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bradshawssugarbaby · 3 months

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Under The Stars and Stripes - One (Capt. Syverson x OFC)

a/n: look at your girl coming up with two multiparters at once!!! i wanted to write something sweet for capt. syverson (who moving forward, i have named luke, fyi), and my partner sort of suggested this (i mean, kinda, he thought it was what i was writing - turns out he was wrong but gave me a v good idea).

pairing: Capt. Syverson x Joanna Blake (OFC)

warnings/content: injuries, medical discussions, age gap (38 + 26), mentions of military service, inaccurate descriptions of physical therapy + military life.

word count: 1.9k

The unforgiving glare of the overhead lights in the medical center cast a harsh radiance over the waiting room. Luke's cerulean blue eyes squinted against the artificial glow in the room, his gaze wandering in search of anything remotely captivating. Opposite him, an infographic poster touted the virtues of physical activity and mental health, a message that seemed incongruous with the knee brace he begrudgingly wore. The irony of contemplating jogging or hitting the gym while nursing a wounded knee did not escape him.

"Luke Syverson?"

He swiveled his head in response to the melodic call of his name. In the doorway stood a woman, her blonde hair secured with a claw clip, a clipboard balanced gracefully in her hand. A warm, friendly smile adorned her heart-shaped face. With a half-hearted wave, Luke acknowledged her.

"Present and accounted for, ma'am."

Internally, he winced at the self-consciousness his response provoked. Rising to his feet, Luke attempted to distribute his weight favorably, minimizing the strain on his compromised leg. A sharp pang shot through his knee, confined by the rigid embrace of the brace. Collecting his crutches, he navigated his way toward the young woman, focusing on maintaining a semblance of grace. The crutches, tools of mobility he had resisted vehemently at home, now betrayed his struggle.

As he drew closer, Luke observed that she was notably younger than he, the realization of his own impending forties sinking in. Her olive-green eyes sparkled, framed by honey-colored strands that cascaded like molten gold. A sun-kissed radiance illuminated her complexion as she beamed at him.

"I'm Joanna. I'll be your physiotherapist moving forward. Let's head to the exam room; we can go over the paperwork together."

Her voice possessed a cheerfulness that could rival a weather reporter or red carpet interviewer. Luke nodded in understanding, trailing behind her as they entered the room. The once sterile lighting had mellowed, casting a more agreeable ambiance.

The examination room emanated professionalism, each piece of equipment meticulously arranged, and charts displayed with precision. Joanna gestured toward the examination table, indicating for Luke to take a seat. Settling into a chair nearby, she balanced the clipboard on her lap.

"Alright, Captain Syverson, let's delve into the paperwork and gain a betterunderstanding of your situation, ok?" Joanna initiated, her focus shifting to the documents before her.

“Let’s start with the basics, full name and date of birth?”

“Right,” Luke began, “"Full name's Luke Everett Syverson, ma'am. Ain't much use for the middle one, but it's there. I was born April 15, 1968, ma'am, interrupted my ma’s Easter dinner. Home base is Fort Bragg, North Carolina, hence why I’m here in Durham. Otherwise woulda’ probably gone to the centre in Tennessee, closer to where I’m from and all..”

“You know, I never use my middle name much either, but, just in case there’s two Luke Syversons in the armed forces, gotta include it to make sure I’ve got the right one.,” Joanna nodded her head, humming as she jotted down her notes.

The room embraced a quiet tension as Luke settled onto the examination table, his eyes following Joanna's movements with a mix of curiosity and wariness. The dimmed lighting cast a softer glow, alleviating the clinical starkness of the surroundings. Joanna, her gaze focused on the paperwork, began with a series of routine questions about the nature of Luke's injury.

"So, Luke," she started, her tone gentle yet professional, "tell me about when the injury occurred, and how has the journey been since then?"

Luke took a moment, his gaze drifting to a framed landscape photo on the wall. The distant mountains seemed to echo the weight of his thoughts. "Iraq. Torn ACL," he said, sparing the details but acknowledging the source of his struggle. "Routine patrol, turned into anything but routine."

Joanna nodded, recognizing the understated weight in his words. "I see. That's a significant injury. And you had surgery to correct it?"

Luke shifted his weight uncomfortably on the exam table, nodding his head. “Sure did, m’am, three days ago. Still hurts somethin’ fierce, but I guess that’s what I’m here for.”

He sighed, his focus on the knee brace that had become both a literal and symbolic constraint.

“To be completely honest with ya, m’am, I just wanna get back on my feet so I can figure out what to do with my life now, you know?”

She nodded, understanding the complex emotions wrapped around his military service and the path to recovery. "Recovery and returning to civilian life is a process, Luke. We'll take it one step at a time. Do you have any idea what you’d like to end up doing in future?”

“I haven’t really thought about it. Never went to college, so a lot of stuff’s off the table now. Plus, I’m getting old. Not sure where that leaves me either. Thought about maybe becoming a police officer or an EMT, you know? I wanted to do that when I was a kid, but then joined the military on my 18th birthday instead.”

Joanna smiled warmly as she made a couple of notes on her paperwork, before continuing to further establish the details of Luke's history, the conversation shifting to one about his daily struggles and the impact the knee surgery had on his life. With each exchange, a bridge of understanding formed between them, an unspoken alliance forged in the pursuit of healing.

In those moments, Joanna glimpsed the man behind the military façade. Luke rarely dwelled on his time overseas, focusing instead on the immediate goal: shedding the brace and moving forward. The physical therapy sessions ahead were not merely about mending a knee; they were about reclaiming a life after two decades of military service.

As the examination progressed, Joanna outlined a personalized rehabilitation plan, detailing exercises and strategies to rebuild strength and mobility. The room, once filled with tension, now held a promise of progress and recovery.

"Alright, Luke," Joanna said, concluding their discussion, "we something to start with at least. Let's work together to get you back on your feet."

