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You Matter Most Pt. 1

Evan “Buck” Buckley X reader

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Word count: 5,677

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Post Date: August 24th 2023

Post Time: 10:41 PM

Summary: When a series of freeway accidents lead to a big catastrophe, Buck must worry for his team as he rushes to help them all before it only leads to an even bigger disaster. All while working on helping his team he worries mostly for his best friend who’s unconscious for most of it.

Third Person Pov:

“May-day! May-day! Air ambulance two reporting a collapse at the 710 interchange. Firefighters down. Repeat, firefighters down!” A voice comes through Maddie’s coms, making her quickly answer the distress call.

“Air ambulance two, this is dispatch. Can you reroute to assist?” Maddie asks before pausing, waiting to get an answer.

“Negative. We have a priority spinal transfer,” the voice solemnly tells her.

“Do you have a visual on how many firefighters are down?” Maddie asks and there’s a long pause as she waits for the information.

“All of them— the entire 118. They were on the upper span when it collapsed. They all went down,” the voice tells her in a very worried tone and Maddie’s heart drops.

Her mind immediately goes to thoughts of her fiancé, brother, and sister-like friend, worried for all three. Her heart beats wildly and suddenly she can hear it in her ears as she types up details on her computer. Tears cloud her eyes for a moment and she tries to will herself not to cry just yet.

Y/n’s Pov:

I groan as my alarm goes off and roll over onto my back to look at the ceiling. It takes me a few minutes, but soon I’m reaching over to my phone and turning it off. With one last sigh, I push myself up from my bed and start to get ready for the long shift I have to work.

Once I’m ready, I grab my backpack as well as my morning hot cocoa and keys. I quickly make my way out into the hallway of the complex and lock my door. Just as I lock the bottom lock, I hear Buck’s door open and shut.

I turn to him and let out a giggle when I see the pure exhaustion on his face. He locks up his door before turning when I giggle and he smiles.

“You must have had a lousy night, E. You really look exhausted,” I say, using the nickname I’ve had for him forever with humor laced in my tone.

“Ugh, not exhaustion. More annoyance at the two idiots that won’t make up,” he replies with a roll of his eyes before we both start walking out.

“I’m sure they’ll make up soon, bubs. Just give it a little more time,” I try to reassure him and he hums, shaking his head at me.

“Sure. Then maybe I won’t have to deal with Kamron needing me 24/7. Or the smell of pickles. She keeps needing me to open them. Never did I think I’d hate pickles,” he rants with a roll of his eyes and I giggle again.

“You definitely won’t and I’m sure you’ll like pickles again soon,” I joke with him as I playfully hit my arm against his.

“Anyway, wanna carpool to work today?” he questions me, now changing the subject.

“Sure, why not. Anything to hang out with you a little more,” I joke as I bump my arm into his again and he shakes his head, chuckling.

“As if we don’t already hang out everyday,” he playfully scoffs and I shrug.

“No, we definitely don’t,” I playfully deny and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Ok, dork. Let’s go. Bobby will kill us if we’re late. Again,” he remarks and I giggle.

“You got that right,” I agree with him as I roll my eyes while we walk out to his car.

“Breakfast on the way?” he asks and I smirk.

“You buying?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow and he groans.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” he playfully growls out like he’s angry when I know he indeed isn’t.

“Then hell yeah. I'm hungry,” I tell him and he groans.

“Don’t be like Kameron now,” he says as he rolls his eyes and I laugh.

“What, pregnant? E, I don’t know if you know how that works, but I kinda need to have some relations before that, and you know I’m not seeing anyone right now…” I playfully tell him and he shakes his head.

“Of course I know how that works? You know I didn’t mean that. I mean, I was a sex addict, remember?” he asks and I giggle, letting my eyes go wide jokingly.

“Oh I vividly remember, Mr. Do it on the rooftop of the firehouse. Dumbass,” I joke as I smack his arm and he rubs it.

“Well, what would you have done?!” he fights back and I laugh.

“Not on the rooftop, that’s for sure,” I joke back and he rolls his eyes.

“Whatever. Let’s just get the food and get to work,” he tells me and I giggle.

“Awe, E, I’m just messing with you!” I inform him and he shakes his head.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, you Gremlin,” he tells me and I giggle, smiling softly at the use of my nickname Buck had given me when we were younger before we split up to get into his Jeep.

“Okay, 118, let’s gather ‘round and settle in. We have some outstanding tasks from our last shift and I’ve got an important announcement about our upcoming weather conditions,” Bobby announces, making me and Buck, who's up on the truck, sit down with our legs hanging off the side.

“So cute, huh? Oh, wait. I promised her I’d wear it all day. Take a picture so we can…” Chimney talks with one of the other firefighters as they walk out of the locker room.

“Firefighter Han,” Bobby calls out, cutting Chim off and making him look up from the play ring on his finger.

“I was gonna save this until the end, but why not make it the first order of business? Congratulations on popping the question,” Bobby announces as he uses his clipboard to point at Howard.

“Yeah, Chim! Whoo, whoo!” I shout out as everyone else claps while I shake Buck.

“Ok… ok… a little less shaking, there,” Buck comments as he pushes me lightly, making me giggle softly.

“Didn’t she do the proposing?” I quietly whisper to Buck, who chortles and nods.

“She finally made an honest man out of him!” Ravi shouts as he grabs Chimney by the shoulder and shakes him lightly.

“All right, everybody. Let’s settle down. We still have to get to the weather update,” Bobby calls out and all the laughs die down.

“All right, apparatus maintenance. Firefighter Diaz will be running point this morning on engine service. We’ll be doing an oil change and a brake fluid change,” Bobby explains as I yawn lightly and lay my head on Buck’s shoulder.

“Tired?” Buck quietly questions me and I hum at him.

“Didn’t sleep too well last night. Tossed and turned all night. Don’t know why, just had a weird feeling,” I whisper back to him and he smiles softly before wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Hmm, comfy,” I mummer out as I cuddle in closer and he chuckles softly.

“Eddie?” Bobby calls out, making us all listen in. “Yeah, cap?” Eddie asks nonchalantly as he looks at his phone.

“Did Eddie finally find someone?” I quietly question Buck, who shrugs.

“He didn’t say anything to me if he did,” Buck informs me and I sigh.

“Then why’s he staring at his phone like a lovesick puppy?” I query and Buck gives a small ‘huh,’ before shrugging.

“I guess maybe he did. He’ll tell us when he’s ready,” Buck comments to me and I cross my arms.

“I wanna know now. We’re the three musketeers. Two musketeers can’t just be left in the dust by the other,” I whisper as I cross my arms, pouting and Buck chuckles.

“You and that impatient ass of yours,” Buck comments and I give him a playful smirk.

“And you like this ass of mine,” I joke with him, wiggling my eyebrows at him and he shakes his head.

“Can’t say I don’t,” he plays right back and I giggle before we both turn back to listen in.

“Apparatus maintenance,” Bobby pointedly comments as Eddie moves into a different sitting position while closing his phone.

“I’m on it, Cap,” Eddie promises and Bobby nods as Buck’s phone vibrates.

He quickly silences his phone, but it vibrates again and again. He groans quietly and presses the answer button.

“Okay. All right, now for the weather update,” Bobby starts as Buck puts the phone up to his ear.

“Uh, hey, listen, I-I can’t… I can’t talk right now. No, I can’t. Kameron, I don’t know why he’s calling you. Maybe if you answer the phone you’ll find…” Buck talks into the phone and I smirk as Bobby turns around.

Booby walks over to us on the truck and looks up at us. He gives me an irritated questioning look and I just shrug, making him look at Buck, who trails off.

“You're in trouble…” I jokingly mutter out as I try to hold in my giggles while poking his side lightly.

“Umm, I got to go,” Buck tells her and I hold back a giggle at his ‘oops’ tone before hanging the phone up.

“Uh- s-sor… sorry, Cap. Um…” Buck stutters out his apology, but Bobby just ignores him and turns back around.

“Alright, folks, listen up,” Bobby again tries to get to the point.

“Uh, Cap?” Ravi questions, holding his hand up and Bobby gives him an unamused look that tells him to go on.

“Can I just say, if Buck needs to get the pregnant lady out of his apartment,” Ravi starts and Buck hops down off the truck before turning to me to help me down real quick.

“I do have a two-bedroom that’s about to be on the market, so…” Ravi finishes as Buck and I walk towards him.

“Thank you, Ravi! Maybe a discussion for another time,” Bobby humorously chides as everyone laughs a little bit.

“118, it’s time to dial it in,” Bobby starts to try and corral us in again.

“We have a Job to do, but in order to do that job, you have to be here. I need precision, I need focus, but most of all, I need you to be present,” Bobby pointedly announces as Hen cautiously walks in and around him to take a seat.

“Sorry I’m late, Cap,” Hen quickly apologizes as she sighs.

“Okay! Let’s get cracking,” Bobby finishes before starting to walk off.

“Hey, wait. What’s the important weather update?” Chimney asks as Bobby walks past him.

“There’s a moderate marine layer,” Bobby answers, unamused as he continues to walk away.

“I’ll see you for lunch?” Buck questions and I nod in confirmation.

“Yeah. That is, if we don’t get a call before then,” I promise him with a small smile.

“Don’t jinx it,” Buck jokes, pointing at me with a chuckle.

“Ok. I’ll see you in a-” I start, but the alarm sounds and Buck groans.

“You jinxed it!” he shouts, throwing his hands up and I giggle.

“My bad…” I reply with a shrug and he shakes his head.

“Come on, dork. Let’s get into our gear,” Buck tells me with a grin.

We both rush over to our lockers and start to put our gear on before running over to the truck. Buck hops in on the left side as I hop in on the right and we get into our seats as Bobby starts to pull out of the garage. Bobby drives throughout town before coming up to the scene on the bridge. Once the engine comes to a stop, we all quickly pile out and get to work.

“Hen, Chem. Check the driver of this camper van,” Bobby orders as he points to the van.

“Buck, y/n Eddie, Ravi, I want you guys to check these surrounding vehicles for injuries. Let’s go,” Bobby commands and we all give him a nod before rushing off.

Buck, Ravi and I walk around, making sure there's no more injuries. Once we deem there are none, we walk back over to help. We stand back as Chimney and Hen communicate with the girl inside.

“Cap, second victim in the back. She didn’t have her seatbelt on when the accident happened!” Chimney shouts as he looks around the side of the van.

“Okay, these back doors are obliterated. I want you guys to pull that windshield,” Bobby commands, making Hen and Chimney nod.

I quickly rush back to the engine and pull out the windshield suction cups as Ravi grabs the pry bars. Once I have them, I rush back to the van with Ravi in tow. I hand the suction cups to Hen as Ravi gives the pry bars to Buck and Eddie. Hen quickly places the suction cups on the windshield and pulls as Buck and Eddie use the pry bars. Once it comes off, Hen quickly passes the windshield to Buck, who takes it and sets it aside.

“All right. What’s your name?” Hen asks the frightened girl softly.

“Jo,” the girl cries out her reply.

“Jo. Can-can you move?” Hen questions the girl and she looks down at her leg.

“Um, I don’t know. It’s my leg. I think it’s broken. Um, please help her!” Jo cries out again as she looks up at Hen and Chimney with tears cascading down her face.

“I'm on it, Jo, but I need to get back there, so we’re gonna pull you out. You might feel a little pain, okay?” Chimney calmly explains to her and he moves aside for Hen to get in a bit more.

“Buck, can you carry her to the ambulance?” Chimney queries and Buck nods, moving behind Hen and getting ready to grab her.

“Okay! Ahhh!” Jo agrees before screaming out in pain as they move her. She cries as they pull her out of the vehicle.

Buck quickly lifts her up and carries her over to the back of the ambulance as Chimney moves into the van. Hen quickly stands up and pushes me along with Buck.

“Go help him look her over. You have more medical training then he does. I’ll stay with Chim,” she commands me and I nod before rushing off behind Buck.

I quickly help Buck get her down on the floor so I can look over her leg. In one fast fluid motion, I pull out a tourniquet-like brace and start putting it on her leg along with Bobby’s help as they wheel a gurney over.

“Cap. We’re going to need an air ambulance. Patient is unresponsive, breathing is weak and she’s lost bladder control. Could be a spinal,” Chimney explains over the radio as we continue to work on Jo.

“Copy that,” Bobby replies as we start to prepare Jo to get her on the gurney.

“Spinal injury? Is she okay?” Jo asks me in fear and I look at her.

“We won’t know until we get her to the hospital,” I inform her as they bring the gurney closer, now ready to get her up onto it.

