#hev & jun

[alexissimsblog]

just saved the girl, a kiss comes after right? 🕷️

[bamgeut]

noooo you!! ❤️‍🔥

that's very true, it's seungkwan + jun for me. jun is just.............affecting me a lot rn HELP

tbf it's hard to choose one bias from txt, one minute i'm falling over beomgyu, the next minute taehyun is swooping in i'm like woah hold on a SECOND GUYS—

i think gyu is my favourite but idk cause i change my mind so much I LOVE THEM ALL OKAY 😭 😭 😭 😭

we will suffer together 💕 💕 💕

hev i'm sorry 😭😭😭 i thought i had answered your ask but apparently i only did it in my heart (i'm gonna blame it on my adhd)

but anyway!!! dsakhdaskdjl idk a lot about seventeen but seungkwan is so cute and he seems to be so funny as wel!! and jun is so pretty i cry he has such an angelic face 😔

nooo bc i was a loyal die hard yeonjun stan i didn't have eyes for anyone else...... and then 2021 happened and it all went downhill from there 💀

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wotmey cha’

Hab be smooth v HaD study v Hagh laugh v HaH drench, soak v HaH marinate v Haj dread v Han be learned, scholarly, erudite v Haq perform surgery (on) v Har believe v Hat be illegal v Haw' flee, get out v Hay' duel v Hech intend, mean to v HeD retreat v Hegh die v HeghmoH be fatal v Hej rob v Hem be proud v Heng finger (holes, strings of musical instrument) to vary pitch v Heq hail (weather) v HeQ comply v HeS commit a crime v Hev receive v Hey battle or fight against one's own group (not the He' smell, emit odor v He'So' stink v HIgh fight dirty v HIj deliver, transport goods v HIv attack v Hob yawn v HoH kill v HoH'egh commit suicide v Hoj be cautious v Hon doubt v Hop be remote, far v HoQ be honored falsely, be falsely honorable v HoS be strong v HoSghaj be powerful v Hot touch, feel v Hotlh project, put on (screen) v Hotlh scan v Hoy' congratulate v Ho' admire v Hub defend v Huj be strange v Huj be strange, unfamiliar v Huj charge (up) v Hum be sticky v Hup punish v Huq transact v Hurgh be dark v HuS hang v Hutlh lack, to be without, to not have v Huv be clear, not obstructed v Hu' get up v jab serve (food) v jach scream, cry out, shout, yell v jaD throw around, hurl about v jaDchu' juggle (objects, not tasks) v jaH go v jal imagine, envision v jang answer, reply v jaq be bold v jaQ be deep v jaQHa' be shallow v jat speak incoherently, mumble (slang) v jatlh say v jaw chat v ja' tell, report v ja'chuq discuss, confer v jech disguise v jeD be thick, be dense, be viscous v jegh surrender, give up v jeH be absentminded v jej be sharp v jejHa' be blunt, be dull (of blades) v jel shake, tremble v jem sense, feel, perceive, detect v jen be high v jeq protrude from v jeQ be self-confident v jer surge (aircraft suddenly moves forward or backward) v jeS participate v jev storm, wheeze, breathe noisily v jey defeat v je' buy, purchase v je' feed (someone else), enrich (spirit) v jIH monitor v jIj be cooperative, cooperate v jIm heave (aircraft rising or falling without pitching) v jIn wish v jIr rotate, twirl v jIrmoH twirl bat'leth, cause bat'leth to rotate v jIv be ignorant v jo' inflate, fill with air, blow up v job zigzag, be jagged v joch be harmful v joD stoop v jol beam (aboard) v jom install (a device) v jon capture v jop lunge, thrust v joq flap, flutter, wave v jor explode v joS gossip v jot be calm v jotHa' be uneasy v jotlh take down v joy' torture v jub be immortal v jubbe' be mortal v juch have a width of v jum be odd, peculiar, unexpected, fishy v jun evade, take evasive action v juS overtake, pass v juv measure v lab transmit data (away from a place) v lach exaggerate v laD read v lagh take apart, disassemble v laj accept v lajQo' reject v lam be dirty v lan place v lang be thin v laq flap v laQ fire, energize (e.g., thrusters) v largh smell, sense odors v laS ink up, put paint on a brush v law' be many , numerous v lay' promise v lay'Ha' break one's word v leD be perpendicular v legh see v leH maintain v lel get out, take out v leng roam, travel, rove v leS rest, relax v let be hard (like a rock) v lev move bat'leth from vertical to horizontal orientation v le' be special, exceptional v le'be' be unexceptional, be nonspecific v lIb be impending, imminent, loom v lIch pour into/onto anything v lIgh ride v lIH introduce, begin a song v lIj forget v lIl simulate, impersonate v lIm panic v lIn share (C (lu)lIn A B je: A and B share C; lInchuq implies a physical relationship of some sort) v lIng produce v lIq round up v lIS adjust v lIt get (on) to v lItHa' get (down) from v lI' be useful v lI' transmit data (to a place) v lob obey v lobHa' disobey v loH administer v loj be all gone v lol be in an attitude (aircraft); be in a stance, be in a pose (people, animals or martial arts) v lo'laH be valuable v lo'laHbe' be worthless v lolchu' be in a correct attitude (aircraft) v lolchu'taH maintain a correct attitude (aircraft) v lolmoH maneuver (an aircraft) to be in an attitude v loltaH maintain an attitude (aircraft) v lon abandon v lop celebrate (a ritual), observe (a ritual) v lop celebrate v loS wait (for) v lotlh rebel v loy guess v loy' have personality, be charismatic, be charming v loy' have personality, be charismatic, be charming (refers to positive personal characteristics) v lo' use v lu fall (suffer loss of status; fall from grace) v lugh be right, correct v luH yank v luj fail, lose (not win) v lum postpone, procrastinate v lup transport v lutlh be primitive v

