanted to draw this out.

I want to burn this into my memory - How she feels. How she makes me feel. How I can ruin her so easily.

“Jesus, please Levi, I need to feel you. I want to feel you.”

How could he deny you when you asked so sweetly?

He removed himself from between your legs after a final kiss to your labia, his longing gaze finding yours. Levi stood, backing you against the wall of the shower and lifting your right leg to rest on his hip. He lined himself up with your opening and let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Is this okay, Y/N?”

“Yes,” you breathed, looking at Levi lovingly.

“There isn’t any going back from this.”

“I know.”

“You’re really sure?”

“It sounds like you’re trying to talk yourself out of it more than me, Levi.” You chucked, cupping his cheek with your hand. “Do you want to stop? We can stop.”

“No.” He assured, biting his lip, “I just want to make sure you’re ready.”

“I’m more than ready.”

That was all the reassurance he needed. He slid into you with one fluid motion, taking a minute to savor the feeling of your tight walls against his cock.

You both let out a quiet moan, Levi’s grip on you tightening as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The feeling of him deep inside of your pussy was absolutely divine . You were so full, so satisfied just reveling in the sensation of you both being one. He felt amazing.

It felt as though you were perfectly made for each other.

After a moment to collect himself, Levi willed himself to move. He tried desperately to maintain a cadence with his thrusts, but it was becoming more difficult with each gasp and moan you released. He was well aware of the sharp sting of your nails clawing at his shoulders - it only served to make it more difficult to keep in control.

It was as if you could read his mind when you responded, “Let go, Levi. Just let go.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement.

His hips snapped forward with reckless abandon. Levi thrust into you roughly, his nails digging into your leg that he held against himself.

Mine. Mine. All fucking mine .

With each powerful thrust he gave, you began losing yourself in the splendor. The familiar tightness of an impending orgasm made itself known and you tried to tell him between frenzied breaths.

“Levi - I - Fuck - I’m gonna - Please I want to cum .”

“God - Yes - Fuck Y/N cum for me. Cum for me, Love. I want to see you unravel.” Levi growled, feeling his own impending release surface as you clenched around him.

By now his thrusts were absolutely brutal - no measured tempo to be found. It was frantic, carnal, desperate desire to finish that guided his motions. He wanted you to scream for him. He wanted you to come undone in his arms - all for him.

He never said he wasn’t selfish.

It wasn’t long before you saw stars.

“Levi!” You yelled, digging your nails into his back and drawing blood as you came. Your body shook with the power of your orgasm, only being held up by the firm, steadying grip Levi had on you. He didn’t stop his ministrations, leaving you overstimulated and begging for him.

He had succeeded in ruining you.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m going to cum” Levi hissed, his head falling into the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Cum on me, Levi. Cum for me.” You said breathlessly, wanting him to feel just as good as you did when he orgasmed.

With a final stroke, Levi pulled out of you and jerked himself to completion, cumming all over your stomach and hips. Spurred on by the intense sensation of his orgasm, he bit into your neck, hoping to leave his mark on you.

You both slumped onto the floor of the shower, holding each other and trying to collect yourselves.

“I love you, Levi.” You murmured, pressing your head to his chest.

Levi wrapped his arms around you gently, hoping to prolong this moment with you as long as possible.

“I love you too.”

The water in the shower had long grown cold.

Neither of you seemed to notice.

#levi x reader #levixreader #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyoujin #attack on titan #yall ready for smutty smut smut?

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Mental Health Resources:

Mental Illness Happy Hour Podcast, i especially recommend using their search box for finding specific topics, and using the forum to chat about mental health stuff, the surveys are fantastic as well

DEPRESSION

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-SUICIDE (2433) – Can use in US, U.K., Canada and Singapore

Suicide Crisis Line: 1-800-999-9999

National Suicide Prevention Helpline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255)

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National Child Abuse Helpline: 1-800-422-4453

National Domestic Violence Crisis Line: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

National Domestic Violence Hotline (TDD): 1-800-787-32324

Center for the Prevention of School Violence: 1-800-299-6504

Child Abuse Helpline: 1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453)

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Panic Disorder Information and Support: 1-800-64-PANIC (1-800-647-2642)

TalkZone (Peer Counselors): 1-800-475-TALK (1-800-475-2855)

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National AIDS Helpline: (UK Only) 0800 567 123

Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous www.slaafws.org

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spiffinly-corbee · 4 years

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❗️Swipe to reveal text and full illustration❗️ ‘Tears’ from the crocodile of your conscience: “You’re not really suicidal, you’re just fixated on making your friends and family suffer to question whether they actually cared... pathetic.” . Keep chatting shit Mr Croc and I’ll turn you into a fucking handbag. (I drew crocodiles for their “fake tears”, but I love crocs tho). . Okay but shall I talk seriously? Everyone has a “Mr Croc” at the back of their heads when they’re feeling at their lowest: a skeptic that degrades yourself and your deepest thoughts: “You’re not really sad, you’re just an attention seeker.” or “You’re not mentally ill enough so you don’t deserve help.” or “You shouldn’t call the suicide hotline, someone needs it more than you. Get over it.” Let me tell you real straight, these phrases are not true. It’s so easy to think less about your suffering and push it aside but you’re only on the way to ruin by doing so. Your thoughts, both good and bad, ARE VALID! Your tears and sadness are not fake... and you don’t need to pretend they’re fake to think less of your melancholy. It’s okay to be upset. It’s okay to get help and with the situations we’re facing in the world, it’s very easy to suffer alone but pull a strong face, knowing others are also suffering at the moment... take care of yourself too. . Hotlines: HopeLineUK: [Call: 0800 068 41 41] [Text: 07786 209 697] UK, Samaritans: 116 113 America [LIFELINE]: 1-800-273-TALK (8255) and 1-800-784-2433 I would honestly list all of them if I could in various countries but you can find them here: https://faq.whatsapp.com/en/android/28030010/ . There’s a hell of a lot of bad things going on recently, but don’t forget there is still good in this world. Check on your friends if you can, we’re all in this together. . . . #myart #art #illustrator #illustration #ink #inkart #inkartist #inkillustration #artsgram #instaart #artistsoninstagram #artistsofinstagram #smallartist #crocodile #inkdrawings #mentalhealth #suicideprevention #suicide #painting #traditionalart #originalcharacter #originalart #inkeddrawing #artofinstagram #dippen #winsorandnewton #alligator #ventart #sketch #reptilesofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CA0_A1ql0OU/?igshid=vezqfndk2eke

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jenlizrose · 5 years

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To all the people who suffer with crippling anxiety,

This time three years ago, the thought of getting on a bus alone terrified me so much it caused panic attacks. I know my town, I know my way around but the thought of doing anything alone was something I just could not wrap my head around.

This isn't something I usually talk about or discuss with people but I've been thinking about it and I wish someone would have told me that it WOULD get better.

Because believe me, it does and it will.

Three years later I am planning on going through a busy London airport and getting on my flight all by myself. Am I fucking terrified? Yes. Will I probably make myself sick with worry? Absolutely.

The thing is, that's exactly how I got this stage. You HAVE to push yourself out of your comfort zones and believe me I know how hard that is. I've sat in my bathroom and sobbed until my chest hurt at the thought of things that most people do everyday without a seconds thought, like going to my local shops.

I was so mad at myself, "why can't I just be normal?" "I am an embarrassment." All that dumb shit would go through my head. Now I realise that it's okay to not be 'normal' and that I am definitely not an embarrassment.

Anxiety is nothing to be ashamed of and so many people suffer terribly in silence. I want you all to know that there is help out there.

I am finally seeking it and I encourage you to do the same�� Let 2019 be the year that we take control of our mental health and improve ourselves and ALLOW ourselves to grow into the people we aspire to be!

Here are a list of helplines for anybody who may need them, you deserve to be happy:

Anxiety UK: 03444 775 774

CALM - (CALM is the Campaign Against Living Miserably, for men aged 15 to 35.): 0800 58 58 58.

Men's Health Forum: 24/7 stress support for men by text, chat and email. Website: www.menshealthforum.org.uk

Mind: Promotes the views and needs of people with mental health problems: 0300 123 3393.

No Panic: Voluntary charity offering support for sufferers of panic attacks and obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). Offers a course to help overcome your phobia/OCD. Includes a helpline: 0844 967 4848.

Samaritans: Confidential support for people experiencing feelings of distress or despair: 116 123.

(These are mainly UK so please feel free to add more universal helplines if you know of any♡)

#i have had gin #and am reflecting tonight #so #here you go i guess #if it helps one person it's worth it #tw: anxiety #tw: depression #tw: mental health #ooc #not rp #not hp

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brattykeith · 6 years

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Keith has an eating disorder. Lance has Keith on a schedule for different times through out the day. He can't eat three meals like the rest so Lance has him eat a little through out the day hoping sometime in the future Keith can eat three meals with no worry.