With the paperwork completed, the clipboard now resting on the desk, Joanna moved seamlessly into the practical aspect of Luke's rehabilitation. She began guiding him through a series of light exercises designed to gradually rebuild some of the strength in his knee that he’d lost. The atmosphere in the room shifted from contemplative to purposeful as Joanna demonstrated each movement with precision, her instructions clear and encouraging.

Luke, though initially reserved, found himself following her lead, a quiet determination in his eyes. As they progressed through the exercises, Joanna observed the subtle signs of discomfort and adjusted the routine accordingly, ensuring that the session struck the delicate balance between challenge and progress. The room resonated with the rhythmic hum of therapeutic effort, a shared endeavor toward a future where the weight of the brace would be a distant memory. As the session neared its end, Joanna offered a reassuring smile.

"Great work today, Luke. We'll take it step by step, and before you know it, you'll be moving freely again."

“Thanks m’am, I appreciate it,” Luke replied, a soft smile forming on his lips.

“It’s what I’m here for,” Joanna nodded as she held the door open for him in an effort to make it easier to exit as he hopped on his crutches, “And Luke? I wanna hear that you’ve been using the crutches at home as well, or you’ll just injure your knee further.”

“Yes, m’am,” He chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way out of the clinic.

Later that night, Luke settled into the worn-out couch in his living room, the dim light casting a soft glow across the room. He dialed his younger brother Travis’ number, the anticipation of sharing his day evident in the subtle smile that played on his lips.

After a couple of rings, Travis’ voice came through the phone, lively and teasing.

“Well, well, if it ain't the elusive older brother himself. What's new, Luke?"

"Not much, just had my first therapy session today,” Luke chuckled softly as he took a bite out of his slice of pizza.

"Therapy? Never thought I'd see the day, Luke. What's the world coming to?"

"It's for the knee, not my sanity, Travis."

"Alright, alright. So, how'd it go, Captain?"

"Surprisingly good, actually. The therapist, Joanna, she's something else. Got me doing all these exercises. Says I'll be back to hiking those Arkansas woods in no time."

“Joanna, huh? Luke, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a little bit of a thing for her. Florence Nightingale effect?"

"You watch too many movies, and besides, idiot, that’s when the therapist falls for the patient. Ain’t gonna happen. She's just good at her job, makes me feel less uncomfortable, I s’pose."

"Sure, sure. So, what's the verdict? She cute? Should I tell the kids they’ve got a new aunt?"

"You'll be waiting a long time for that. But seriously, it felt good, productive. And, she asked me about what I wanna do now. Got me thinkin’ about my options."

"Really? Did she smell the smoke? Set off a fire alarm?"

“Funny. I’m thinkin’ maybe becoming an EMT, you know? Can still help people, use my military training, just…stayin’ stateside and less sand.”

“You did always have a thing for helping people, I’ll give you that. Now, about Joanna…”

“Travis, forget it.”

“I’m just saying, Ma’s 60th birthday is coming up, and you know you’re in for a grillin’ about when you’re giving her grandbabies.”

“She has two already,” Luke protested, laughing as he took another slice from the box of pizza, “Besides,” he said with his mouthful, “I don’t know if I even want kids at this point. I’d be dead by the time they had kids”

“Well, if they take after you, maybe. I had kids at a reasonable age.”

“I s’pose, how are they anyway? Bet ya Hannah’s grown like a bad weed since I saw her last, and Maddie? She was knee-high to a grasshopper last time I saw her.”

“They’re good. Maddie’s almost 5 now, gettin’ quite feisty, like her mama, and Hannah’s taken up cheerleadin’, now I gotta become well-versed in making perfect pigtails in her hair if her mother’s busy with the little one.”

“Better you than me, Trav. Don’t think I could figure out how to do those tiny lil elastics.”

As Luke engaged in a heartfelt conversation with his brother, the echoes of family life stirred a contemplation of his own future. The tales of parenthood shared by his brother left a lingering thought.

Did he, despite his usual reserved nature, harbour a desire for a family of his own?

Love and romance had often found him awkward and uncertain, but when it came to showering affection on his nieces, those barriers melted away effortlessly. His musings naturally gravitated towards Joanna, her radiant smile replaying in his mind, illuminating the corners of his apartment like a beacon.

The playful teasing from Travis planted an idea in his mind, one he never expected to be considering, which prompted Luke to consider whether there might be something extraordinary about his connection with Joanna.

Setting the cordless phone down on the table beside the couch, he sighed heavily, the weight of his newfound solitude settling in as he savored a third slice of pizza. His eyes roamed around the room, the empty expanse of his apartment feeling almost suffocating. The hush of the house, disrupted only by the dull roar of football highlights on the TV, intensified the solitude. In that moment, amidst the quietude, the prospect of companionship and a shared future became a lingering ember in Luke's thoughts.

#captain syverson fic #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x ofc #cpt. syverson #cpt. syverson fanfiction #cpt. syverson fic #cpt. syverson x ofc #cpt. syverson x oc #captain syverson x oc #captain syverson #capt. syverson #capt. syverson fic #capt. syverson x ofc #capt. syverson x oc #henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfiction

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princetonarchives · 10 months

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Princeton University alum Lisa Bryant '93, 21, had just graduated when she headed off for an Army training program. Having completed the Army's R.O.T.C. program at Princeton, Bryant was a lieutenant. She was only intending to spend the summer there before a more permanent assignment, but she never got to leave Fort Bragg.

On July 10, 1993, Sergeant 1st Class Ervin Graves, 33, asked Bryant to dance multiple times, and each time, she turned him down. In response, he followed her and attacked her. The events ultimately resulted in Graves's conviction for murder and attempted rape in a court martial trial. Graves had reportedly shot Bryant because she resisted him.

At Princeton, Bryant was captain of the cheerleading squad (shown here in her cheerleading uniform). She wrote a senior thesis on Army families.