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[onelastpatrol-archived]

The medic nearly snapped at Jun. “ET’s feckin’ easy as shet, mate. You hold down thet button and move it over her, Oi’ll know the results when Oi feckin’ see et.”

Shaking her head, she gave a quick thumbs up to the ODST, completely focused on the task at hand. Over the course of the next half hour, IV drips were installed, dead and fused tissue was cut, medigel applied to burns; bone-knitting polymer injected into cracked ribs, bandages wrapped where possible.

Barclay couldn’t do it all. It was simply out of her expertise, and her fatigue was easily seen in her relatively slow movements, every so often picking up a tool and setting it back down, confusion reigning over her mind. But she fought through the haze as well as she could. Her patient needed her.

A half hour later, and the Spartan didn’t look much better, but her pulse wasn’t getting weaker. Barclay sighed in relief, but it wasn’t over — far from it. Now she had to keep the girl stabilized until they reached Stalwart Dawn.

“Jun, Oi’m sorry’fah snappin’ end cursin’. Oi... Koinda panicked. Oi‘ve got her under control’fah now, but Oi can’t do anythin’ more. End ef she start’s flatlinin’...”

She shook her head to clear her mind if that thought. Blood covered her gloves, her fatigues stained red. “When we git in the hangar, you hev’ta got her to a medical bid or somethin’. Oi’m no good in a medical bay besoides givin’ what’s hurt on ‘er’ta the docs. End...”

She glanced towards the gouge a Covenant carbine has made in her arm six days ago, formerly hidden underneath her armour, and the plasma pistol wound in her side. She probably needed the med bay’s attention too.

She summed up her thoughts with one word, before ordering the ODSTs around again. “Feck. Mates, can ye make sure the squids hev a medical team waitin’ for us? Both the Spartan end my own marines need et.”