Okay, so I went up and did some research about eating disorders both in my textbook and online sources before writing this because I wanted to find a realistic reason as to why Keith would have an eating disorder (not revealed in this bit). I also wanted to write something more tame to kinda test the waters with my followers!

Lance’s phone alarm buzzed in his pocket mid him starting an IV in a patient. Shit, he hadn’t meant to take so long, but little old ladies had tiny veins that were hard to stick, and Ms. Gloria was a doll, but a tiny old doll.

Nonetheless Lance finished the IV and made sure Ms. Gloria was comfy before tugging off his gloves and tossing them in the trash. He was already pulling out his phone on his way out of the room, checking the time.

0657.

That meant that his shift was almost over (bless) and that soon he’d be heading home to see the love of his life. Speaking of which, Lance checked his messages, noticing that Keith had left him on Read for his last three messages.

1021: Hey baby, I’ll know you’ll be waking up soon. Hunk left some vegetarian lasagna in the fridge for us, I didn’t know zucchini could taste so good? I put some in your mini Tupperware bowl so please try to eat it at least some of it! Love you, see you @0800 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

0213: Checking in, there’s a baggie of sliced apples and pears in fridge, did you eat it? I’d call you but one of our patients just had an accident and I need to document sooooo much paperwork :’(

0452: Remember to take a break from your videogames to drink some water at least, okay? Maybe even some of that pineapple juice I bought the other day, it’s good

Lance sighed, pressing the call button and logging in at his terminal to getting some documenting done so he could get home on time. Keith didn’t answer, so Lance took a moment to switch to the Discord app and call Keith from there. Keith picked up on the third ring, his voice distracted.

“I heard shots from the South East. Shiro, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Matt’s coming with me to loot this warehouse, Keith head in from the North. Try to keep an eye on the car.” Shiro’s voice echoed in the group call.

“I’m on it.” Keith paused for a moment, before clearing his throat. “Hi, Lance. I’m streaming and you’re in group chat.” Keith warned and Lance rolled his eyes.

“Babe. It’s almost 7AM, who’s still watching?” Lance asked dryly. “Also doesn’t Shiro have a flower shop to open up in like...ten minutes with his darling wife?”

“Um.” Shiro said guiltily on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, but Shiro’s sleep schedule is fucked. Allura knows how to deal with him.” Keith reasoned, still sounding distracted. “I found a level 3 vest over here, and a level 2 helmet. You guys need it?”

“I’m good.” Matt replied. “Hi, Lance. How are things at the hospital?”

“As good as can be expected.” Lance answered, before refocusing back on Keith. “Babe, do me a favor and check what’s in our fridge? I need to see whether or not I have to stop by the store on the way home or not.”

There was a pause from Keith, meaning that he’d caught Lance’s subtle hint to actually grab a meal.

“I will after this game.” Keith finally said and Lance smiled to himself.

“Alright, I gotta go. I’ll text you when I’m leaving work, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, love you.”

“Love you too.”

#klance #anon #prompt #Anonymous

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ms-hells-bells · 4 years

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My mum says I read 'Liberal shit' and the throws her phone at my shoulder and still expects me to want to listen to her opinion. Um my shoulder says I won't

throwing objects at someone is assault. i assume you have some kind of case worker or similar social services contacts from the ordeal with your dad. see if you can talk to someone about it privately. they will not tell your mother if you ask them not to. if you don’t have a number, here’s a free uk youth advice/counselling line 0800 1111. if you go to the childline website, they have a bunch of resources, a promise of confidentiality, and instructions on how to hide the site or that you’ve visited it. you can also chat online to a counselor. https://www.childline.org.uk/get-support/contacting-childline/ even if nothing comes out of it and you choose not to do anything, just talking to someone is nice, since you’ve wanted to talk to a counselor for a while about anxiety and depression and stuff.