Undergraduate Alumni Records (AC199)

#1990s #Princeton #cheerleader #cheerleading #crime #military #ROTC #sports #Princetonsports #athletics #PrincetonU #Princeton University #Lisa Bryant #Ervin Graves

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averagewriter777 · 1 year

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Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

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Part Twenty-Six

Okay- I can't apologize for something I'm not really sorry for. So, yeah... I wrote a character sheet, based on my own headcannons and personalities if anyone is interested in knowing. Could provide some background for some characters. Anywho, enjoy :)

Upstairs in your room, you’d finally stopped crying and had fallen asleep. Your head was on Soap’s chest, his t-shirt was wet with the tears that you’d shed during the time. Apologies had been given for it, along with apologies to your… to Kennedy, Soap just rubbed your back and listened. This wasn’t something that he could shush you for, or tell you to dry your tears to…

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Soap very carefully pulled it out and unlocked it, squinting at the paragraph sent by Price to the 141’s group chat- funny that they had one. You were excluded from this old group chat because it was created before you’d arrived on the team. Ghost must’ve just gotten off the phone with him.

Captain: Alright, I won’t call a meeting for this, because Soap is with Doc. Due to these circumstances, (Y/n) (L/n) will be staying in America until she can get her bearings. She is in no position to be back on the field any time soon. At the moment, we are in contact with someone she’s close to outside of these walls. Sergeant Gary Sanderson, better known as Roach. He’s off assignment and will arrive in America as soon as possible. Once Roach arrives, you four will return here. We have information on the Hawk that needs to be taken care of ASAP. Thank Laswell when you get back.

Soap frowned at the entirety of the text Price had sent. He understood the situation, but he didn’t want to leave you on your own. You were like a sister to him at this point. And how the fuck do you know Roach? It will be a bitter greeting once the other man arrives considering his past with Ghost. Hopefully they will set that aside for your sake.

Soap: Copy that, Captain. One question though, how does she know Roach?

He set his phone down when you started to squirm and cry again. Soap looked to see that you were still sleeping and sighed. He noticed that Alejandro and Gaz replied with ‘copy’ as well, but Gaz added his curiosity as to how you knew Roach as well. Ghost remained dry in the chain, leaving Soap to assume he wasn’t entirely thrilled on the matter.

Captain: Her force worked together with his on an assignment in 2013, shortly after she joined SF. He claims they’re good friends and I’ll leave it at that. ETA is ten hours… best tell Doc when she’s available.

Soap looked down at you, seeing the tears coming back as you cried softly in your sleep. He decided at this time that you should wake up. He tapped your shoulders lightly. “(Y/n)? C’mon, lass, wake up…”

You woke up, almost choking on new sobs that were approaching. Soap held back a silent sigh and pulled you into another hug, continuing the rubs into your back. The apologies started again, and this time Soap decided to shush you- as a way to get you to calm down. “I-I’m sorry, John.”

“‘S okay. Don’t apologize,” Soap let go of you and smiled as gently as he could. “Umm… I was supposed to tell you this when you woke up. You’re going to stay here for the time being, heal up from what happened. Price found someone to take care of you while we go back to base- they discovered information that we can’t ignore.”

Found someone? You brought up your sleeve to wipe your eyes, exhaling shakily. “W-Who?”

Soap thinned his lips, but kept his smile. “Sergeant Gary Sanderson? A friend of yours.”

Roach couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to Fort Bragg. Nine years ago he’d been on assignment with a group of the soldiers, which included you in the group. It was difficult to get along with the others, so he stuck around you. Despite being a medical sergeant, he didn’t give a shit.

“Hey- two goldfish are in a tank, one turns to the other and says: ‘Do you know how to drive this thing?’”

“Shut the fuck up so I can fix your leg, please.”

A beautiful friendship it was- or is. The only disagreement the two of you had was when it came to Shawn, Roach didn’t like him from the beginning. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to match with someone who was deployed 24/7… but he let it happen, because you’re his best friend. He did, however, say: “I told you so” because you gave him permission.

What worried him the most at the moment and made him drop his little vacation was an old issue you had. He remembers after the divorce and custody agreement that you hugged alcohol like it was your best friend. Borderline alcoholic was what you became, and he flew all the way from Europe to snap you out of it.

“You didn’t lose your daughter! You still have visitation! You think she’d want this for you?! Do you want her to see you like this? At the bottom of a bottle, sad-drunk off your ass?” He sent you to AA meetings until you’d sobered up. Now, drinks were celebratory or around friends only.

Roach wondered if the 141 was aware of the way you positioned yourself around alcohol… probably not. He fiddled with his gloves at that, not wanting to explain what he’d be doing there to her team. Something told him they wouldn’t really approve- at least Ghost wouldn’t.

“Ugh… Ghost…” Roach scrunched his nose up at the thought of seeing that man. The burn scars along his skin made him think about the last time they’d been in the same area together. But he couldn’t dwell on that- he was here for you, not him.

You played with a necklace on your neck nervously while waiting for the plane to completely land. It had a picture of you and Kennedy in it, but you wouldn’t open it… not when you’d just finished crying again.

Soap watched you, just as nervously, then leaned into Ghost: “You sure this is going to be a good idea? She looks on edge here…”

“They haven’t been in the same room since her divorce with Shawn. I don’t know how this is going to go down, Sergeant. But these are Price’s orders, so we’ll follow.” Ghost didn’t sound happy himself, but nothing could be done about it- exactly like he said.

The plane had landed and the back was slowly opening. You walked slowly towards it, stopping where the exit was. A deep exhale left your lips as a man revealed himself from the back of the plane. Once he saw you though, he dropped his bags and hurried down, engulfing you in the tightest hug when he made it to the bottom. Your tears started to flow freely again.

“I got you, (Y/n)... I got you…” Roach rubbed the side of your head, muttering other things to you to get you to calm down. While doing so, his eyes trailed over to Ghost and narrowed.

A/N: Am I doing better?