“Please, please don’t take me now because I need to see her,” she begs as she grips my hand and I pause as Hen walks up.

“Hey, hey. You’ll be able to before they airlift her. I promise, okay?” Buck promises her before Hen or I can say anything.

Eddie walks past us with the backboard, headed towards Chimney and we quickly move Jo onto the gurney. Jo keeps a grip on my hand and I squeeze hers before letting go.

“Don’t worry. You know the firefighter that told you you’d see her?” I ask her and she nods in understanding.

“That’s my best friend. I know when he promises something, he keeps it. You’ll see her just like he said,” I promise her softly and she gives me a small thankful smile as she seems only slightly less freaked out.

“My name's y/n. I’ll stay here till your mom’s out, okay?” I tell her and she smiles a thankful smile at me again.

“She’s not my mom. She’s my mom’s best friend. My, uhh, mom passed away three years ago. Mallory was insistent we take this trip as an honor to my mother…” Jo explains to me and I smile softly at her.

“I’m sorry to hear about your mom. You're very lucky to have Mallory. That sounds like a lovely plan. I’m sure you two can pick up when everyone is okay again,” I try to comfort her to the best of my ability and she shakes her head.

“No. I think we’ll find a different way of traveling,” Jo informs me and I nod.

“I would probably do that too. Nothing wrong with that,” I agree with her and she nods in agreement.

We wait maybe a few more minutes until we see Chimney come out first. Then Eddie pushes Mallory out and together they lift her backboard onto another gurney that was taken over to them. They then start to roll her over and I move over next to Hen so they can roll her next to Jo.

“She’s right up here,” I hear Chimney inform Mallory as they get closer.

“Okay, she’s right up here,” he repeats himself as they get closer.

“Mallory!” Jo shouts when they get closer before coming to a stop right next to her.

“I’m so sorry,” Jo apologizes as they both reach out to hold hands.

“I can’t lose you, too,” Jo continues on the verge of tears and I feel tears well up in my eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. We still have a lot of ground to cover, okay?” Mallory asks her as she squeezes her hand.

“Next time, we’ll take the train,” Jo insists quickly as the others start to load her in the back of the ambulance as air support flies overhead.

“Air support. You are clear to land,” Bobby gives the okay through his walkie and soon the helicopter is landing.

Eddie and Chim start to walk her over to the helicopter and I let out a puff of air as my emotions take over. I take my jacket off in hopes a little air is all I need. I quickly try to sober up so I don’t start sobbing before I feel a hand on my back, making me turn to see Buck next to me.

“Hey. You doing okay? You’re getting fidgety,” he queries with a raised eyebrow and I shake my head before nodding.

“Yeah. No. I’m fine. Just had a flashback to my sister, that’s all,” I inform him and he nods solemnly at me.

“I know. She’s watching over you. You know that,” he solemnly tells me, trying to comfort me as he rubs at my back and I nod, sniffling.

“Thanks for checking on me,” I say in gratitude and I only hope Buck knows just how much I’m thankful for him.

“Always, you know that we stick together, right?” he asks me and I smile.

“Right. Stuck together like glue,” I reply to our life long promise we always tell each other and he smiles, nodding.

“Okay. I’m gonna go help Chim. We’ll talk more about this later, okay?” he questions me and I nod.

“Yeah. Go. Go. Do our job,” I agree with a soft smile and he nods before rushing off.

“Possible spinal! She’s coming over now!” I hear him yell to the air tech that gets out of the helicopter.

“Can’t get rid of me, can you, Buckley?” I hear her voice and I immediately recognize Lucy. Red hot jealousy flares up in me, but I push it away.

“Great to see you again, for real this time!” I hear Buck shout back as he stops to point at her and I huff, rolling my eyes.

He turns and walks back towards me, but only frowns as I brush him off. I walk over to Bobby just as Eddie walks up.

“Hey, Cap, think there’s a propane stove in the van. I’m gonna go check it out,” Eddie explains to him as he walks up to us.

“Good thinking, Eddie. Y/n, go with him,” Bobby commands me and I nod.

“Actually Bobby, can I have a quick moment with her?” Buck asks and Bobby shakes his head.

“I guess. One minute, then back to work. Got it?” Bobby asks and Buck nods.

“No, yeah, I promise,” Buck informs him and Bobby nods before walking off.

“Hey, what’s up. Why are you giving the cold shoulder?” Buck asks as he looks at me.

“It’s nothing, Buck, really. Go back to work,” I play it off and he sighs in frustration.

“Y/n, I thought we talked about closing up? Talk to me, you know you can,” Buck begs me and I shake my head.

“Buck. Nothing is wrong, it’s just a hard case. I told you I’d talk with you about it later,” I deflect away from what’s going on.

“No. I know—” he starts, but gets cut off as the bridge suddenly starts to shake as it cracks down the middle, making both me and Buck fall to the ground with me on top of him.

There’s more shaking and creaking as the bridge slowly starts to collapse. Buck looks up and suddenly he’s rushing to get up, pulling me with him.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey! Let’s move!” Buck yells out as the ambulance comes flying back at us and Buck quickly moves both of us out of the way just in time.

“Hey!” he continues to shout as the ambulance rushes past us, quickly crashing at an angle.

Buck quickly maneuvers, but somehow he gets pulled down with the ambulance, making me go with him. He smashes into the ambulance’s windshield and it cracks.

“Buck!” I yell out as I fly past him, but he doesn’t reply.

I let out another scream as I come to a landing on a slab of concrete, hitting my head in the process. Pain surges through my side, but I don’t notice it for long as suddenly everything goes black.

Buck’s Pov:

I groan as I come to, still laying on the windshield that’s now cracked from me smashing into it. There's a quiet, eerie, metallic creak and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. When I do, I take a moment to push myself up on all fours. I look around in fear for y/n, but there’s no sign of her, so I look into the ambulance next.

“Hen!” I yell out as I see my friend still strapped into the driver's seat of the ambulance, now unconscious.

“H-hen, can you hear—” I ask her as I bang on the window.

“118, report in. I need a headcount,” I talk into my radio, hoping to get any answers.

“I’m grabbing the ropes,” Ravi radios back first as I look around, trying to assess where everyone could be.

“I’m in the van. Pretty sure I broke a couple ribs, but this van is about to get pancaked,” Eddie groans out as he radios in and I keep looking around with no sight of y/n.

“Okay. Eddie, uh. We’re coming to you,” I inform him before taking a pause.

“Han. What is your status?” I ask into my radio before letting go to get his status.

“Han, come in,” I practically beg over the radios when he doesn’t answer.

“Han…” I question again and wait a moment.

“Han here,” Chimney finally radios in and I throw my head back in relief.

“Captain Nash, firefighter Maysen, still haven’t heard from either of you. What is your status?” I ask into the radio again, only hoping to get something but nothing comes.

“Bobby, y/n. Come in,” I repeat through the radio again, but still silence.

“I see firefighter Maysen! She’s on a slab near you, maybe twenty feet away, just covered by some rubble,” Ravi explains to me through the radio and I sigh in relief.

“Is she under it?” I question and wait for a moment.

“No. She’s just close enough to be hidden. She’s out, though, and there’s one other thing…” he voices again though the radio before trailing off.

“What? Is she okay?” I question him and he takes another pause, making me wait with bated breath.

“She’s been impaled by a piece of rebar, Buck… right though the side of her stomach. I- if we don’t get to her soon, she might bleed out,” he breaks it to me easily and I sigh, putting my head down for a moment.

“I’ll get to her as soon as I get Hen and the others out,” I inform him as I make the hard decision to wait, even though I want to rush over to her first and get her out.

“Ok… only if you're sure. You're acting captain right now,” he informs and I let out a huff before pressing the button on my radio to reply.

“Yeah, I know. So everyone’s safety is on me right now. Luckily if I can get Hen awake, she can take over. Let’s get to work,” I command before letting the button go, letting out a sigh, and looking down at Hen again.

“Hen. I’m- I’m coming to you. Just stay right there,” I tell my unconscious friend before I move off the windshield and down the side of the ambulance.

Very slowly, I make my way to the window and try to shove myself though it. The ambulance starts to tremble as I do, but I keep going.

“Hen?” I call out to her as I pause for a moment.

“Chim. Chim! Chim, you back there?” I shout out as I finally slide though the window of the ambulance.

“I’m alive, but not great,” Chimney calls out in a winded tone.

“Okay,” I pant out as I move over to Hen.

“Come on. Hey,” I voice as I try to get Hen to wake up.

“What happened?” Hen questions as she looks around, confused.

“Bridge collapsed,” I inform her and her head starts to fall back.

“Hey, hey, hey. Hen, you with me?” I question her and she squints at me.

“I’m good. Thank you,” she conveys to me as she starts to reach towards me.

“You okay?” she asks as she wipes at the side of my forehead.

“Yeah. Oh. Uh… I mean, physically, yeah,” I tell her, my emotions betraying me ever so slightly as I feel a lump form in my throat.

“Where is everybody?” she asks me as she continues to clean my face.

“R-Ravi is up top. Eddie’s in the van. Chimney’s in the back. He needs our help. I’m gonna go up top. Get the ambulance secure. Then we get you out, okay?” I explain to her before asking if she understands. She slowly nods before letting her head fall back a bit.

“Okay. Where’s Cap? Where’s Bobby? A-and y/n…” she suddenly asks as she quickly lifts her head straight.

“He’s MIA, and y/n…” I pause and take a deep breath.

“She’s currently bleeding out maybe twenty feet from us,” I inform her and she just stares at me.

“You, uhh… y-you’re sure you’re good?” I ask her one last time just to make sure.

“Yeah. I… I’m-I’m good,” she stumbles out in her shock and pain.

“Just get some rope so we can get out of here,” she commands me and I nod before starting to try climbing out.

“Okay, Ravi, I need a line,” I grunt as I call out while climbing out of the window.

I get about halfway out the window when Ravi throws the rope down to me and I slowly finish pulling myself out. I hold onto the ambulance as I grab the rope before using it to climb back to the front. Once around the front, I continue to climb up the side until I can pull myself up to the top. Ravi hands me a part of the rope and I quickly slide under the engine, tying the rope to the underside of it. I quickly rush back to the side and let out a puff of air when I see what Ravi had seen before.

The van is under the ambulance and both are close to falling. I let out another breath and close my eyes when I see y/n. She is indeed impaled and blood pools around her as she lays unconscious.

“Buck, we’ll get to her,” Ravi promises as he puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah. I know. I’m not letting her go out like this. Not yet. It’s too early and there’s a lot that needs to be said,” I inform as I promise myself in my head that if we make it out, I’ll tell her how I really feel.

“And it will be said,” he agrees with a head nod before going back over to the truck.

“Please tell me you made it, Cap,” I whisper to myself as I look out over the scene again.

“Okay, Ravi. Let’s go!” I shout to him as I turn around, ready to scale the concrete.

“118, LAPD on scene at the lower level and here to assist,” Athena’s voice comes over the radio just as I hop over, ready to scale down to Hen.

“118? Captain?” she asks in a scared tone when she gets no response from her husband.

“Hen! That’s you!” I yell out to her, leaning back a bit.

“LAPD, this is Wilson. Captain Nash is unaccounted for, we also have one impaled and unconscious. I’m in command. Anything you can do to help survivors on the ground level would be appreciated, ” Hen replies over the radio as I start to quickly scale down with a harness bag.

“Copy that!” Athena quickly replies again over the radio.

Once I get down to the ambulance, I set the bag on it and I get closer to the front of it. I quickly tie the rope to the car and pull on it ever so slightly.

“Hey, Ravi, tension!” I call out to him and I wait a moment before leaning against the ambulance.

I bounce on it a couple times to see how stable it is and smile when it comes out very stable. I quickly climb back to the top of the ambulance and pull the harness bag in front of me.

“Okay. Hen, you got a harness and capture strap. Take Chimney and the patient, you send them down,” I explain to her as I throw the strap and harness in the window to her.

“I’m headed to the van. Then I’ll get y/n. I’ll see you at the bottom,” I inform her of my plan before getting off the ambulance and heading to Eddie.

It takes me a few minutes, but soon I make it to the van. I come to a stop next to it as Ravi looks over the side.

“Sending down the saw!” he shouts to me before dropping me the saw bag.

“Okay, Eddie, you in there?” I ask as I pause and listen in and he gives me a small ‘Yup’ through his groans of pain.

“Let me get these doors open. Just shield your eyes,” I inform him before I pull the saw from the bag along with the protective glasses and start to saw at the door.

I work for a few minutes at the door before soon I can start to pull at them. I pull one open and groan as I pause, taking the glasses off to look in at Eddie, who’s trapped under the fridge looking up at me.