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12th October 2017

0500 and the alarm went off. Why do I have the most ridiculous ideas? Steve turned the alarm off and I had to wake myself up fast before I fell back to sleep. I got his cards and presents on the bed and gave him a cuddle. He sat up and started opening his cards. He got another present from his Nan and Grandad which was aftershave. Perfect timing as he has about an inch left of his Joop bottle! Next was my card and my stomach was doing turns. He read the card and at the bottom wrote "PS, get dressed - we're going SKYDIVING!!!!". His face dropped and he went, "What?". I said "Yeah, today. Get ready!". The first thing he said was "Oh, so I won't be able to go back to sleep?". Erm, no dear... He kept asking if it was a joke and whether I was going to work. I told him they were white lies. We were going Skydiving and we had to be at Mission Beach for 0800. Louisa and Lexi were coming with us. We both got ready. I put some makeup on for the first time since August! I haven't put a single bit on since I've been in Cardwell, I haven't done anything to my hair either so hopefully it's healthier. I had hired the van for the day to get us to and from the beach. We left at 0645. It takes an hour so I wanted to leave with a bit of extra time just in case of traffic or diversions (although that will never happen along the Bruce Highway). I drove there and Steve sat in the front. He said he was nervous. Louisa was really nervous. I didn't feel anything yet. I was mostly nervous about being weighed. I booked Steve's present over two weeks ago. That way, I had time to lose more weight. I'm not too heavy to jump but I'm heavy enough to be charged extra which is what I don't want. I ate hardly anything over the last two weeks and the last two days I didn't eat a thing. We got there around 0745. We parked the car and went inside. We already had the forms printed and signed the Terms and Conditions. We were very organised - the man behind the desk was impressed. There were a couple of other girls waiting to jump too. It was fairly quite in the store. They had pictures up around the store of jumps, they looked unreal. They had a TV with jumps playing and it was making Louisa's stomach turn. I was so excited, I just wanted to get the weigh out of the weigh. We were all checked in and then we had to weigh. I was called first. Bugger. Okay, breathe. I stepped on and Steve looked over the counter to see. I was under the weight required and I had lost 6kg since we arrived in Cardwell. GREAT! I was feeling GREAT! Steve weighed and he has also lost 6kg. Wow, it's amazing what he can do when there's no takeaways around. Lexi was meant to be a spectator for the day but she asked whether there was a spot to jump and there was. She has already done it but she decided to do it again when the guy said yes. She paid the fees whilst Louisa was looking at getting a dedicated video. To have your pictures and videos taken, it's an extra $129. I obviously bought those packages for Steve and I so we would be able to look back all the time. Louisa got it too but she wondered whether she could upgrade. Dedicated is where someone jumps out the plane to film you rather than it being on the wrist of your instructor. It's about $200. Lexi decided to book a dedicated so Louisa couldn't have one. You can only have one dedicated per plane because there's just enough room for the jumpers. The guy behind the counter said it would be best for Lexi because the dynamics would be completely different on a second jump. You know what to expect so yeah, I get that. We were told to go outside and wait. I saw the bus and waited. The door to the side opened and the instructors started coming out. There was a piece of paper on the wall saying who was with who. I saw a guy shout Steve's name out and he went over to him. Then Lexi, then Louisa. I waited for while. Then a guy shouted my name out. Phew. I walked over and shook his hand. His name was Adsy. They have to match the instructor to the jumper with weight. Steve's instructor was a young lad and had good banter so that was a perfect match. I had an older man but I was still happy. Lexi's guy was tiny like her. Lexi only weighs 40kg so it takes her a long time to get to the ground apparently. They put our harness on which was quite comfortable. It went around the waist, through the thighs and over your shoulders. I saw everyone being filmed before by their instructor. Mine told me to stand where I was and then disappeared. Everyone got onto the bus and I was standing there waiting. I panicked that they would leave without me. Adsy came out, quickly filmed me and got me on the bus. I had to sit in the front with the driver which I was annoyed about. I wanted to sit with my group. The drive took 25 minutes before we arrived to where the plane was. Oh my God this is actually happening. We jumped out of the bus and lined up for a photo. Steve and his instructor got into the plane first and I got in second. We were at the back of the plane so that means we were the lasts to go. There were two little benches going down the plane. We had to straddle them and sit very close to one another. We started flying up. The plane was so small and it felt funny. You had to go up facing downwards. The pilot was behind us. The instructors were filming us and the view, which was incredible. Steve's instructor got me in his film quite a lot. I squeezed Steve's hand. The door opened and I crapped myself. My instructor said "The girls in front are jumping at a lower height. Just sit still and don't panic". Okay, that's fine. The slide door opened and there was nothing stopped us from falling out. The girls just fell out of the plane, in the clouds. I listened to them scream as they went. I was shocked. You just fall out of a plane... I can't explain it. That was 6,000ft. We were jumping at 15,000ft... The plane kept going higher and higher. The sea looked an unreal turquoise colour and there were islands everywhere. The beach went on for miles and the clouds looked fluffy. It was unbelieveable. The pilot was shouting things to the instructors, things that didn't make sense to us. Northeast this and south 89 that. The instructors started clipping themselves to us in the plane and we put our googles on. It was time...