“I know…basic field wound-patching but nothing like this.” Jun answered with a shake of his head. “This is…” Beyond anything he’d ever seen. And he’d seen some pretty nasty wounds, what with his time in NOBLE, as well as being a Headhunter, prior. He doubted that the Lieutenant would survive…but…she was lucky to have made it thus far.

He took the MRI scanner, frowning, before handing it back with a shrug. “I don’t know how to operate one of those. Not my expertise, I’m afraid.”

One of the black-visored gazes swung in the Marine’s direction. “Sure are, Corporal. Headed straight for a Stalwart-class frigate, the Stalwart Dawn. Don’t know how she’s in one piece, but she is…and she’s our ticket off this rock.” His voice was calm and no-nonsense…although the SPARTAN’s wounds unnerved him greatly. He’d never seen wounds like that on someone still alive.

Somehow…from some great stroke of luck, or perhaps just sheer stubbornness and will to live…the Lieutenant was still clinging to life. But barely just.

[alexissimsblog]

have you ever tried this one? 💋

[alexissimsblog]

and im supposed to let them get old? absolutely never, ever.

[alexissimsblog]

hev & jun's kitchen is still my favorite ♡︎︎

[onelastpatrol-archived]

“Only place you can foind Spartans ‘round heah. She saved me loife multiple toimes end led us outta there.”

Barclay, having slowly picked up on Six’s uncomforted state, released her hold on the Spartan. They would have to in a moment anyways, in order to be treated. “She’s a foightah. Oi hid’ta stabilize her in the pelican, so ef you want’ta stroke me feckin’ ego, you could say et’s all me work thet’s got her movin!”

A little grin followed this, but Barclay became serious again, handing over the MRI scanner she’d had Jun use. “Oi did what Oi could, mate, but she’s been through a feckton’a prangs. Et’s too much’fah one medic. She needs real medical support; the koind this ship can provoide, ay? Oi worked real feckin’ hard’ta keep her aloive, don’t feck up me work!”

She sighed. Exhaustion was returning, and her own wounds were smarting. “... end Oi’m gonna need’ta git some medical attention mesilf. Oi hope most’a my marines hev been here already?”

bamf-b312:

The SPARTANs exchanged a glance, baffled, before the sniper shrugged, and they continued on towards the armour refit bay, the Warrant Officer sticking close to the Lieutenant lest she toppled over. Neither of them had understood why the Marine was so pissed…after all, the lone wolf being this injured and still living was just part of the job description of being one of humanity’s greatest soldiers. They were used to coming back from combat half dead or not at all…clearly, Barclay valued their lives.

That wasn’t something either of them had expected, so, safe to say, they were confused about the situation.

Even with all the complexities of their armour, and the fact that it had to be removed manually, it didn’t take long for the SPARTANs’ armour to come off. Once it did, Six dropped to her hands and knees, head hanging low. Whether out of shame or pain, nobody quite knew…but she was that way for some time before hauling herself to her feet.

Without all their armour on, the pair seemed more human than before…albeit still massive humans in form-fitting black bodysuits. 

“I’ll be in touch, kid. Go get your ass to the medbay.” Jun instructed, not without a trace of fondness when he said “kid”. B312 patted him on the shoulder, and curled an arm around her midsection, glancing to Barclay with her head tilted in question.

“You know where the medbay might be located? I haven’t a clue…I’ve scarcely been on space vessels long enough to know exactly where the hangars are located, let alone a medbay.” she queried.

Barclay stood to the side, watching with impatience as the armour was taken off. Six seemed to have shrunk a few inches now that she was not in the armour, but she was still much taller than the marine. Before they were done, Barclay did eventually strip off her own armour, directed by a clerk to set it in a pile near the equipment of the other surviving marines, some of which came to thank Barclay and nod appreciatively to the Spartans. Barclay moved over to Six, answering the question after Jun had walked away. “Fortunately’fah you, mate, Oi’ve been on feckin’ starships’fah half’a me feckin’loife. The mid-bay’s close’ta the cryochambers. Et’s just down the hall from us. Here, let me hilp you, Leftenant.”