“Hey,” I pant out as I hold onto the door.

“Any sign of Cap?” he huffs out as he struggles to breathe and I shake my head.

“How’s y/n?” he asks and I sigh.

“Currently, she’s bleeding out. I’m getting her next,” I inform him and he nods.

“Sorry about this,” I apologize as I move closer to him and grab his arms.

“Yeah. It’s gonna suck,” he comments before I pull on him.

I pull him out and he yells out in pain as I do. Soon I’m pulling him out of the van all together and he grits his teeth.

“Okay, I got you,” I comment as I pull him out and quickly we’re climbing down so he can get medical.

Once he’s down standing on his own feet, some other paramedics come over to us. They get Jo first and Hen groans as she leans over before puking.

“Hen!” Eddie yells out as we watch her double over.

“Hey,” Eddie tells me before we both rush over to Hen, who lays flat on top of the truck she’s on.

“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay,” she groans, waving us off.

“I’m okay. I’m pretty sure I’m just concussed,” she explains as she sits up and moves her helmet.

“We got to get Chimney and y/n! We got to get Chimney and y/n!” she suddenly yells out as she looks back up.

“No. Hey, hey, hey. We’ll get Chimney and y/n. Let’s get you down. Come on,” we both try to stop her as she groans.

“Come on down. I promise I’ll get him and y/n,” I inform her as we all reach out for her.

“We got you. We got you. Come on. No rush,” I rant as she finally starts to try and crawl down.

“Okay. Come on. Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go,” Eddie chants as he wraps her arm around his shoulder while she pants out of breath.

“Eddie, you got her, yeah?” I ask and he nods, giving me a small ‘hmm’ as they continue to walk.

“Okay. I’m going back for Chim and y/n. I’ll be back,” I promise and he nods.

Just before I turn, there’s another loud, metallic creaking noise and we all turn around. My eyes widen as the ambulance starts to shake around and the van starts to look like it’ll fall any second.

To Be Continued…

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rafesveryrealgf · 9 months

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heyy! I have a slutty request; giving Steve head while he's driving 🫣

A/n: I’ve been so MIA but I loved this request/this is my first ever Steve request so I really wanted to write it 😭 thank you for sending this in!!

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: gender is not specified!!, reader giving Steve head (obvi), Steve and reader being a clingy couple, cursing, pet names (baby, sweetheart) reader is Billy’s ex

It was a Friday night, you’d been laying comfortably in your full sized bed, watching a random show that had been playing on the tv while you waited anxiously for Steve, your boyfriend, to finally call you. Steve was at work and you always missed him while he was at work. The up side was he missed you just as much, if not more and he’d call you every chance he could. He’d take breaks every 30 minutes to call you which had Robin highly annoyed since they were the only two people working. Robin had wondered how in the hell someone could be so clingy, especially someone that went by ‘king Steve’ in high school.

You ,however, loved how clingy Steve was. You’d love the random phone calls he’d make when he was on break at work and missed you or the texts he’d sneak in while he was actively working, but you loved being near him even more. You loved how he’d pick you up from your house, you’d both do something until you were ready to go to his place since his parents were never home and then you’d end the night with a movie, that neither of you were actually watching, and you’d thought tonight would be no different.

But tonight Steve had made one phone call in the span of five hours and he hadn’t sounded the happiest. You could tell it wasn’t because of you and he’d tried to sound like he wasn’t annoyed at all when he’d called you so that you wouldn’t worry, but you knew Steve better than anyone. That was your Steve.

“Hey, baby,” you’d said softly when he’d finally called you.

You’d played with the stretched phone cord whilst laying on your bed, the show that you were once watching, now forgotten, and You tried so so hard not to sound too worried when you spoke, but It was Steve, and the only thing Steve looked forward to when going to work was talking to you throughout the whole day. If it had been anyone else, you wouldn’t have even thought twice about the dry texts, but Steve was possibly the most clingiest person you’d ever met so it was odd for him.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner,” He’d spoke before you even had the chance to ask him why he was just now calling, his tone was dry and he almost sounded sad.

“Oh, it’s okay. don’t worry about it, baby,” you’d responded simply, you didn’t want to be a burden if he was already having a bad day, but your stomach was twisting from the worry. “Everything okay though?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He had the phone pressed between his ear and shoulder, playing with the long cord the same way you’d been and he was nodding as if you could see him through the phone. “It’s Friday, so, you know, it’s Just been a busy day.”

You knew Steve, and you knew a busy day at Family Video wouldn’t have him in a slump like this. Family Video was rarely busy but when it was, Steve always handled it well. He was good with that kind of stuff.

“Makes sense,” you laughed breathlessly, you were now sitting up on your bed, crisscrossed, still playing with the phone cord. “Are you still gonna pick me up after your shift?” You’d wondered, your heart now beating out of your chest.

“Of course, sweetheart. Why wouldn’t I?”

You’d smiled at the nickname, it warmed your heart and had it beating a little less now. “No reason, just making sure.”

“Do you want me to?”

It was a silly question, of course you wanted him to.

“Of course I do?” It was more so a question than it was a statement. “Why wouldn’t I want you to, Steve?” You added.

There was a pause for a minute before he spoke again. “Hey, I gotta go, but uh, I’ll see you when I get off, yeah?”

And once again the tone of his voice had you frowning and your stomach upset.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, I love-“ and before you could finish, he’d hung up the phone.

That phone call had tears swelling up in your eyes, and perhaps you were being dramatic, perhaps your nightmares had become reality and he’d fallen out of love with you or maybe Steve had grown out of his clingy phase, or maybe he was just stressed.

You’d laid back on your bed, tears threatening to fall, a lump in your throat and the show on your tv long abandoned.

You knew Steve’s shift schedule like the back of your hand so when he’d pulled into your driveway an hour after his shift was supposed to end, you’d been convinced he was minutes away from breaking up with you.

Maybe you were just being dramatic. Hopefully you were just being dramatic.

When you walked out of your house, you saw Steve. His hair was a mess like he’d run his fingers through it a few times, his arm rested on the opened passenger door that he was leaning on with one of his legs crossed over the other leg.

He always opened the door for you, and even in his annoyed state, he’d done it still. You gave him a tight lipped smile, still nervous as you walked down your driveway even after a year of being with each other.

He gave you a small wave with his unoccupied hand.

You welcomed him with a hesitant kiss to the cheek and he’d kissed your forehead when you pulled away. “Sorry I’m late” he’d murmured against your forehead before pressing another kiss in the same spot again.

“Its okay, just glad you’re here now.” Still worried, you’d given him a convincing smile and hopped into the car.

Once you were settled into the car, Steve shut the door and stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his tight jeans, making his way around the car, back to the drivers seat.

The whole car ride was fairly silent, leaving you with your thoughts that were eating you up inside and when Steve pulled into the driveway of his house, putting the car in park, he’d finally spoken.

“Billy came into Family Video today,” Steve had finally broken the silence, but his words had your heart dropping.

Billy Hargrove, your shitty ex boyfriend from high school, that you’d dated for all of five months before you’d finally broken things off with him. He was the worlds biggest asshole and he’d treated you like shit.

Was this why Steve was in a mood?

“Shit, what did he do?” You threw your head back against the head rest, rolling your eyes then shifting your eyes to Steve.

During the quick moment of silence, you’d thought about every possible thing Billy could’ve said that would have Steve acting off.

“Said some shit to piss me off. We got into it.” Steve tightened his hold on the steering wheel, causing his knuckles to whiten even more. “Couldn’t say much since I was on the clock though. Would’ve gotten in trouble with my boss.” He gave a humorless laugh.

You’d slid your hand to Steve’s thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. “What did he say, Steve?”

“Doesn’t matter,” He shook his head before taking one hand off of the wheel and running it through his hair.

“It matters to me, Steve. I wanna know what’s got you all irritated, you know?”

There was a long silence before Steve spoke again. “You never told me he was your first,” he looked to you for a split second before looking ahead again.

You were taken aback. “What? Steve, I didn’t think it mattered. It was in high school.”

“I hate that,” he’d interrupted you before you could say anything else. “I hate that he’s seen you naked, you know? he didn’t deserve you.”

“Is that why you’re upset, why you barely texted or called me today?” You’d removed your hand from his thigh, shifting in your seat to get a better look at him. “Because that’s so unfair to me. I can’t control what happened in the past or what Billy says, but if you’re worried I’m ,like, attached to him ‘cause he was my first, that’s not the case at all.” You were rambling, leaving no room for Steve to talk. “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about Billy, Steve.”

“I know,” he mumbled whilst nodding, trying to convince himself that he was just overthinking, that he might even be a tad bit insecure.

“All that matters is you’re my last, right?” Your hand was back on his thigh, sliding up slowly and letting your hand roam around until your fingers were slightly touching his pants zipper.

He looked down to where your hand lingered, swallowing harshly before nodding. “Yeah, yeah.” he’d said breathlessly “right.” He’d mumbled once again, but this time it was due to how flustered he’d become.

You’d leaned across the middle console to kiss him, his breath smelling like the mint gum he’d been chewing on the way to your house, his clothes smelling like his expensive cologne. He’d kissed you back, his eyes screwed shut while your hand palmed at his growing cock through his jeans.

“Good,” you’d smiled against his lips. “Can I?” You both looked down to where your hand was and he was nodding quickly.

“Yeah, shit, yeah.” He couldn’t stop himself from breathing so hard, his cock begging to be set free.

You unzipped his jeans and yanked his boxers down, allowing his flushed cock to spring free from them, you grabbed his cock, your hand not fitting all the way around it. His tip was pink, pre cum leaking from it.

You finally connected your tongue to the tip of his cock, swirling it around before taking him into your mouth. His cock wasn’t even fully in your mouth before you were gagging around him, your eyes watering from the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat.

“God, you’re so big,” your words came out muffled.

“Yeah?” He leaned his head back, screwing his eyes shut once again to focus on the feel of you around him.

“Yeah,” you nodded, a tear streaming down your face.

“Fuck, m’gonna come,” he hissed. “You gonna swallow for me?”

You smiled against his cock nodding with anticipation, and before you could even finish nodding, the warm liquid shot into your throat, you removed your mouth from his cock and, of course, swallowed before leaning back down, once again taking him into your mouth.

He tangled his hands into your hair, pushing your head down once in awhile, helping you take as much of his cock as you could. You removed your mouth from him again, licking up the side of his cock, following a vein until you were back at the pink, flushed, tip.

His cock was pretty and truth be told, you couldn’t get enough of it.

When you took him into your mouth again, he instantly came again. Steve’s hand pulled at your hair, signaling for you to lean up and open your mouth, and you did just that, sticking out your tongue to reveal the white liquid that sat there.

“So pretty,” he’d murmured.

That’s when you swallowed and smiled at his words.

“Thank you, baby.” You wiped off your lips with the back of your hand. “Can we go inside now?” You gave him a quick kiss.

“Fuck, yes.”

He’d sounded too excited to get you inside and upstairs.

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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And they were Roommates (Part 17)

A/N: So here it is ... hum... yeah there you go

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT? ADULT? 18+ F!reader

The way back home was long. It took 24h for the extraction to be ready. You had been feeling exhausted. Price and Simon had been checked up by the doctor on base. Soap had been keeping an eye on you and had also forced you to be checked by the doc, who had clearly told you you needed rest, food and water. Simon had kept you close to him at all times and you hadn't complained a single second.

You were glad to be able to fly home with everyone. Absolutely everyone. You had fallen asleep on Simon's shoulder in the plane back. The boys were thrilled, the plane wasn't their usual military plane for once, the comfort was amazing to them after almost two months on the field.

Hopkins had greeted everyone upon arrival. He had eyed you worriedly, and you quickly realized you'd have a lot of paperwork and meetings to attend to in the next few days. He nodded your way, telling you to rest.

Finally heading home felt like a dream. Like a haze. For a second, you were scared it wasn't real. That you'd wake up and he'd be gone. You glanced at him, in the driver's seat, brows furrowed behind the mask as Soap gaz and Konig were chatting in the back.

Once home, you had dropped your gear on the floor in the living room. The boys were jumping around, happy to be home. You sighed, closing your eyes. Arms wrapped around your stomach, a strong body behind you.

"Come on. Let's go draw you a bath." He said.

"Simon.. you're one who almost got killed. You… got tortured-"

"Hey hey.." he hushed, turning you around.

"I've gone through worse. Much worse. This is nothing. I'm worried about you. If you want to help me, please be a good girl and let me take care of you. That's all I want to do right now." He argued.

You smiled a bit, tired eyes never leaving him.

"Fine… but you're taking that bath with me…" you murmured.