Part Twenty-Seven

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littlepawz · 2 years

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Photographer Amy Bragg posted several sea otter photos with the caption “Our boat came upon hundreds and hundreds of Sea Otters in a kelp bed behind a large rock in the water just outside of Kodiak Island. The boat captain said the otters seek refuge here from the Orcas as the water is too shallow for the whales to get them. I had never seen so many otters together in one place. So fun!”

Fun Fact: A group of sea otters is called a raft.

#Amy Bragg photography #sea otters #otters #animals #nature #wildlife #having a swim #aww #happy otter face #favourite animals #cutest animals #raft of otters

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buckyscrystalqueen · 2 years

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Forever

Pairings: Syverson x OFC (Adele), Sy x OFC

Warnings: Fluff. Just pure fluff

Word Count: 1,356

A/N; So I wrote this story for a creative writing college class. I was listing to my country music playlist while I was thinking about what to write and “Traveling Soldier” by The (Dixie) Chicks came on and this story just popped into my head. So after 8 weeks of critiques, editing, rewriting, and all but pulling my hair out, here it is. @just-chirpin I told you I would tag you when I finally posted this. Class is over and I got an A on this so I am super proud of this!

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Fear. It was a feeling that felt so foreign to Army Captain Jack Syverson but as he sat in the Charlotte airport, impatiently tapping his foot while waiting for his final connecting flight to Savannah, Georgia, it was the only feeling that he was aware of. A gold ring felt like lead in the pocket of his dark blue jeans. The light grey Henley he had on over his muscular chest and arms felt a half size too small. He wondered if she would even recognize him after eight years.

Without thinking he nervously scratched at the short, thick brown beard on his chin before his hand moved up and brushed across the buzz cut he had done after washing years of sand and bad memories off in the shower. The smooth textures beneath his fingertips changed as his hand moved down to the brace on his knee to adjust it subconsciously. He resisted reaching into his tour stained desert brown backpack to pull out the stack of letters he had long since memorized; the ink was starting to fade and the pages had become fragile along the creases from folding and unfolding them, he didn’t want to risk them falling apart like her very first letter had. Those two pages were safely tucked in their envelope, taped together as carefully as his thick fingers could possibly manage.

“Now boarding flight 1721 to Dallas/ Fort Worth at gate D5.” Sy glanced up at his gate number, D2, at the mention of his hometown airport and the fleeting thought of if he was doing the right thing crossed his mind. When he had booked his flight, the only thing he could think about was the gorgeous smile of the stranger he had been writing to for years. The young girl with a bow in her hair didn’t know him from Adam when he sat down in her section at Clary’s Cafe in Savannah the day before he shipped out to California for boot camp. A tour book had recommended the quaint landmark where he was oblivious to the Formica tables and historic prints on the walls and enthralled by his waitress instead.

Her sparkling brown eyes were forever burned in his memory when she agreed to him writing to her while he was deployed. Her French braided, waist length, light brown hair swished freely across her tanned back as she casually led him through the historic squares of her hometown. Etched in his mind forever was the cute, purple with white polka dots bandana wrapped around her head in an impossible attempt to keep the tiny fly aways that framed her face tamed. It was tied in a bow just above her left eye, complimenting her vibrant eye color. The memory of her smile was what kept him going in the desert though. He was forever grateful that he allowed an extra day in Savannah before the last leg of his bus trip to Fort Bragg in North Carolina.

Sy saw that smile every night in his dreams and recalled it during tough times when he sent a fallen or injured soldier home. His thoughts would drift to it during chow, and he could picture it across her pretty face when he would read the detailed letters she sent twice a month. He reread these same letters whenever he needed a pick-me-up when the war got to be just too much for even him to handle. He had long ago memorized the line she had written, “I was never lonely on my walks through the squares until you left,” until it was ingrained on his soul.

Her smile was the reason he got through officers training. Her freedom was what he was fighting for. That is, it was what he was fighting for until he blew out his left knee breaking up a fight between two blow hard privates that let the desert heat get to their heads. The weeks he spent in the hospital were something he had zero intention of mentioning to her. She had worried enough about him these past eight years to bother her with something so trivial. In his last letter to her he had casually lied and said he was going home to Decatur, Texas in two weeks instead of admitting he was going to surprise her in Savannah.

There went that fear again. Fear that she wouldn’t recognize him when he sat down in what hopefully was still her section at Clary’s. Fear that if it wasn’t, that she would be walking the same route through the squares every Sunday morning like she used to. Fear that he would never be able to find the pen pal that he had fallen in love with. He recalled her comment in a later letter that she “feared the instant connection they had shared many years ago would be gone”, which only added to his anxiety. He hoped to get his feelings in check before his last connecting flight from Charlotte to Savannah.

Sy’s hands made another pass through his beard, over his head, before scrubbing his tired blue eyes that were most likely blood shot from the sleep he had lost worrying about this trip he was making. The trip where he would finally come face to face with the woman that he loved and yearned to hold. The woman who referred to their one and only day together as the best day she had ever had. In her letters she had claimed she felt like she had always known him.

“Final boarding call for flight 1721 to Dallas/ Fort Worth at gate D5.”

“Wait! Please wait!” a woman cried, catching Sy’s attention. He looked to his right to watch her sprinting through the crowded Charlotte terminal, her long, curly brown hair tied up in a loose bun on the top of her head, and a purple with white polka dot bandana tied as a headband at the front, trying to keep those little fly aways back.

“Adele?” he asked himself as he carefully stood up and grabbed the strap of his backpack. His heart pounding, he limped as fast as he could as she breezed past, dodging an elderly couple that were walking just a bit too slow. “Adele!” She came to a screeching halt, her black Converse sneakers squeaking loudly on the white linoleum floor. She found him instantly in the crowd and all the fears he had been stressing over simply melted away.

“Sy?” she breathed, but they both knew what she was questioning. How was the scrawny boy she met in Savannah now the six foot one, muscular man before her? With the slightest bob of his head in confirmation, she bolted back into his direction and took a flying leap of faith into his arms.