Louisa was first because she was at the front of the bench. The slide door opened and the cold wind gushed in. She sat at the edge of the plane for about 5 seconds as the first instructor sorted himself out. She screamed and she was gone. The instructors all do a handshake before they jump, maybe in case they die I'm not sure. Lexi was next and her dedicated photographer jumped out at the same time. Each person was going straight after each other. There was no time to think about anything. You just had to keep shuffling forward. Steve was next and I was after. Jesus. My heart was in my mouth and I couldn't think about anything. Steve sat on the edge and he was gone! Free falling. I shuffled down and my legs were hanging out. My instructor pushed out and we were falling from a plane at 15,000ft. I had nothing in my mind. I didn't scream. It was weird. The wind was cold and blowing in my face hard, I couldn't stop myself from dribbling! My instructor said head back and legs back, keep on smiling. Smiling will stop your face/skin from flopping about. Free falling is amazing. It doesn't feel like what you'd expect. It's nothing like being on a roller coaster when it drops. You're just falling and I can't explain the feeling. It's a feeling of nothing... The parachute went up and I've never felt such excruciating pain in my life. My harness squeezed me. It squeezed me so hard that I struggled to breathe. My instructor gave me the reins to guide and he said he would loosen it to make me more comfortable. I heard him say "Shit, that's too tight". My chest piece was the part that made him worry. My breast felt like they were being ripped off from underneath upwards. They were basically choking me. The views were unbelievable. You just sat there and slowly fell from the sky. We got to turn and twist along the way with the reins. The twists started to make me feel travel sick. I told my instructor that I felt sick with the turns and he said that he would make us go smoothly instead. I started to feel extremely ill. I tried to ignore it whilst watching the views but I couldn't.

I told my instructor I was going to pass out. He kept talking to me, "Stay with me Charlie, just stay with me". I tried my hardest too but I couldn't. That was it. I was gone? My instructor tried to teach me how to land. He said we was coming in and I had to lift my legs extremely high. I tried to practice but I couldn't move. We landed fine and I laid on the sand. My legs were put up and Steve came over. He checked to see if I was okay. I came around, got up and I was fine. I finished my video and we walked back. I guess the adrenaline, plus my harness being too tight and not eating for the last 2 days mixed together wasn't the best mix... WHAT AN EXPERIENCE THOUGH! WOW. Steve's face. He couldn't stop smiling. I've never seen him so happy. We were all talking about our experiences. The girls kept laughing at me for passing out. It was funny at first, but when they went on about it all day. I was getting annoyed. I think you could tell, too. Our photos and videos would be ready in 45 minutes. We were given a breakfast voucher for next door, yay free food! We went next door, I ordered pancakes and Steve ordered a breakfast roll. We sat there chatting away, eating. A girl was with us who did the jump on her own. She sat and ate with us. I couldn't do it alone. You have nobody to talk too. It's not as enjoyable surely. We went back into the shop and got our USB stick and certificates. They allow you to jump on the same day for a second time for $199. It's such a good deal but for us both, that would be a lot of money that we don't have. Shame though, we would've done it. I wanted to change my experience. I'll try do it again somewhere else. We plugged our USB's into the TV's provided and watched our videos. They look unreal! You get about 200 photos too. I was so happy with how happy Steve was. In my video, you can actually see where I'm holding the reins, smiling and watching the view. Then you see my arms drop, my eyes close and my head drop. What an idiot... Oh well. You live and learn. We went to the beach and sunbathed for a few hours. We were in and out of the sea which was like bath water. We played with the frisbee and football for ages too. It was just amazing. At around 1330/1400, we left and went to get a cocktail. I had a pinacolda in a pineapple. It was so refreshing. We had some lunch and then went for a walk around the shops. There were skydives happening all day, we watched them land. I bought Steve a new travel necklace that he wanted. It's a black string with a turtle on the bottom. Looks nice to be fair. After a spot of shopping in the little souvenir shops, we went back to the skydive bar. We got a diet coke and played a game of pool before leaving. Louisa was leaving on the bus at 1820 so we had to wait for that. She was going to Cairns for the weekend. We drove round to the bus stop which was next to Woolworths. We managed to do a quick food shop for the necessities before heading home. We did the hour drive back in the dark. I was so excited to get showered as I was so sandy. I was even more excited to see the photos and watch our videos again. We stayed up fairly late to get them onto our phones and post them online. So worth it though - they came out amazing. What a day!!! The top of my bucket list has a great big TICK!

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