He chuckled, before nodding.

"Sergeant. Go rest. We're going to as well. We'll order something to eat a bit later on." He ordered the boys.

Soap nodded, Konig and Gaz too as they all went their separate ways.

You walked up, hand in hand with Simon, Riley's little paws tapping on the floor. He tried to make you walk into your room but you immediately pulled him to his. The bed was still a mess. He noticed. Riley jumped on the bed taking his usual place.

"I see you've both made yourselves at home." He teased.

You froze. For a second you wondered if he was angry.

"I'm.. sorry.. I-"

He frowned. He pulled on his mask, taking it off. God you had missed his face..that man was so handsome. He gazed at you with worry in his eyes.

"Baby, are you alright?" He asked.

You didn't know what to answer. Four days. Four days was all it took to completely shatter your world. You had gone through the full spectrum of emotions in four days.

You opened your mouth unsure of what to say. You bit your lip. No. You shook your head no, feeling the wave of exhaustion, relief and so much more fall on you. You cried. And he held you. The sweet nothings falling to your ears like poems from ancient times. He wiped your tears, dropping kisses to your cheeks and nose, he sat down on the bed, pulling you to his lap, letting you cry out your pain.

You held him, time freezing on the spot. This, was all you wanted. You had begged and hoped all possible strength out of this world that he was alive. You didn't know which god you had to kneel to, or which divine energy answered your prayers but you were eternally grateful. His hands caressed your hair, making sure to not pull on the tangled mess they had quickly became in a short span of time.

He rose after long minutes, holding you as he walked to the bathroom. He sat you down on the counter, wiping away the remaining tears. He kissed you deeply before heading to the bathtub, letting the water run after checking the temperature. You watched him. His muscles, his movements, his hands. You wanted to die with the imprint of his form behind your eyelids. You wanted to tell him. To confess all the love and adoration you had for him.

He walked to you, pulling on your shirt to start undressing you. Every touch on your skin made you want to pull him close and never let go. The little shivers, goosebumps. He lifted you up without a single effort to remove your pants and panties. You gasped when he put you back down, the cold stone surprising you. He chuckled, kissing you again.

He was about to walk away when you wrapped your legs around his waist. His gaze darkened instantly. You reached for the hem of his tactical shirt. He let you remove it, eyes looking into your soul.

"Let me take care of you too…" you whispered.

He nodded slowly. You reached for his belt, unbuckling it slowly. You could see his skin ravished in goosebumps as your fingers, in featherlight touches, brushed over his navel. You removed the pants, he helped you, pulling them down and stepping out of them. He was starting to get hard and you smiled softly.

"You have too much power over me little bunny…" he whispered.

You grabbed his face softly, kissing the corner of his lips.

"Let's get into the tub before it overflows…" you sighed.

He picked you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his waist. He stepped into the large tub slowly dropping to sit down. The warm water on your skin felt amazing. He reached for the faucet, turning off the water. Picking up one of the various products from the shelf, you took some Buble bath, but he stopped you.

"Not yet."

You frowned. He grabbed your hand, fingers intertwining with yours to make you let go of the bottle. He brought both of your hands to his lips, lips brushing each of your knuckles in little kisses. You closed your eyes, letting him kiss every inch of you if that's what he wanted. Lips caressed yours, kisses filled with promises and silent confessions. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your hands get lost in his hair.

His hands rubbed your back, up to the nape of your neck, down to your lower back. It felt hot. At this point you didn't know if it was the water or his skin that made you feel so warm.

"Simon…" you whimpered.

"You haunted my thoughts…"

You closed your eyes, basking in his voice.

"Every second. Your eyes… your lips… your voice. My mind was high on you…"

You bucked your hips, rubbing him and yourself together in a slow dance. He pulled you closer, wet hand getting lost at the back of your head, meddling with your hair.

"I didn't fucking care what they did. You were all I could think off. You kept me fighting. Alive. Just so I could come back to you."

You wanted to cry. Your heart felt like it would burst from the emotions.

He was hard. You could feel it against your clit.

"You ready love?" He asked against your lips.

"Yes…please Simon…"

You craved it. It was like a mortal sin but a need. Like breathing.

He lifted your hips as you positioned him at your entrance. You made sure to drop yourself very slowly into him, you had no problem, this man could get you wet so easily. You let every inch of him stretch you, burning the sensation of him filling you up slowly into your brain. He let his head fall back, his grips on your hips tightening.

"Oh fuck baby…" he moaned.

You closed your eyes, the heat wave the sound caused making you clench around him.

When he finally bottomed deep inside you, you stopped. You were already pulsating around him and, even if you wouldn't last long, you wanted him to feel everything you couldn't say to him.

You slowly grinded against him, earning a groan from him. He pulled himself up, letting his forehead touch yours.

Huffed breaths mixing, moans and groans filling the room. You rode him, kisses, tongues and lips, bites.

The world? What world? What universe? Him. It was him. The galaxy, the nebula's, the morning sun and the crashing rain. It was him.

The pace increased, he helped you, pulling you up to make you bounce on him.

"Simon..si-" you moaned.

"Y/N.."

The water splashed, the ground would be full of it, but who cared? Who cared about the time ticking? The water spilling?

He angled you perfectly, watching your face to know where to hit. He could read you like a book he'd never stop rereading. The familiar build of pressure deep in you making you grind with him in harmony. He chased his own high, watching you unfold before him. And it was peeking. The breaking point.

"Si..mon… fuck… please.."

"That's it bunny… I'm right here… keep chasing it…"

You looked into his eyes, he reached for your clit, soft circular motions ready to tip you off the edge.

"You gonna cum baby? You're gonna cum my bunny?" He growled.

"Y..yes.. please… cum with me…" you begged.

He smirked. And it was there right there… almost there…

"Bunny… eyes on me." He ordered.

And you did. You never wanted to look away.

"Good girl…my good girl… go on… cum with me.."

One more thrust. Another one and the tension broke. He grabbed your throat making sure you looked at him as he spilled himself deep in you.

"I love you bunny…so. fucking. much. "

You weren't sure you heard it correctly. You weren't sure. You're mind was dizzy from the heat and your orgasm completely crushing you. You tried to catch your breath, face in his neck. His large hands caressed your back again. He slowly pulled you up, slipping out of you. He kept you on him. He let you rest on him as he reached for the bath salts and threw some in the water. He pulled you away from him make you spin around so you could lay on him, back again his chest.

He slowly let your head back, wetting your hair slowly. He applied a bit of shampoo before starting to massage your scalp slowly.

"Simon…" you tried.

"Yes darling ?"

"You said it…" you whispered.

"... I did."

"I love you Simon."

"I love you Y/N."

Simon's way of coping seemed to be taking care of you. And the way you coped was by being constantly near him.

After the bath, once you were both clean, he had taken you out to his room, dried you up before dressing you in his clothes. He let you dry your hair while he got into some sweatpants and a t-shirt. You had slipped into bed with him while Riley had laid down near the bed. You had let yourself fall asleep in his arms, his own breathing evening.

It was already late noon when you both woke up. The house was quiet. You had gotten up begrudgingly, hand in hand going downstairs. The boys were in the living room, sprawled on the couches, TV on.

"You guys napped too?" Gaz asked.

"Yeah…" you answered.

"We all did… guess we all needed to rest." Soap added with a smile.

"You guys hungry? We should order some food." You proposed.

The boys agreed and jumped on the occasion to make the order. You had, very unwillingly, let go of Simon's hand to head to kitchen to feed Riley. The big boy seemed to be happier. He wasn't fully eating as much as he should, but you cheered and praised at every bite and it seemed to work. Simon had also praised him with a good boy and it made you smile.

You had dined around an hour later, before finally heading to the couch, watching a movie. You had looked around. The boys laying around. Simon hugging you. Riley's head on your lap. You let yourself finally rest. They were here.

During the rest of the week, your team passed by and remained during the day. You were so happy to have everyone with you that the loud noise didn't bother you at all. Melissa and Amy also spent time with you and you just felt so glad to be so surrounded.

You had noticed how Bishop and soap seemed to get closer and closer. Bishop's boy, Tyler, really liked Soap and you could see how it made her smile and melt. Konig and Grim had their own little conversations in German, and you didn't remember the last time you had seen each of them so comfortable with someone.

Price on the other hand… well it was complicated. You had seen little touches, little smiles. But one was too scared and the other wouldn't let himself give in.

You had sighed in contempt in Simon's arms.

The nights were spent in his room. He wanted you near him and you didn't want to sleep without him. To be honest, you had been having nightmares. Horrible ones where he wasn't here. Where he did not come back. You would slightly jolt awake, not screaming or anything. But it was enough. Enough for him to wake up, enough to notice. Each time he'd make sure to cuddle you and reassure you.

Kate had been trying her best to keep away the unavoidable meetings and paperwork, but it caught up with all of you. Once Monday hit, everyone had to at least attend to some urgent matters. Missions reports, meetings. Very annoying things. You had headed to base in his Jeep, Riley in the back, following the boy's cars. Once on base the looks were very much noticeable, but none of you cared. You parted ways as he dropped on kiss on top of your head through the mask.

Riley remained with you as you headed to said meetings, video calls with higher ups. There was a mix of feelings in the ranks, you had gone through reckless behavior, but you had brought back the full squad. You had ordered a blow up on a facility but you also had brought extremely important Intel. Eventually, you had managed to reach a compromise on everything. They'd be more careful with your squads, you'd make sure to remain their safe little bird and keep getting important Intel.

You had been furious of their mistake on the extraction point, and they had fully understood that.

It took several days to get back a bit of freedom, even for the boys but eventually, here you were. The two squads mixed, walking around the mall. Amy in Simon's arms while Melissa talked with Bishop, Soap and Coyote.

You had lunched together before now roaming around, alternating between little shops in little groups. Eventually, Amy had decided to walk hand in hand, in between price and Coyote. For a second you asked yourself if the little girl knew and if she was enjoying her little game.

Tyler had grown on Soap, they were getting inseparable. They'd run around, getting to stores, playing, and it made you smile.

Bishop and Melissa had walked into a clothing store, dragging you with them. They picked up some little summer dresses, dragging you to the dressing room to try them on.

You were on your fourth dress, and a high level of 'this is starting to be annoying' when you heard Simon's voice behind the curtain.

"Yes?"

"Can I step in?" He asked.

"Sure." You smiled.

He walked in, taking a double take on the little dress you were wearing.

"You look beautiful. You should get the dress." He said matter of factly.

You chuckled.

"What's wrong?" You questioned.

"Need you to do something for me."

You frowned. He lifted his t-shirt up, and you gasped.

"Simon! Here?!" You whispered-yelled.

He laughed. It made you smile.

"Not what I had in mind but don't test me too much." He warned teasingly.

He reached for his pocket, getting out a little tube. You frowned in confusion.

"My lipstick?"

"Go on. Put it on."

"Simon… i don't understand…"

"Go on bunny. To please me."

He didn't need to say anything else. You rolled your eyes for the theatric move, but picked up the lipstick before turning to the mirror and applying it. You smeared the lipstick, pressing your lips together. You finally turned to him.

"Alright. What now?" You asked.

He had crossed his arms on his chest, muscles flexing.

"Drop a kiss." He ordered.

"Sorry… what?" You huffed a laugh.

"Anywhere. Drop a kiss. Leave a pretty mark." He ordered again.

You frowned, shaking your head a bit.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Bunny." He warned.

You rolled your eyes again. He grabbed your ching making you look at him.

"Roll you eyes at me again. Go on bunny. Try it. I'll ruin you against that mirror and I'll make sure the whole fucking store hears you."

You gasped, your cheeks now burning.

"Now come here. And paint me."

You closed your eyes, smirking. You tried to gain back composure.

"Alright. Fine."

You stepped closer to him, looking at his body. Just the thought of it made you squeeze your thighs together.

"A kiss baby. One. Behave."

You bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Bunny. Behave. I already got one punishment for you. You don't want to add another one."

You faked a pout before turning to your task. A kiss. Where? Did it matter? You wanted to kiss every part of him. You finally settled for a spot. You dropped your head to his ribs, on the left side almost hidden by his arm. You dropped a kiss, making sure to leave a pretty print. You looked at your handy work, lifting your hand to slightly smudge the lower corner of the left side of the print, leaving a little smudge that made it almost like art.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"If you want the perfect thing you'll have to come back again… and again." You teased.

He chuckled. He took back his t-shirt putting it back on him.

"Simon… what are you doing?" You were truly confused now.

He lifted his mask, kissing you deeply, making you melt in his arms.

"Thank you, I got what I need."