“You’re here,” she whispered with tears in her eyes as they clung tightly together, shocked to find each other in the chaos of Charlotte’s connecting flights.

“I love you,” was the only thing he could say as he gently leaned back to see her gorgeous smile. He searched her tear-filled eyes as he carefully set her down on the ground and reached into his pocket for the ring that now felt like a brick. “And I will never leave you again. Will you…”

“Yes,” she gasped with a violent nod of her head as she wiped the tears from her eyes as quickly as she could. “I love you, too. I have for years…”

“Me too,” he replied as he slid the band onto her finger. She caressed his scruff covered cheek in her small hand and confirmed her feelings with a gentle kiss. The sights and sounds around them slipped away as they held on to their whole world in that moment.

“Come home with me.” She whispered when she pulled away to search the sweet blue eyes that she had seen nightly in her dreams. “Please tell me you are coming home. I can’t bear another minute…”

“I’m coming home.” He confirmed with a smile that made her feel whole again. “I’m coming home with you forever.”

#syverson x ofc #Sy x OFC #syverson fic #captain syverson #Forever #sy

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peyton-warren · 1 year

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Between A Wolf and A Hard Place Chapter 3

Characters: Jake Jensen, Captain Syverson, Reader Pairings: Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 1522 Type: angst and fluff Summary: After sending Sy away with a broken ego, Jake tells you the back ground of why there is tension between them.

Author’s Note: Not the same AU as my other story Blinded by the Fog. Am basing Jake and the Losers theater of operations based on the comics, not so much the movie. Thank you to @longlineofcrazy and @adulting-sucks for the support, and HUGT thank you to @jvanilly for giving me the final puzzle piece to complete this tale, over a year after I had abandoned it. And also for the editing where she caught a stupid mistake that would have changed the whole tale.

Ask Box: Open

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“Jackob!” you admonish as you jump from the porch and place yourself between the two men, your hand out towards Jensen to try to stop him from further strikes, despite your eyes on the man cradling his jaw. You watch the animosity flare across Sy’s face.

“You should probably leave, James,” you offer, your voice turned icy, not wanting this to escalate any further. You back up until your palm comes in contact with the familiar planes of Jensen’s chest. You feel his heart pounding as Sy stands straight and nods at you before walking to his truck.

You stay in that very position until the truck rumbles out of sight. It’s only then you turn to Jake, who is still staring past you, where the truck disappeared from view. You reach for his fist, trying to draw him back to you. When he denies you with an unsettling jerk of his arm, you simply walk into his space, wrapping your arms around his solid torso. It’s only then you realize you are trembling, feeling very unsure. You bury your face into his chest, letting out a shaky breath.

"Pumpkin," Jensen mutters softly against your head, his arms finding their way around you as he begins to relax.

The adrenaline in your system starts to dissipate and you fight back against the whirl of emotions that floods you and your brain. You swallow loudly. "You gonna tell me what the fuck that was about?" You didn’t like the way your voice sounded, too tight, too emotional.

Jake kisses your temple, his lips lingering there for a moment longer before he answers. "Yeah."

You allow him to lead you into your home, shutting and locking the door behind you. You find yourself on the couch, your hand clenched between both of his as he takes a shaky breath.

“A few years ago,” he starts....

Early in his military career, Jake arrived at his apartment just before 6 in the morning, after an exhaustive training session in the backwoods of North Carolina. The Drill Sergeants had kept the new recruits up all night on a last minute training exercise. He wanted a shower and a nap but most importantly he wanted to make sure his twin sister had gotten in safely the night before. She had come to town to celebrate their 25th birthday together, and the Fort Bragg trainers neglected to check with Jake if he had any plans for the weekend before dropping a surprise birthday gift for him.

Leaving his gear inside the front door, Jake wandered towards the dimly lit, pre-dawn hallway to check to see if Jo was there. He heard the toilet flush so he waited by the bathroom door to check on what the plan might be for the day before trying to nap.

The door opened and before Jake could open his mouth he quickly realized it wasn’t his sister he was about to greet. A giant broad, bearded, naked man stepped out from the bathroom, a man he would later learn the name of.

Instinctually, Jake reached for his sidearm. “Who the fuck are you?" he snarled at the man who looked just as surprised to see him. Although he was naked, his close shorn hair and the way his body reacted to Jake’s presence made him think the man was Army.

“Oh fuck," the brute exclaims, his hands shooting up in front of himself. “Dude. She didn’t mention a husband.”

Releasing a heavy sigh, Jake realized his sister probably picked this guy up in town and brought him back here. Later she would confess to him that she brought Sy back to Jake’s place so if he did murder her, at least her family would find her. How could an older brother argue with that logic... except for the whole picking up a fucking stranger to FUCK IN HIS GUEST BEDROOM portion.

“Not her husband. Her brother, jackass,” he growled, dropping the gun to his side. His tired mind began to wander as he stared at the man, trying to figure out if he knew him. He didn’t realize his eyes had wandered too until the other man cleared his throat.

“Not really looking for a 2 for one sale, bud.”

Jake’s attention snapped back and he realized he was making eye contact with Sy’s junk.

“Right so, yeah…good night."

Without another glance at the other man, Jake headed back to the kitchen. As the door shut to his guest room, he scribbled a note on the kitchen table for Jo to find when she woke, instructing her to let him sleep a few hours before they headed out to celebrate. He kindly asked her to make sure her new found friend left and took nothing with him.

That was the first time the men met but it was far from the last. Because of the small world that is the Special Forces of the US Army, the two of them had been sent on missions together when their teams were the best for the job. It was the last time they encountered each other, before Jake met you, that finally drove your beloved over the edge.

He was out with the Losers one night, at the bar, oddly enough the one where the two of you met. Jake was a few beers in and the rest of the team had challenged him to talk to the pretty girl in the corner whom he had been not so subtly glancing at since she walked in with her friends a few hours earlier. Bolstered by his liquid courage and his friends' bets that he couldn't get her to take him home, Jake straightened his Farscape themed t-shirt and headed over to her.