Barclay gingerly wrapped an arm around Six, hoping the contact wouldn’t be shoved off. She began to walk towards the med-bay, practiced movements from being on dozens of Stalwart-class frigates allowing her to know the exact path to go, despite having never been on this ship before.

[alexissimsblog]

Jun has always kept things simple when it came to things like decorating, so naturally his apartment is pretty sleek aside from the few items Hev likes to leave in the kitchen.

I realized that Hev's room lacked a lot of personality because I was too lazy to pick up new cc but now i've done some shopping and it finally feels like her :)

[alexissimsblog]

i've been recording for ATWR this past week so the influx of hev & jun content is bc i need my fix :)

[onelastpatrol-archived]

Barclay had taken one of the medical kits off the Pelican’s walls as Jun worked, scanning the contents. It wouldn’t substitute for a true surgical suite - and, in all honesty, a medic’s job was to keep someone alive until they could get to a doctor. It was better than what she had in her armour. She set it down on the pelican’s blood tray, taking out what she needed. Biofoam, bone-knitting polymer, varying types of bandages, polypseudomorphine, medigel - thanks Optican -, scissors, among other things. The best bit of technology, however, was the handheld MRI scanner. This she handed off to Jun, sucking in a breath at the grievous nature of the wounds she could see.

“Jun, Oi need’ja’ta scan her. Oi don’t know what the feck’s broken. Oi need’ta treat her roigh’ quick, but broken or fractured bones are the biggest problem. Ef you hev any medical trainin’, et’d be a big feckin’ help, this is a job’fa a feckin’ surgeon in a top’a the loine hospital, not a marine in a pelican.” She shivered, wondering if any of her own marines were going through the same thing. Hopefully, their wounds could be treated with basic first aid that every marine knew. The lieutenant’s wounds were decidedly worse. “Shet...” She couldn’t dwell on the fact her patient was breathing. If she didn’t do something? The Spartan wouldn’t stay that way.

Before she began to work, Barclay stripped off her armour as quickly as she could, allowing her freer range of movement. A pair of gloves from the aid kit were on her hands, now wearing only basic fatigues and boots. Not what she’d call perfect medical attire, but it’d have to do — the pelican’s floor now being littered with Spartan and marine armour alike. The task of cutting off skin fused to undersuit was not going to be a fun one, though sadly common from plasma wounds. “One’a you feckin’ Hilljumpahs, please till me we’re headed’ta somethin’ with a feckin’ medical suite!”

“You’re quite welcome. And yes, one of, although she doesn’t lead it; also she outranks me. Warrant Officer Sierra Alpha-Two-Six-Six. But feel free to call me Jun. A lot easier; pronounced like the calendar month but spelled without the E.” The sniper and lone wolf removed their helmets in the same instant - almost eerie how their movements mirrored one another’s - and the Slav looked somewhat older than his teammate.

Pale, sharp blue eyes never missed much, and dark eyebrows marked someone who’d once had dark-coloured hair, although it was all shaved off now. No scars on his features; there was a tattoo of a fist clutching three arrows on his left cheek and panning up the side of his skull slightly.

“How the hell are you even alive, Six?” That sounded almost scolding, lips pursing into a frown when those sharp eyes caught sight of the semi-dried blood that was caking the Lieutenant’s chestplate.

“Think it was a bit of determination, my brother’s luck…I don’t know…sheer stubbornness and will to live? Think though I’m not exactly gonna last long.”

As the dropship roared away from the planet, the Lieutenant’s gaze slid towards the rear of the bird - the tail had been left open - and she let out a mournful howl for her lost kin and planet, before slumping forwards onto the floor, weakened from bloodloss, and exhausted from constant fighting.

Which was bad. Because SPARTANs never collapsed - not like this.