He smirked before pulling down his mask, grabbing the lipstick and stepping out. You remained there confused for a second before shaking your head and turning back to the mirror. You brushed the little flowery dress with your hands. It was pretty. Maybe you'd buy it.

You changed back into your clothes, heading back out to the girls.

"Heyyy. What happened in there?" Bishop teased.

"I wouldn't be able to explain because I didn't get it either." You answered.

"Damn. He's that good?" Melissa joked as well.

"Oh you have, NO idea." You smirked, making the girls woo.

You headed with them to the counter to pay for your things. You had decided to get only the little dress.

"Will that be all?" The cashier asked with a smile.

"Yes thank you!" You said returning her smile.

"Well, it's been paid for already."

You blinked the girls wooing again.

"The lieutenant…" the cashier tried, now a bit confused.

"Of course.. hum… thank you." You said with another smile.

You walked out with them when bishop decided to tease more.

"He loves to spoil you rotten doesn't he?" She joked, wiggling her eyebrows.

You shook your head but couldn't stop yourself from smiling. If only they knew what you knew. The way he had eyed you in that dress. That man spoiled you anytime yes, but this dress.. he wanted to rip it up and fuck you in it. You wouldn't complain for a second though.

You had joined the rest of the team. Amy was still happily settled in between Price and Liza. But someone was missing.

"Where's Simon ?"

"Oh he said he got something to do. He'd join us later." Price informed you.

You frowned but nodded.

"There's another shop that you NEED to see." Melissa almost yelled.

"Guys… I'm tired…" you whined.

"Come on. You need to." Melissa confirmed.

You were curious. You had rarely seen her so adamant about something. So you accepted. It caught soap and Gaz's attention who decided they wanted to follow you too but we're quickly shut down by Melissa and Margo. Now you truly were curious. They slipped their arms through yours and walked away with you.

The store was mysterious. There were no open windows to look inside. Nothing that could tip you on what the store was. You had stepped in to be in shock. Not only was it a lingerie store, but it was much more than that. Little costumes, some toys and accessories like handcuffs and collars.

"How the hell was this permitted on base?" You asked in a laugh.

"I think we should all secretly thank Kate." Melissa added. "You got to follow me. When I saw this, I immediately thought of you."

You frowned but she grabbed your hand, dragging you and a very curious Margo behind her. When you finally stopped in front of some mannequins you finally understood.

"Oh my god. YES." Margo squealed.

You looked at the little pink dress. The velvety fabric mixed with fake fur and lace. It was a strapless dress, two pom poms acting as buttons on the corset. A flowy skirt with white lace at the bottom. Two separate sleeves, and white fishnets thigh highs. But the most noticeable feature. The bunny headband with pose-able white fluffy bunny ears.

"Oh my god…" you said under your breath.

"I will BUY it for you if you don't." Melissa warned.

You smirked at her.

"Oh don't worry. I'm going to buy it."

It had been a full hour and half and Simon hadn't come back yet. You wondered where he had run off to.

"Y/N, Y/N!" Soap called.

You turned to him.

"Can I take Riley to training?" He asked full of hope.

You weren't exactly against it… but you were a bit scared to leave Riley with anyone else for now.

"We'll have to think about it."

You spun around at the sound.

"Hey, where have you been?" You asked.

"I ran a little errand." He answered.

You were confused. He winked at you.

"Let's head home." Price called.

Everyone agreed, and home you were headed.

Once home everyone went their way. The girls had gone back to the house in front of yours, Melissa with them. Price had gone to base. Riley walked upstairs with you to put your new purchases in your room. Riley jumped on your bed as you closed the door behind you. It made you so happy to see him so comfortable. He loved to cuddle Reaper and it made you melt.

You started putting away your new clothes when you spotted the pretty pink outfit. You bit your lip. You wanted to try it. You jumped up grabbing the bag and running to your bathroom. You very meticulously put in the outfit. You made sure the fishnet thigh fit, even though they squished a bit your thighs. You put the bunny ears, putting one of the ears down cutely. You spun around looking at yourself in the mirror.

It was cute. Pretty. You wondered how Simon would react. You picked up the last little thing in the bag. Turns out the store did another very interesting thing. Leather collars, that you could personalize. Now these weren't pet ones… not that kind of pet at least. You chose a pink one, the little medallion engraved 'Bunny' and the back… you bit your lip. You were really curious about his reaction.

You walked back into the bedroom, looking for your phone. You noticed Riley on the bed. His tail wagged when he saw you and you smiled. You sat on the new on your knees, petting the pup who turned around for belly rubs. He decided to give some love back by licking up your hands to your face. You giggled, trying not to be attacked by the amount of love he was sending your way.

When the door opened, you jolted back, Riley taking back his usual protective stance.

"Y/N, have you-"

Simon stared at you. He looked shocked behind his mask. You bit your lip. Was it too much? Did you go overboard? Riley jumped from the bed, joining Simon. He wagged his tail, ready to get his attention.

"You've been a good boy. You've been keeping an eye on my bunny. " He said. Eyes never leaving yours as his hands ruffled the fur around Riley's neck.

"How about that training buddy huh?" Riley growled, suddenly fully alert, he was perfectly aware of what it meant and he looked excited.

"si-"

"Sit right there baby. Just stay there and look pretty for me. I'm gonna take care of you in a little moment."

He headed to the door, swinging it open. Riley had followed up like a good pup.

"MCTAVISH." He roared in the hallway, making you jump.

You heard the rush of Soap's footsteps up the stairs. Simon grabbed the handle of the door, slightly closing it to hide the view of you, sitting on the bed, cute little pink bunny suit, no underwear.

"Yes lieutenant?" Soap's almost shaky voice asked, probably slightly scared of the tone he was called.

"You wanted to take Riley for a little training. today's your chance."

"Really?! fuck ye-" he roared happily.

"Take Gaz and koning."

"What?"

"I have to repeat myself? you have two minutes to get out of the house."

You could see him take his phone out, you quickly realized he was setting a timer.

"TWO minutes. Starting. Now."

Soap scurried off calling Riley's attention who followed him. Simon walked back into the room, closing the door behind him.

You were wet already. The feeling of his hands on you was a craving that burned bright deep in you. You squirmed, earning a chuckle from him.

"Look at you.. so needy."

"Simon..." you whined.

"Keep sitting pretty. Two minutes my love."

He put the phone up on the chest of drawers making sure you could see the timer. You watched the seconds tick down with anticipation.

"Be a good girl. Be patient. This is the first step from teaching you obedience."

You bit your lip. The velvety fabric of the dress making you shiver, your skin almost crawling at every touch.

"You'll be a good girl. And you're going to wait. If you do so. You'll get a reward. If you misbehave. You'll get punished. Am I clear?" He explained in a dark tone, leaning back against the door, arms crossed over his chest.

You nodded.

"Use your words."

"yes..."

"yes who?"

"yes lieutenant..." you whined.

"Good girl."

You grabbed the sheets underneath you. His eyes roamed your body, suddenly the temperature seemed to have risen way too much. You watched him take his mask off, putting it down next to his phone. Two minutes. You never felt two minutes pass by so slowly.

"You look so pretty, baby. Where did you get that?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

"At.. the mall. There's a shop…" you tried to explain.

"I'll have to pay them a visit. See what else they got for my princess."

Princess? That was new… you blushed heavily. He laughed at that.

"You like being called princess? I can see you blush from here. The way your skin gets rosy… all the way down to your beautiful breasts."

The more he talked, the wetter you got. You could feel the warmth mixed with wetness in between your legs.

"Look at you. Being a patient darling for me." He praised.

He reached for his shirt, slipping it over his head, letting it fall to the floor. And you noticed it. The piece of plastic to his skin… where… you left a lipstick mark.

"Simon?" You questioned.

He followed your gaze. Smirking.

"You… you tattooed it?!" You asked, ready to jump towards him.

"Bunny. Stay on the bed." He warned.

You froze. Now this was torture. He dropped a bomb on you and now… now you had to sit still?

"Yeah I did. I wanted something on me. From you. Not a jewel. Not a piece of clothing… something no one could take from me.."

"Simon.." you whined.

Your fingers grabbed the sheets harder. Your heart felt like it'd fly out of your chest.

"Go on..whine."

There was something. With him. His behavior. Was it the near death experience? The way he saw you breakdown from the sheer fear of losing him. The way you clung to him since he arrived. What was it? The way he looked at you. The way he licked his lips looking at you. His gaze dark.

"You've put yourself in danger. Do you understand?" He started, voice a few octaves lower than usual.

You nodded shyly.

"You were in a danger zone. You strayed away from the team when you were told not to." He continued.

You remained silent.

"I can't bear to see you hurt or in danger…"

"I couldn't bear losing you Simon.." you argued.

"I know baby. I'm right here now. I'm gonna take care of you."

The ringing echoed through your mind and body. The timer. He grabbed the phone, angrily turning it off before putting down on your desk, stepping closer to the bed. God. The way he walked. How did this man could be so fucking hot by simply walking?

He reached you, grabbing your chin softly, making you look at me.

"Fuck you look adorable…" he cursed.

He dived down, ceasing your lips. The slow, deep kiss made you moan against him. You straightened up, trying to get him closer to you. He stepped back, grinning.

"You were patient. Like a good girl. Lay back baby."

You happily obliged, laying on your back head on your pillows. He looked at you, almost like a predator. You wanted to say it felt like a wolf hunting a Bunny, just for the beautiful picture of it, but this wasn't a wolf. It was something darker. More powerful. He was a demon, some shadow like king and you were at his mercy. At his mercy, yet completely safe.

He raised his hand letting his finger caress your cheek before letting it travel down your neck. Slowly, achingly slowly, he passed over your chest, traveling down your stomach, straight towards… he didn't touch you. He simply hovered it before moving to the end of the bed. He kneeled down, positioning himself in between your legs. His big hands squeezed your thighs making you giggle, earning a grin from him.

"You know… I'm not gonna take off your pretty outfit. I'm going to fuck you in it."

You felt your breath stop in your lungs. His hands traveled up and down your thighs, slowly raising the skirt of the dress. Of course you didn't put your panties on.

"Fuck… look at that…"

You blushed. He had seen you naked so many times. He still found the words to make you blush like a schoolgirl.

"Such a pretty little pussy…"

You felt his hand rise up towards your heat, his thumb hovering over your lips, not applying pressure. You tried to wiggle your hips but his other hand held you in place.

"No. You'll get it, when I'll allow it. Understood?"

"Yes… yes lieutenant…"

"Good girl. See. You can be such a good bunny for me."

His thumb rubbed up and down your slit, finger coating in your juices. You bit your lip, a little moan escaping your lips. You tried not to wiggle again. His eyes never left yours as finally rubbed your clit very softly. He watched with fascination your every moan, gasp, lip bite.

"I need to taste you…"

Your eyes flashed open wide. You wanted to say something but it was a bit late, he was already lowering himself to you. He pressed mouth open kisses on your thighs. The anticipation was killing you. He looked up at you before biting on your thigh. Harshly. You yelped, hand flying to his hair to grasp it. He sucked on the skin, breaking the little blood vessels underneath it, making sure a dark red bruise was visible. He looked at his handy work before kissing the little mark, making his way back to your aching little cunt.

The little breath on your lips, made you sigh. He kissed it, making you blush again. His tongue licked through your folds in a long straight line. He groaned against you, the vibration only adding to your pleasure.

"Fuck.. you taste divine." He groaned again.

His tongue made sure to explore every sweet spot, it felt good. It felt, really good. You were glad that the house was empty because you kept moaning loudly. Your hand in his hair, tugging slightly every time he licked or sucked at that little bud of nerves. He was making you sensitive. You could feel goosebumps as the sight of an orgasm was getting closer.

He played with it. He made sure to lick and press with his tongue until he felt your body getting more and more tense, moans getting louder and then he'd stop. Just to do it all over again. Tongue savoring you, he built up your orgasm again, this time he kept going, through the rise of your voice and the tremble of your legs.

"Si..Simon… gon'cum.."

He stopped. You whined loudly. He sat back up in between your legs. You looked up at him pleading. He lowered himself to your face.

"Taste yourself on my tongue.." he whispered.

He kissed you, tongue salty. You moaned, trying to wrap your legs around his waist but he stopped you.

"This is the punishment, remember?" He said with a smirk.

Getting back into position, he let his fingers run up and down your slit again, thumb teasing your clit again. You moaned the pleasure slightly more intense from the edging. His index teased your entrance before slowly pushing in. You gasped, wiggling your hips. Now he played with your clit while slowly pumping his finger in and out.

"Let's add another finger… you've taken more than that… my cock fills you much better than this."