Her name is immaterial to the story at hand but Jake called her Claire. Sweet semi shy girl who seemed to be into him, and Jake actually thought he had a shot with her.

Your Jake sits on your couch in the here and now, covering his face with his hands for a moment. “I can’t believe I’m actually telling you a story about trying to pick up another woman.”

You gently pull at the wrist of the hand closest to you, and lean your face down to catch his attention. One blue eye peers at you through the lens of his glasses. You smiled softly at him, kissing his cheek gently in encouragement. “‘s ok, love, please continue.”

Chasing your lips for a quick kiss, Jake takes your hand in his and continues. “Right....”

After about 20 minutes of flirty and suggestive banter with Claire, Jake had wandered to the bar to grab them both fresh drinks. As he waited to get close enough to be helped, he kept looking over his shoulder at her, smiling and trying to make sure she hadn’t bolted. Him saying that last part broke your heart a little for Jake. You know your boyfriend didn’t always have the best confidence with women, you had witnessed it yourself during your courtship. And you had witnessed the other Losers not exactly bolstering his self-image at times. You squeeze his hand, silently asking him to continue.

Once Jake reached the bar to place his order, he leaned across the wooden top to be heard over the noise. By the time the bartender placed the two glasses in front of him and he turned around, Jake watched his girl walk out the front door with Syverson’s arm across her shoulders, guiding her. As the other Captain squeezed her shoulder and gently shepherded her to step in front of him, Jake saw Sy look at him over his shoulder with a smirk and a half ass wink, which actually looked like a fucking blink.

“Motherfucker can’t even wink right,” Jake grouses softly to you, making you giggle at your boyfriend’s commentary about a moment that had to have been devastating and uncomfortable. And although you had not had the pleasure of seeing James’ wink ability, you lean into Jake with howls of laughter at the image in your mind. As you giggle-snort into his chest you feel Jake relax and begin to softly chuckle with you. His arms wrap around you and gently rock, the tension flowing from you both with each happy noise.

You reach up to wipe at the tears in the corner of your eye before cupping his cheek, making him look at you. “Baby I love you, you know that. And not just because you can wink right.” You whisper that last bit across his lips, your other hand clutching at his shirt, so glad to have him home and back in your arms. “And I’m actually glad James took Claire off your hands.” You continue to peck little kisses on his lips, and over his stubbled face.

“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes half closed and his lips in a half a smile.

Opening your eyes, you look at your beau, softly smiling at him. “You might be on Claire’s couch right now instead of this one.” Crawling into his lap, you smirk as you push him to lean back against the far arm. Jake’s smile matches yours as his hands cement to your hips, dragging you against him as you kiss him again.

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SteveTony Weekly - February 26th

Hello, friends!!! Here’s the fantastic stories I read this week! Check ‘em out and be sure to leave a comment/kudos for your authors!

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love sees loveliness by ArabellaAM, meidui (orphan_account), ohjustpeachy

In which every attempt at getting rid of Steve's crush on Tony only makes it worse.

these embers of hurt by meidui

When the people he loves get hurt, their wounds show up on his body, and the serum races to heal him before it kills him.

(The job makes it easy to pretend, but sometimes, just sometimes, there's a dark twisting thing that curls protectively over his heart, snapping at the people he loves—you did this to me. You hurt me.)

met my destiny (in quite a similar way) by ishipallthings

“I’m in love with you.”

The spatula in Tony’s hand clatters to the floor with an audible thwack.

(In which Tony is incredulous, Steve is determined, and absolutely no pancakes are made for breakfast.)

spring little cobra (getting ready to strike) by robertdowneyjjr

When Steve got off the couch to go looking for Tony today, he didn’t think he’d be shoving his tongue down the other man’s throat the moment he saw him.

If You Can't Say Anything Nice, Say It in PowerPoint by gogglor

The team gets fed up with Steve and Tony's mutual pining and decides to lay things out for them in the bluntest, most obvious manner they can think of.

Steve and Tony use a similar approach in their response.

Standalone fic.

Jurassic times call for Jurassic measures by Fluffypanda

A trip to the Savage Land goes very, very wrong.

And I Won't Die For Love by tinystark616

Tony never thought it could happen to him. He's heard of it before of course, but just like most diseases, you always hear about it happening to other people. You never expect it to happen to you.

More With Every Breath by KandiSheek

Steve gets hit with an alien pathogen that turns his senses up to eleven. All of his senses.

Tony never thought he'd have to protect Captain America's virtue from himself, but here we are.

For All The Pleasure And The Certainty by KandiSheek

Eve Rogers has her hang-ups about the twenty-first century. One of which goes by the name of Antonia Stark. And with her comes... well. A whole host of confusing things.

Take a Shine by Rowantreeisme

Tony flew through the portal with a warhead in his hands.

He let go, and he wasn’t scared.

Safest Hands by Annie D (scaramouche)

In the one universe sideways, it’s 2016 and the Avengers have fled underground in the wake of what is the worst streak of bad luck they've ever had. Steve, Tony and Natasha are on the run together, and take temporary cover at a friend’s house.

Inside/Outside (the freedom remix) by Robin_tCJ

Tony Stark's mentor and second-in-command, Obadiah Stane, has framed him for international arms dealing, and Tony has wound up in prison, sharing a cell with Steve Rogers, a Special Ops soldier who doesn't belong behind bars, either.

Dead Man’s Hand by Fluffypanda

Sheriff Steven Rogers receives a visit and a warning from an Iron Man

Middle of Nowhere by ChocolatePudgePop, janonny, peculiva, thisissirius, XxWanderlustxX (franzwantscoffee)

“How much longer?”

“About five minutes since the last time you asked.”

Tony huffs and Steve rolls his eyes good naturedly. It’s not that Tony can’t walk, it’s that he chooses not to unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Touch Me, Taste Me, Tell Me I'm Not Fading... by Firelightmystic

Steve dies on a Saturday.

Steve strolls into the common room’s kitchen Sunday morning like nothing is wrong, and makes himself comfortable at the table.

calling my bluff on all my usual tricks by ArabellaAM, Sagana_Rojana_Olt

When Tony’s father forces him to spend his summer in Fort Bragg building the Jericho missiles, he sets out to make all those soldiers’ lives miserable just out of spite. He’s succeeding until he first meets General Steve Rogers. He only needs one look at him to know he wants his hands on him.

And what Tony wants, he gets.

rutted old road by meidui

It’s his loneliness screaming, out here in the mountains where nobody else is, begging to know—are you like me?

#stevetony weekly #stevetony fic #stevetony #stevetony fic rec #Steve Rogers #tony stark #captain america #Iron Man #fic rec #rec lis

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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My descendants fancast redone part 1;

Charisma Star as Jordan, daughter of the Genie.

Jennifer Veal as Ally Liddell, daughter of Alice Liddell in Wonderland.

Joey bragg as Pin, son of Pinocchio.

Paris Berelc as Ariana Rose, granddaughter of Queen Leah. Niece of Aurora and Philip.

Matt Dillon as Clay Clayton, son of William Clayton.

Christian Slater as Rick Ratcliffe, son of Governor John Ratcliffe.

Coco Jones as Opal, daughter of Mama Odie (sans the honey blonde hair since honey blonde hair is hard to give).

Emily Tosta as Tiger Peony, daughter of Tiger Lily.

River Phoniex as Artie Pendragon, son of King Arthur Pendragon.

Halsey as Mad Maddy, granddaughter of Madam Mim.

Jessica Barden as Arabella, niece of Ariel and Eric (edit made by me, design inspired by @panthera-tigris-venenata ).

Joey King as Carina Potts, daughter of Mrs. Potts.

Dylan O'Brien as Bobby Hood, son of Robin Hood and Maid Marian.

Jiang Xin as Yi-Min, daughter of Yao (and maybe Mei).

Stella Walker and Maya Hawke as Jane Darling, daughter of Wendy Darling.

Jacob Tremblay and Daniel Sharman as Daniel "Danny" Darling, son of Wendy Darling.

Michael and Travis Vossler, Lindsey Lohan, James and Oliver Phillips, and Kai and Bodhi Schulz as the Tweedledum and Tweedledum cousins (I named them Nathan, Nelson, Natalie, Nadie, Flex, Felix, Fisher, and Fletcher in that exact order). The Tweedle twins' kids.

Saffron Henderson, Sarah Hyland, Lauren Alaina, Ruby Rose, and Ariel Winter as Madam Mim's other granddaughters (I named them Wacky Wrenley, Loony Lilias, Insane Imogen, Crazed Clara, and Batty Blair in that order).

Karen Gillian, Trevor Stines, Rupert Grint, Jamie Kennedy, and Amybeth McNutty as the Stabbington cousins (I named them Darlina/Grenny, Iggy/Cheekbones, Rex/Nosey, Cormac/Brunet, and Tega/braids in that order). They are the stabbington Brothers' kids.

Charlie and Max Carver as Gaston Junior and Gaston the 3rd, the twin sons of Gaston.

Alejandra Alonso as Yzla and David Henrie as Zevon, daughter and son of Yzma.

Kaya Scodelario as Harriet Hook and Sabrina Carpetener, daughters of Captain James Hook.

Holland Roden as Claudine Frollo, daughter of Claude Frollo.

Lucy Hale as Ginny Gothel, daughter of Mother Gothel.

Jake Abel as Sammy Smee, son of First Mate Smee.

Lauryn McClain as Freddie Facilier, daughter of Dr Facilier.

Alyson Hannigan as Eliza, Fairy Godmother's niece.

Dane Dehaan as James Brown Jr./Jim Jr. , son of Jim Dear and Darling.

Brec Marie Bassinger as Ruby Fitzherbert, daughter of Eugene Fitzherbert and Rapunzal.

Raffey Cassidy as Melody, daughter of Ariel and Eric.

Dejan Loyola as Aziz, son of Aladdin and Jasmine.

Tanner Stine as Herkie, son of Hercules and Megara.

Ross Butler as Li Shang Jr., son of Fa Mulan and Li Shang.

Jessica Rothe as Scarlet, daughter of an unspecified royal.

Edit: Jim Dear and Darling have a daughter in the live action version. So here she is her fancast.

McKenzie Jefferson as Lulu Brown, daughter of Jim Dear and Darling.

Also I forgot about the live action movie when I made Aziz. Sooooo..... sorry... which disney descendant do you want to see next?

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year

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THE FOX AND THE HOUND™︎

fem!oc x kyle “gaz” garrick

in which a sardonic, cunning, freakishly independent irish girl with a dark past and questionable future finally finds someone that she doesn’t want to push away… and she’s absolutely horrified

parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

TW: light cursing

❝ A GHOST AND THE BOOGEYMAN ❞

Fort Bragg, NC, USA

12 Nov, 2022, 1300

— THE FIRST SENSE THAT VIXEN GOT BACK FROM HER EXTRAORDINARY NAP WAS HER HEARING. Specifically, hearing the voices of the people that seemed to be sitting around her like she was a zoo exhibit.

“You think she’ll be with us for training, or whining like a baby about that leg?” A voice came. This one had a British accent, much like the big man from earlier, but it was smoother and a bit nicer than his Manchester accent.

“She was repeatedly shoving a knife into her leg in the back of the car, so I’d say she has a pretty high pain tolerance,” Came the voice of the Scotsman.

A pair of footsteps drifted up from the left, an American accent making a quick appearance: “I think you’ve got a good one, sir. She sleeps like the dead. We didn’t even have to sedate her to patch up the wound, all we did was numb the area and she didn’t even twitch in her sleep.”

She heard some material rub against itself, probably someone shrugging. “Highest pain tolerance I’ve ever seen on a woman.” It was the scot again.