A second finger at your entrance before you stretched out to welcome both. Now he played, curling his fingers inside to build you up again. But denying you. He'd stop, remove his finger, hands back on your thighs to caress them but nowhere near where you needed them. You were starting to feel overwhelmed, the tears prickling at your eyes.

He started his torture again, thumb on your clit two fingers pumping in and out at a slow steady pase. He curled them again making your head fall back. You felt yourself tip over the edge… almost.. almost there. Until he removed his fingers again.

"No!" You whimpered.

He chuckled darkly.

"Now bunny. Did you think I'd let you off that easily?"

He stood up, looking at you as he slowly unbuckled his belt. The fucking sound always made you clench around nothing. He undressed himself, his already hard cock in his hand. He pumped himself a few times, the sight of you, legs wide open just for him making him groan. He kneeled down in between your legs, tip brushing against your clit, coating himself in your slick.

He noticed the collar, fingers grabbing the medallion.

"Bunny. Now that's cute. What's written in the back?" He questioned spinning the metal in his hand.

He froze. You didn't think he'd react like that. Not for just this.

"Say it. Out loud." He ordered.

He was asking you to say out loud what you had asked engraved on it? You looked away but he quickly stopped you, grabbing your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on him.

"Say it. You've been a good girl. If you want your reward. Say it."

You wanted your reward. You needed it.

"Property of Lieutenant Ghost Riley…"

He pushed his tip through your folds, a familiar burn making you arch your back. He pushed himself until he bottomed out. He wasted no time to pound you at a steady pace. His hand remained around your neck, watching you as his name spilled from your lips. You were sensitive. Too sensitive. He had denied your orgasm too much. He let go of your neck, grabbing your thighs as he looked down.

"Fuck… what a sight. Your.. shit… your pretty cunt… taking me… fuck… so well…"

You whimpered at his words. The tears had long won their fight, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to remain at least focused on him, mind dizzy.

"Si.. Simon.. please…"

"Fuck.. look at you. Tears running down… fuck… your face.. I love ruining you."

His pace quickened, hips smacking into yours. You were loud. Shit you were loud. He shifted again letting go of your legs to let you wrap them around his waist. He grabbed your wrists, putting your hands over your head. He intertwined his fingers with your, eyes planted into your as he fucked you passionately.

"Are.. you, going to listen to me?"

You nodded frantically, unable to speak.

"Words..use your words." He ordered.

"Y-Yes! I'll.. listen… please… please…" you tried.

"That's it baby, keep your legs open for me

give me full access to you, keep your body open… you're taking me so well, fuck I'm addicted to this... you're a fucking drug." He praised you.

You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to cum so badly, it burned.

"Please.. lieutenant! Please!"

He chuckled again. But you could feel in his own thrusts he was close.

"You're going to be… a good girl?" He growled.

"Ye-s… yes! I.. be your good girl…" you whined.

"I'm gonna fill you up baby, and you're going to take it.."

"Please!" You whimpered again through a cry.

He looked at you, slowly angling himself to hit the perfect spot. You were breaking apart, finally reaching your orgasm.. a thrust and you were gone. Little spots blurring your vision. You were sure you screamed his name as he pounded you through his own orgasm. It took a long minute to catch your breath. You were still crying. He had caught you in his arms, praises falling from his lips. He kissed your soaked cheeks, repeating how much of a good girl you were, how you did so good for him.

"You alright bunny?" He asked softly.

You nodded, biting your lip.

"You were amazing darling. You've done so well, I'm proud of you."

He kissed you, little kisses, sweet.

"I think that bunny suit has awakened something in me…" he teased.

You couldn't help but giggle. The bunny suit had been an amazing idea. You'd make sure to wear it more often.

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Damn...

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v4mpgutz · 5 months

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Lover, Ethan Landry [ HEADCANONS ]

— darlin' you're my, my, my, my lover <3

ethan landry relationship and other headcanons!

warnings ! — canon-typical blood and gore, canon-typical violence, suggestive content (implied intercourse but no smut), mentions of murder

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ghostface ethan landry:

ethan landry with an s/o that is so incredibly naive and he finds it absolutely adorable.

-> he comes home from what you assume to be econ, not even questioning him because he's your boyfriend and you trust him. he grins when you ask him how his class went. you didn't question the fact that he had small amounts of blood splattered on his collarbone and his shoes — you didn't question anything. he doesn't say anything other than "good" before he's leaning in to kiss your cheek, a subtle grin on his face as he proceeds to pull you into a hug. what a sad, naive, little thing you were.

ethan landry who completely guts a guy in one of your college classes that won't stop flirting with you. you're his, he doesn't appreciate this asshole chatting you up. so, he murders him, pfft — obviously — because that would be the logical thing to do right?

-> he sneaks into your bedroom window afterwards, his mask cast aside but the black robe still engulfing his body as he walks over to where you're reading on your phone, laying on your side. he's immediately sliding in behind you and wrapping his right arm around your thigh, caressing the skin softly as his left one wraps around your waist. his head buries itself into your neck, leaving gentle kisses there as you giggle. you're so cute. so cute, in fact, that he wants nothing more, after just stabbing some guy who hit on you to death, then to have his way with you.

non-ghostface ethan:

ethan absolutely loves laying on top of you with his arms wrapped around your stomach. he feels so safe and comfortable and warm — he almost never wants to leave. he also really loves being the little spoon but he's never actually voiced that fact because he's a little shy and doesn't want you to think it means he's weak.

(personal projection headcanon) ethan is autistic and his special interests are spiderman and crystals. he loves spiderman and has a whole bookshelf of comics, posters also covering his walls. he also kind of accidentally got into crystals one day and was like "huh" before going down a loophole of different types of crystals and their spiritual meanings, ruling planets and signs, where they're found etc and now he could see two crystals exactly the same and tell you the difference between them.

-> he has auditory processing disorder so when you're telling him something he'll be listening and nod along, saying "yeah" and "ohhh" but a few seconds later he's going, "wait, what did you say?" this happens a few times within the span of 5 minutes sometimes but you're patient with him and he loves you for that. he also needs captions on when watching tv like 90% of the time because he hears what people are saying but can't process it at the same time unless he's seeing it.

ETHAN LANDRY IS A SWIFTIE!!! he fell in love with taylor swift when he was little because quinn listened to her and now he has all of her album cds and a few vinyls including debut with the ORIGINAL picture to burn (yurrr gayyy.. sorry)

-> his favourite albums are definitely folklore and lover but speak now really has a special place in his heart. he listens to mirrorball and haunted that many times a day that you could play them while he's sleeping and he'll just start singing... in his sleep.

he's definitely lactose intolerant but the kind of lactose intolerant person that will eat copious amounts of ice cream and then later while they're fighting for their life be like "lol worth it."

he kept seeing people say pookie on the internet so he kept calling chad pookie but like.. unironically. on the street they'd be near a road and ethan will just all of a sudden say, "careful pookie! theres a crosswalk!" chad attempts to get him to stop. attempts.

ethan loves to bring you flowers, little origami animals, your favourite snacks and drinks etc when he knows you've had a bad day or even if you've had a good one. his love languages are definitely gift giving and physical touch.

he says sorry literally all of the time because of wayne and it makes you sad but also makes you want to literally throw his dad off of the statue of liberty because fuck that dude.

when he's sad he won't out-right tell you because he doesn't want you to worry but you notice right away anyway because he gets super clingy. you're laying in bed with him, cuddling as you play with his hair while reading your textbook.

-> you get up to get a glass of water and he whines, pouting and huffing as he gets up too, following you like a lost puppy. "eth, what's the matter?" you ask and he pauses at your sudden stop in the middle of the kitchen. "nothin'.." he mumbles back as he plays with his fingers anxiously, "..'m fine."

i love him to death and i have even more hcs but didnt wanna make this too long. pt.2 maybe?? idk, send asks or comment with your hcs too !

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sam24 · 4 months

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Officially Confused

Summary: Tony thought you and Steve were enemies. Apparently not.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

*****

Tony sighed as he took yet another sip of the tea Bruce had given him.

“It’ll help Tony, I promise. Just try it.”

Bullshit, Tony snorted. No matter how many cups he drank of Bruce’s alleged ‘calming’ tea, it wasn’t working.

His sleep-deprivation, bags under his eyes, major headache, and lots of meetings and press conferences needed to be attended to didn’t immediately disappear like he was secretly hoping.

And on top of that were you and Steve.

You two were a major pain in the ass for Tony, arguing all the time, during missions and meetings.

Even though he loved drama, the constant bickering had gotten a little out of hand.

Steve’s loyalty didn’t sit well with you, and your sarcasm didn’t sit well with him.

And Tony was stuck in the middle.

The first time you two had met was when he came out of the ice and Fury introduced him to you as his best agent.

The whole enemies thing didn’t actually start until you two went off on your first mission together a little bit after Bucky’s ‘rescue’ (Tony honestly didn’t know what to call it). Suddenly, you two were throwing passive-aggressive insults at each other like there was no tomorrow. After a while, the passive went away and they were just full on aggressive comments.

At first, Tony thought it was hilarious. Until he realized it was just annoying.

Individually, Tony actually really liked you, and he tolerated Steve. But together? Tony absolutely dreaded being in a room with you two in it, because nothing good could happen from that.

You both could somehow find the littlest things to argue about, and they would turn into full fledged debates in a span of 2 minutes. Usually you won, but that’s probably because Tony always waited until you had the last say to break it up.

But then something happened.

After your mission together in Craiova (even though Tony strongly vetoed the idea of you and Steve going together) something changed.

You stopped rolling your eyes the minute he opened his mouth, and he stopped leaning over to whisper something you probably wouldn’t like in Bucky’s ear whenever Fury mentioned you during Avengers meetings.

Tony once even thought he caught Steve looking at you during an Avengers Movie Night that Clint dragged you to, and not in the ‘what the hell is she doing here’ way.

Tony was needless to say shocked, but he didn’t have the time to enjoy it while it lasted because he was busy worrying that you would pull a ‘sike, you thought’ (at least that’s what Peter always would say) on him and you both would go back to making Tony go crazy.

That was the moment when you decided to walk in, taking a handful of m&ms from Clint’s ‘secret’ jar.

You raised your eyebrow at the empty tea packets decorating the kitchen counter.

“You might wanna throw those away before Steve calls the cops on you for littering.” You joked.

Tony hummed as he finished the cup with a long sip.

“Don’t blame me, it was all Doctor Bruce’s doings.”

You chuckled, not bothering to question it as you shoved another handful of stolen candy into your mouth.

“Well then please carry on. It would be hilarious to have ‘Death by Green Tea’ written on your grave.” You called over your shoulder as you left.

“Yeah, so funny.” Tony muttered before getting up to make another cup of tea.

He didn’t know if it was because he was tired, half dead inside, stressed out, or just high on tea, but he didn’t realize until 20 minutes later that the oversized hoodie you were wearing was actually Steve’s.

One hour later, Tony was fanned out on the couch, officially confused.

There was no doubt the hoodie was Steve’s, considering the fact he wore it all the time (and that it was an abnormal size).

Certainly you didn’t steal it from him. Steve would’ve guarded it with his life. But even if you did manage to, he would’ve hunted it down in 0.001 seconds.

Were you guys together?

No way, Tony thought. The only logical explanation is that she bought a ginormous hoodie because she was cold, and it looks exactly like his because they have similar style.

But even Tony knew that was stupid.

And in that moment, Steve strolled into the common room (what are we in, Hogwarts?), looking oddly happy.

“Oh, hey there Tone.” Steve pulled out a salad from the fridge. “You okay?”

Tony’s eyes narrowed.

He was supposed to be okay. The two people who hated each other like just last week were exchanging hoodies, so that was good for him, right? No more arguing?

Wrong.

Tony wasn’t worried anymore. He was suspicious. (Or, ‘sus’, as Peter would say.)

He decided to put Steve to the test.

“I’m fine, just tired.”

Tony continued talking about all the work he had to do as he watched Steve clearly zone out.

Step one: See if Her Name Gets His Attention.

Tony said your name, and Steve looked up so fast Tony thought his neck would snap.

“ -made me some tea though, and that really helped.” Tony carefully watched Steve’s face as he lied with no remorse.

“That’s good.” Steve was a master at the poker face, but Tony could tell it was coming down.

Step two: Watch His Reaction to Her Praise.

“I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

Tony was expecting jealousy to step two, but he got something even better.

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool.” Steve looked down.

Tony could’ve sworn Steve was blushing.

No, he did swear. That little bastard was indeed blushing.

At this point, the rest of the steps were useless.

Steve was making it incredibly obvious.

You know that proud husband look Tony had whenever Pepper did something great that made him wanna shout ‘THAT’S MY WIFE, BITCHES’?

Yeah, that’s exactly the look Steve had on.

Steve then had a very visible realization that he was smiling like a fool and staring into space, his salad forgotten.

Steve cleared his throat and devoured the remaining of the salad as quickly as he could and practically ran out.

Tony smirked and got up from the couch - but not to make another cup of tea.

His job here was done.

Now, all he needed to do was tell the whole compound.

#marvel fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #crack fic #secret relationship

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shegxox · 1 year

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flirts. | chamber , sova

that moment when you hear chamber flirt with viper the first time on the field.

cw: swearing

wc: 1,005

a.n: idk what this is but uh, enjoy? also, let me know if you guys like this type of stuff. ++ gaia visual here ^^

previous : next

"VIPER, you must let me take you out sometime. Dinner– dancing! I know the perfect place."

"Chamber, I would rather drink my own poison."

You stifled a giggle as you and KAY/O shared a look, the robot merely shook his head as the two of you overhear the comms of the agent on the field.

"Does this happen all the time?" You asked, muting off your voice in comms.

"More often than you think," KAY/O replies.

You have just arrived at the Vulture, catching up on a mission that you were supposed to be in. Viper, Chamber, and Sova were already on the field, leaving you and KAY/O at the aircraft.

"Come now, mademoiselle. No need to be so cold, I know just the thing to warm you up."

Your eyes widened and slapped a hand on your mouth, hunching over as you heard those words.

"Less flirting, more focus." You could already tell that Viper was gritting her teeth.

"How could I focus when I'm in a presence of such beauty."

"Pfft–" your laughter busted out as you watched them from the screens. "Oh my gods this is so painful to hear!"

KAY/O lets out a defeated sigh, "Affirmative."

You tapped on your comms and finally made them aware of your presence.

"Chamber, you're so lame." You managed to utter out through fits of giggles.

The comms suddenly went silent.

"Yeah, that's right, I can hear your cringey lines."

Sova's voice then joined in, "Gaia? Is that you?"

"Yup and hearing Chamber flirt just took away half my life span." You said dramatically, "Lameness is my weakness!"

You faintly hear Viper let out a chuckle

"What are you doing here?" Chamber's voice suddenly cut through in a demanding tone.

"Uhh, I'm part of the mission, duh."

"How was I not informed of this?"

"The last-minute briefing we had that you skipped." Viper answers in a deadpan tone. "It would only be natural for her to be here, she's the one who caught Legion lingering around the site."

"That's right." You nodded. "And FYI, my flora just sensed movement."

"I'm picking up a signal near A site," KAY/O added as he scanned through the screens. "Everyone in position, they're here. I'm sending Gaia in."

You made your way to your motorcycle that was parked near the exit, KAY/O lowers the altitude of the Vulture, preparing to open the aircraft's backdoors.

"Sova, ice cream and barbie movies after this?" You quickly asked as you mount your ride.

"It would be a pleasure," Sova replied.

"That's how you do it, Chamber." You teased as you put on your helmet.

"Ah, even I would say yes to that offer if you asked me, ma chérie." Chamber shot back in a flirty tone.

"Who wouldn't say no to you, mon chou?"

You feigned a gasp, your ride humming to life.

"My, my mon cher. Hitting on two ladies at once?" You laughed darkly. "What a player."

"I could say the same for you, little goddess."

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"I hate myself so much." You groaned as you clutched your side, falling down on one knee.

"Not as much as I hate you." Your copy seethed before sending vines searing through your direction.

"I am you, dummy." Swiping your hand on the ground and up, the earth rises as it curved its direction, forming a barrier that blocked the vine's attack.

You pressed on your comms, "I need an arrow or a bullet at 12 o'clock, 8 meters, now!"

The familiar sound of Chamber's gun rang through the air almost immediately and you put your barrier down to see your copy's body fall.

"Merci!"

With the detonator in hand, you ran towards the spike, the beeping sound going faster as you began defusing. The bomb started to glow red and your surroundings started to rise.

"C'mon, I have ice cream waiting for me after this." You clicked your tongue as the spike started to form cracks underneath it, nearing its end. And just before it did, you finally defused it.

"Oh sweet barbie mermaidia." You breathed out in relief before letting yourself down on the ground.

"That was fucking close. . . "

Hurried footsteps pounded the ground as they rushed towards you.

"Gaia!" Sova kneeled next to you as he started inspecting your state. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." You rasped before trying to sit up. "Just got hit on the side, no biggie."

"Are you sure?" Your mentor asked worriedly

"Yeah, look, I'm healing right now." You assured as you twisted your torso a bit to the side to show your glowing palm covering your side.

Sova heaved a sigh in relief.

"Good."

"Well, that was a job well done." A new voice entered as Chamber stepped into view. "A close call, but well done."

You gave him a weak smile, "Thanks for the headshot."

"No problem, mademoiselle." Chamber held out a hand. "Merely aiding a damsel in distress."

You scoffed, taking his hand.

"I could've handled her if we had more time." You sighed as you stood up with Sova following suit.

"But, yes. I was in distress."

"Would the damsel still be in distress if I say that she owes me one?" Chamber asked with a sly smirk.

"Oh god, what do you want." You shot him a playful look of disdain.

"Dinner, dancing– I know the perfect place." There was a glint of craftiness in his eyes and you couldn't help but be impressed.

You huffed a laugh, "Cute but recycled. You'd have to wait in line."

Chamber shot you a charming smile, "I'm a patient man."

You then felt a large warm hand on your lower back.

"We need to head back," Sova utters, looking at you gently. "Captain is waiting."

"Ah, right. Let's go." Taking your hand from Chamber's hold, "I'm taking my bike, by the way, I have somewhere to be first."

Sova's eyebrows furrowed, "Is it another mission?"

"Ah no," You chuckled. "I'll just buy some ice cream."

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stars-over-ice-cream · 9 months

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if adashi and klance went on a double date i think it'd just turn into shiro and keith trying to embarrass each other with these stupid ass stories from before Kerberos and lance and adam would be like, "okay??"

Keith: this one time Shiro spilled hot coffee all over himself because he was trying to check the time on his watch Shiro: yeah but twelve year old Keith once tried to set the fuel of one of the Garrison's motorbikes on fire while riding it because he thought it'd be a cool way to die Keith: Shiro literally got rejected and cried in his bed for three weeks- Shiro, tickling him: -no you don't you little shit- Keith, between shrieks: he ate two boxes of Lucky Charms in the span of 46 minutes Shiro: hey, i was scarred! Keith, smirking: well yeah that's why you don't ask someone out at two am at Walmart Keith: he came home hugging a six-pack of tissue rolls saying it was "emotional support"

#voltron #klance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #adashi #takashi shirogane #broganes

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demonslayedher · 3 months

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Things that went through my head while watching this episode:

--The episode in which Kamado Tanjiro tries and fails to be a supporting character

--And he tried really, really hard too! After all, Genya is his friend (according to one of the two parties involved), and now he understands his dream. I do kind of wish they had a moment when Genya could explain, "I want to be a Pillar because only Pillars can meet Pillars" so that Tanjiro can reply, "No you don't, you just have to be in trouble! Here, Nezuko and I will help you stage doing something bad!"

--Genya makes the best confused noises--as well as the best desperation noises. But the way his confusion is so abject that it slows down the whole pace of a tense episode so we can truly feel the way the gears in his brain (which pounds super fast with how powered he is by adrenaline) is great, and it's even better how many times that happens in the span of a few minutes.

--Still, the difference between Tanjiro and Genya, when it comes to capability in battle, is palpable. Genya is not incapable--not by a long shot!!--and has earned this rank in the Corp by doing a whole lot more than eating demons. He isn't afraid of hard work, and his isn't willing to give up, but he is not as adept at analyzing a fight and fight and adapting on the fly. He is a throw-everything-got-and-then-keep-throwing-anyway kind of fighter who wins based on his own gumption, but being so driven by that heightened emotion has its limits.

--And what's key to Genya's character is that he knows it. While Himejima has surely had a good influence on his temper, but Genya accomplished character growth in a matter of minutes which Inosuke took more time to begrudgingly sort of figure out. In this episode we see Genya go from "I'm going to be a Pillar (and I hate you)" to "I can't do it. I'm leaving it to you." Way to be a bigger person, Genya!

--I wish we knew how old Genya and Sanemi were in that flashback. In order for Sanemi to have had enough time to go through Wind Breath training, climb the ranks, and becoming a Pillar colleague to Kanae, this was at the very least six years ago. What was Genya doing all that time before he entered the Final Selection?

--Also, I love Genya's maturity so much in recognizing that if Sekido kills him there, he'll leave Sanemi with those hurtful last words exchanged between them, whereas Genya's gets to comfort himself by seeing Sanemi's kindness and smile as the last thing in his life flashing before his eyes. Only a kind person would find that unfair.

--Remember how this episode aired, like, on Mother's Day? Yeah. Yeah.

--This....... flashback, man. It was done good but that's why I'm sad.

--One some other notes: Tanjiro's swords still glows hot red, he pulls the mark back on with ease and the effect is noticeable, and in that chase scene with Hantengu, I love how we see his expression change and adapt as the situation changes. I also love how among all his ongoing analysis of Hantengu and his weak points and how to avoid being overtaken by the Ki-Do-Ai-Raku attacks and how to locate the true body and catch up to him, he has not bothered to analyze what's going on with Genya whatsoever. It's a non-issue.

--Little Nezuko wave after "don't kill my sister, btw," ily.

--Skimper-skampering little Hantengu is still something I find very, very funny.

#KnY Rewatch #my art #shinazugawa genya #shinazugawa sanemi

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dlst0rtion · 11 months

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july 6th, 2012 (chapter one)

pairing: nekoma x male reader, yachi hitoka x male reader, and kuroo tetsurō x male reader

masterlist

series masterlist

a/n: not me coming back after 3 years

not many people know much about [name] on a personal level at school.

he didn't seem to hang out with anyone during school hours, not like many people would try.

[name] has a syndrome called "the resting bitch face" that intimidated a lot of people. not only that but he is also at the top of his class which fuels the fire of him being untouchable.

many girls in nekoma had a crush on the second-year boy. although he was aloof, he does have a handsome face and an aura that oozes out confidence but not in an arrogant way. he was just so... attractive.

[name] sat boredly in his math class as the teacher went on about logarithmic. he span his pen around his fingers as he turned towards the large windows.

it was grey outside and he sees dark clouds surrounding the sky.

"fuck," [name] cursed inside his head as he continued to glare out the window. he was in a rush getting out of the house today and didn't have time to check the weather forecast. he definitely didn't bring an umbrella to school.

[name] just hopes his little sister had time to pack one.

normally the two [last name] siblings would go to school together but [name] had to go out early to run some errands before school started.

the boy was so zoned out he didn't even hear the school bell ring until he heard his teacher say, "Class dismissed".

many of his classmates already left the classroom before he finally got up to collect his belongings.

it was the end of the day and students were getting ready for their clubs or staying after school to study. [name] didn't bother joining a club since he had other responsibilities to attend to.

when he exited his classroom many female students were loitering around wanting to get a glimpse of the handsome boy. some pretended to go through their lockers while some were in groups of circles, gossiping to their girl friends.

[name] paid them no mind however as he walked towards the front doors of the school, eager to get out and pick up his little sister before it starts to pour.

as he changed into his outside shoes and turned around, he accidentally bumped into a girl whose stuff was now all over the floor.

"[last name]-senpai! i'm so sorry!" the girl stuttered frantically as she bent down to try and collect her papers as quickly as possible.

"don't bother," came his short reply as the girl froze up, scared and embarrassed. "it was my fault."

[name] crouched down and picked up the remaining papers swiftly. he couldn't help but look at the contents of the papers.

croissant recipe. how to make a red velvet cake. how to pipe flowers on cupcakes.

ah... this girl is from the baking club.

"thank you, [name]-senpai!" the girl blushed as she took the papers from his hands.

"don't mention it," [name] remarked and started walking towards the exit.

"wait-!" she gasped, wanting to say more to the male but he was already outside the door.

he walked a few blocks before turning the corner to his bus station but to his demise, he saw his bus leaving as soon as he turned the corner. not only that but it started to rain... heavily.

"what a shitty day," [name] grumbled as he stood at his bus station, waiting for the next bus to arrive in the cold rain.

after a couple of minutes, he decided to sit down on the floor, tired from standing still for 15 minutes. he didn't care anymore, he was already soaking wet from head to toe so it was not like sitting on the wet floor would make a difference.

[name] zoned out again as he continued to wait. he didn't realize the rain stop attacking his body until he looked up and saw a male wearing the same uniform as him, with his bed head sticking out from all directions.

"you're [last name] [name]," the rooster head said as he held out his umbrella for the both of them.

"yeah? and what's it to you?" came his reply as he continued to sit on the ground.

"tsk tsk tsk no need to be hostile, [last name]," the other boy chided as he wore a smile on his face despite [name]'s rude reply.

"and who are you?"

"kuroo tetsurō."

"the volleyball captain?"

"oh? so you have heard of me."

"all bad things."

"nobody likes a liar, [last name]."

[name] just rolled his eyes and ignored the boy.

"i've heard a lot about you too," kuroo said eyeing the boy.

"what do you want?"

"just to talk. i know you don't hang around a lot of people. kenma told me, he's in your class."

"so what? I'm a pity case? i don't need friends."

"everybody needs friends, [last name]. and it's not a pity case, I actually find you quite intriguing."

"and? why is that?"

"you're so popular yet nobody knows who you really are. you haven't joined any clubs yet and you're at the top of your year."

"are you stalking me?"

"nope. word travels fast in nekoma."

"what do you want?" [name] finds himself asking this question again.

"you should join the volleyball team."

"not a chance," kuroo frowned a little at his response.

"why not?"

"are you kidding me? it's July. it would be too late to join any sort of club."

"it's never too late."

"I don't know a single thing about volleyball."

"so? we'll teach you. you're pretty smart, you'll catch on quick."

"no."

"why not?"

God, [name] hated why notters.

"why do you want me to join so bad?"

"kenma is observant. you guys are in the same year and pe class. he tells me you're smart and quick with your strategies. finding out people's weakness in a matter of seconds and working around it."

"is that all you want me for? didn't you say your friend is observant? I think you guys are fine without me."

"I know who you really are. who you were."

"what the hell is that suppose to mean?" [name] snapped, standing up.

"you went to ushimi middle school and played as their wing spiker. you were a volleyball player."

"so you are a stalker."

"no, I'm just really good friends with that airhead wing spiker that played during your second year."

[name] only knew one airhead wing spiker during his middle school days, bokuto kōtarō.

"I don't play anymore."

"why n-"

"if you say why not one more time I'm going to punch you in the face."

kuroo bit back a smirk, knowing he irked the male.

"consider my invitation," kuroo said as [name]'s bus finally arrived.

he didn't say a word to kuroo and got on his bus, not sparing the volleyball captain a glance.

"you're late," [name]'s younger sister, [last name] kazuha, pointed out as she saw her older brother approaching her elementary school.

"yeah I know, I'm sorry," the older one out of the two replied as he took his sister's froggy umbrella and held it for the both of them, his other hand holding onto his sister's.

"what happened?" kazuha looked up at him with her adorably big [eye colour] eyes.

"hmm... don't worry about it. just tell me about your day while we walk home," he offered a small smile to kazuha as she brightened up and told her older brother all the exciting things she learned.

"go upstairs and do your homework but don't be too loud okay? mommy's resting," [name] whispered and put his finger in front of his mouth in a hush symbol.

"okay! I will be quiet for mommy," she whispered and copied his hush motion as well.

kazuha quietly ran up the stairs while [name] dropped his bag on the floor with a loud sigh and loosened his school tie.

[name] went up to his room as well and took a shower, changing into some nice warm and dry clothes.

he went over to his mother's room where she was still soundly asleep. he walked over to her window and pulled the curtains to let light through. it wasn't much light but enough to make the once pitch-black room have some sight.

he heard a groan and turned toward his mother.

"oh, sweetie. you're back from school?" the woman smiled at her child weakly.

"yeah, it's raining cats and dogs out there," he commented.

"sounds like a good day to stay in bed."

[name] didn't mention how she always stayed in bed for the past few years.

he walked towards her and sat on the edge of her bed, grabbing something from the nightstand.

"mother, I'm going to have to take a look at your arm."

"no," came her cheeky reply.

"mother," [name] said sternly as he prepared the thing in his hands.

"fine..." she muttered and gave her son her arm.

it was silent when [name] gave his mother her medicine.

she sometimes felt guilty about how [name] had to take care of her and little kazuha when he should be going out and hanging out with friends at his age.

"how was your day, [name]?"

"same old routine. I got drenched by the rain though."

"what did I tell you about being prepared for the weather, [name]?" she scolded her son lightly.

"sorry I was in a rush."

I was getting groceries before school.

"you can get sick, [name]!"

not as sick as you, he said in his head.

"it's okay, mother. a guy... offered me his umbrella."

"oh really? that's nice of him," she smiled.

"he offered me to join our school's volleyball club..."

"that's wonderful! you haven't played in so long."

"I didn't say I was going to join."

his mother frowned.

"but you loved volleyball..."

"you know I stopped playing after he left."

"that shouldn't stop you from playing it. volleyball used to be your passion."

his mother, ayaka, was sad to hear her son did not want to join his high school's volleyball club. when he was younger he wasn't passionate or enthusiastic about many things except volleyball.

she was happy when her son found something he finally loved but after some stuff happened, he swore to never play volleyball again.

"get some rest while I make dinner, I'll wake you up when it's finished," [name] said after a couple of moments of silence passed and he stood up to walk out of her room.

[name] sighed as he took some of the groceries he bought earlier that day and started cooking dinner. the cooking club was nice enough to lend over some free space in their fridge for the boy to put his groceries in.

even though he didn't have friends at school, he was on good terms with most people and is highly respected.

he was really tired when he finished cooking dinner. waking up early, going grocery shopping, attending school, taking care of his kid sister and sick mother, providing dinner, and having to do a closing shift at the Cafe he worked at was too much for a 17-year-old boy.

sometimes [name] wished he could have a different life.

he loves his sister and mother dearly but sometimes he wishes he can be like normal teenage boys his age.

before he delve deeper into self-pity he cursed himself for his selfish thoughts.

no, not today.

he wasn't going to make his day worse by going into his life crisis.

he made a plate for two.

he brought a plate to his mother who thanked him with sad eyes and left the other plate on the dining table.

he opened his sister's bedroom door, where she was sitting in her little makeshift fort.

"dinner is ready downstairs once you're done," he said to kazuha who smiled and thank him.

he went back downstairs and got ready to go to work. this time bringing an umbrella.

even though he was exhausted from a long day, he was ready to work a long night shift with his annoying coworker to provide for his family whom he cares for so much.

#x male reader #kuroo tetsuro #kenma kozume #kuroo x reader #kuroo x male reader #yachi hitoka #kenma x reader #kenma x male reader #yachi x reader #yachi x male reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #kuroo tetsuro x male reader #kenma kuzome x male reader #yachi hitoka x male reader

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always-is-always · 5 months

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Jimin-💜-Jungkook

This IS a LONG share, so have a seat, grab some coffee or tea, and bear with me....

Where to begin is a question... where to begin? My Heart is filled with so much right now that it is hard for my mind to translate it all.

The Heart Knows All.

When they went live the other day with Joonie and Tae, I could sense and feel(emapathically) that Jimin and Jungkookie were already in the energy of "companionship" in regards to the military. It was already in their field. This is in addition to their already established energetic connections that span all other aspects of their lives.

The energetic signature of the military is new and foreign. And, it is also distinct.

In that short time on the live, it was very clear to me that JK & JM would be okay. Everything was in place, energetically. That means that their bond, their commitment to one another to navigate the enlistment together was rock solid. It was palpable. And, there was the love that they share that clearly fuels this for them. However an observer "sees" that Love that flows between their hearts. Love is Love.

So, after watching that Vlive, I felt some peace. My Heart felt more settled, after that. I'm grateful for that peace, as I had been feeling some concern about them. My concern was not about them being bullied or something of that nature. It's been more of a concern about their emotional and mental wellbeing, while facing the challenges of going through the training and beyond.

This is where I get a little wobbly in my words.

I know without a doubt that Jimin and Jungkook will be each other's rocks, for the duration of the enlistment. They will have each other's backs. They will support each other in every way, on every level. That I have total confidence in.

Here is where concern creeps into my heart. Here is where I bear all in my own way, in putting into words what needs to be said.

When I watched the short video of their enlistment day what I saw, felt and sensed in both Jimin-ah and Jungkookie was VULNERABLILITY.

Yeah. Vulnerability.

Yeah.

Something that I had not seen in them, in quite this way. Or, at this level...

That broke my heart.

What we were seeing in both of them is vulnerability. An unease. Like they were stepping out to the precipice, and about to take a huge step off, into the unknown.

Seeing that reminded me that this experience is life-changing, beyond anything that a civilian can understand. Truly. Especially considering their choice of path, to enter the training for front line duty.

{{{A side story here- My bestie is a Veteran. She served in two wars, jumped out of airplanes, gave everything she had to serving the US. We have had many conversations about JK & JM enlisting. Some of what I know and understand comes directly from things that she has shared, her understandings (she's lbgtq), and such. I am not a Veteran, and have not had direct experience in the military.}}}

While watching the livestream waiting for Jimin and Jungkook to arrive, I noticed and felt some things about the military base, and I also realized some things about what JM & JK were stepping into.

.....that livestream was literally 4+ hours long.

As I sat with the volume on, I began to notice a man's voice shouting (it seemed) through a loud speaker (megaphone?), and then voices responding to him. There was a specific cadence to his words, and a specific crescendo in tone and volume, every time he spoke. He would get louder and louder, and the voices that responded would shout out the exact same words every time, and they repeated the response 3 times. What really caught my attention was the voice of a woman that was high-pitched, and louder than all of the others.

I began to listen to this, and after about 5 minutes I began to feel really uncomfortable. That kind of twisting in the solar plexus type of uncomfortable. I wound up turning the volume off, as it was really bothering me, and I began to feel anxious.

After several more minutes, I turned the volume back on and they were still going at it. Call and response. Over and over and over again... The same man shouting out and the same response back to him. That same woman's voice.....

Drill Sergeant. It finally dawned on me that the man was a Drill Sergeant. He was "drilling" instructions into the psyches of those soldiers , and who knows what else.... This type of repetition is designed to mold minds, to instill compliance, and to establish the foundation of training that follows.

That call and response lasted for an hour. They had a break for maybe 30 minutes, then it began again and continued. (It was still going on when JK & JM's vehicles arrived.) That same female voice calling out above the others...

So, my discomfort intensifed as my empathic and intuitive hits just made it hard to bear witness to what was happening. Even with it being something I was hearing and not seeing. So... I turned off the volume again, and then really looked at the base energetically. What dawned on me was the biggest awareness that brought me to tears, and it also sent me into prayer. (not religious prayer, just simply communicating with the Divine, and Benevolent Beings)

(What followed that prayer could be described in another post, but it will never be written. All I can say is that some big work was done, to clear that base of all nefarious energies, and to establish a clear Foundation of Light. To support everyone there.) (a tiny digression here!)

In those moments what I realized, is this: As soldiers they are taught how to take the life of another Human Being. Jimin and Jungkook would be learning this, in a way that also instills a commitment to do it, if they were to ever participate in an armed conflict.

Going back to my Bestie, I spoke with her about this. She said, "yeah, it's totally de-humanizing".

My thoughts then turned to what is and has been happening in this world for thousands of years. How and why we are still in a position on this planet where Human Beings have to be trained and prepared for war is something I just cannot understand. (Again, another rabbit hole!)

Jimin and Jungkook are enlisting because they have NO choice. Just like citizens of all 34 countries on Earth that have mandatory enlistment. This brings one more awareness into this.

There is a stark difference between a person enlisting by choice (like my Bestie), and a person enlisting because they do not have the right to choose otherwise. The experience is beyond difficult either way, but for those who are forced to go into the military it is another level.

Circle back to vulnerability. Circle back to Jimin and Jungkook, and their obvious state of being when they were enlisting. Especially in those last moments when we saw them marching off with the other enlistees.

What we have witnessed is beyond sad. There are no words that can adequately express this. That we live in a time where Human Beings are forced to enter into military service. That we live in a time where Human Beings are still being trained and taught to kill.

And, those beautiful Hearts that are Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook (and the others, too!) have to somehow get through their “training” and “service”, intact and unscathed. They have to make it through, maintaining their Innate Human Essence, and Heart.

Yeah.

All we can do on our end is continually send them clear energies of Love and Support. All we can do is hold Space, while they navigate through each day, each week, each month....

What will help them most is to Love them through this experience. In every moment. See them as being carried by Love and Grace, surrounded by Love and Grace, and held in Love and Grace. Every single moment of every single day.

What they are going to face is something that will impact them in ways that are yet to be known. I am just grateful beyond words that they have each other, to walk side by side, through this experience.