“I’m a bloody medic, I have to have a high pain tolerance or everyone else dies,” She deadpanned, peeling her amber eyes open to glance around the room. In front of her was the scot, who flinched when she spoke, a man in a little hat with a very strange mustache, and a man in scrubs — a doctor, she supposed. The room she was in was large and open, with a concrete floor and little stand-up curtains separating several hospital beds from one another.

“How long have you been listening?” The scot asked.

Vixen shrugged, scooting herself back so she’d sit up more. “I don’t know, probably since the whole repeatedly shanking myself in the leg part.”

He nodded to himself, eyes flicking down to the floor with slight embarrassment. She smirked to herself.

“Soap, you can go. I need to get Vixen’s briefing over with,” The man with the mustache ordered. That must’ve been Price, she assumed. But something else, however, stuck out.

“Your name is Soap?” She asked, light eyebrows knitting together. “Like… a bar of soap?”

“Yours is a fox,” He defended, crossing his arms. His blue eyes were shining with amusement, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly.

She snickered. “Vixen are cunning, and it’s another word for a sexy woman. What are bars of soap?… Slippery when wet…? Always on the floor of the shower…?”

Soap blinked, his ears turning bright pink, and Price seemed to notice, because he ordered for the second time: “Soap, you’re dismissed. Get the others into the commons for the introduction.”

He turned and left without another word, leaving Vixen to revel in her success of embarrassing him. Price drifted over to the left side of her bed.

“I think it’d be beneficial for everyone in the one-four-one if you didn’t treat my men like that,”

Vixen creased her brow. “Like what?”

“Making crude jokes just so see what elicits the funniest reaction,” He replied. Vixen snorted, crossing her arms.

“This is the military. We breathe crude jokes and funny reactions, Price. You are Price, right?”

“It’s captain to you,” He ordered, cold blue eyes staying stone hard on her face. She sucked in a deep breath, and sighed after a moment of silence. Obviously, Price wasn’t going to be very fond of her just like her previous commanding officer hadn’t been. She had to admit, though, she’d be pretty pissed, too, if a brand new general struck a deal with another and got a little irish arse thrown onto her team of hardcore professionals.

“Captain,” She corrected with a huff. He stayed silent for a moment, brushing his hand over his mustache like he was contemplating his next words.

“Can you walk?” He asked.

“Am I a toddler?” Vixen shot back before she could think any better of it. She decided not to back down, not to shrink back and show weakness in front of her new captain, so she just stared straight into his gray-blue eyes. He didn’t look amused in the slightest. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, obviously keeping himself from saying something.

“Then get up and come on. We have introductions to do,” He ordered, turning away from her and starting toward the exit door.

Vixen obeyed, flipping the itchy cotton blanket off of her. She was still in her clothes from earlier, but the entire right leg of her pants had been cut off. She looked stupid.

“You got any full pants, Cap?” She questioned, standing up on the concrete floor. Her boots were still on and she was sure this was the dumbest she’d ever looked in her life. Not to mention the burning pain that rippled up and down her leg when she stood, making her lean to the side a bit. Price turned and glared at her, so she added a quick: “-tain,” before he could ridicule her again for not calling him captain.

“Come on,” He ordered. Vixen sucked in a breath and followed his steps, praying they wouldn’t pass anybody important in the hallway. And that he wasn’t taking her to introductions wearing that.

“Stay here,” He stated, disappearing into a metal door on the left. She clasped her hands together in front of her, rocking from toe-to-heel in her half pants and tall boots get up. At least she still had on a whole shirt. A black turtleneck, in fact. At that current moment, it seemed to have more fabric than her ARW certified cargo pants.

Price re-emerged a moment later, pushing a pair of camo pants and belt into her hands. “Go in and change.”

She nodded, entering the metal door and closing it behind her. Inside was a small, sterile locker-room that smelled like men. The walls were lined with gray lockers, that matched the gray floor, gray walls, and gray ceiling. There was one tiny sink in the corner with a little mirror above it.

Sighing, she quickly shed her ruined pants and slid the new ones on. They were way too long at the ankle, and extremely loose on her waist, but the belt and a lot of cuffing made them presentable. She tucked in her turtleneck and re-laced her boots. She didn’t waste a second glancing into the teeny mirror see what was up with her hair.

She had a nicely purpling bruise on the left side of her face, running from her forehead, down her temple and around her eye. Her lip was visibly busted even though the blood had been cleaned off. There were a couple butterfly stitches on her right temple, holding together a cut she didn’t even know was there. The platinum hair that stopped just above her shoulders was stained red near her face, and even though it was faded like someone tried to clean it, it was still noticeably pink. Not to mention that it was horribly frizzy. Being tortured for information didn’t do much for the curls, she guessed. She ran her fingers through it a couple of times before heading back into the hallway.

He scanned her skeptically when she reappeared. “You make those pants work?”

She nodded. “For now.”

“Come on,” He suddenly urged, continuing up the bare hall like a man on a mission. They passed several closed doors, offices, and some bathrooms before he turned into a room that had no door. A commons room.

Vixen quietly hoped the rest of her team wasn’t like Price. She had high hopes for Soap — seeing as he seemed somewhat alright with her constant sarcasm — but as for the rest, she didn’t know. She just hoped they weren’t like Price, who, apparently, couldn’t take a joke. Or maybe he was just pissed at her throwing off the team dynamic and he’d be fine with it later. She hoped that was it, because she definitely wasn’t turning it off anytime soon.

“I’m not a babysitter, okay, kid? You’d better live up to the reputation the ARW gave you,” Price ordered as they walked through the entrance of the commons room. She scowled. Sure, she was twenty-four, but kid was a little unnecessary. She did quietly wonder what the ARW had told them about her, though.

As she entered the room, the smell of freshly brewed coffee assaulted her nostrils like a whiff of an actual dream. The room was large — a small metal dining table lined with chairs, a few couches, a tv, and a small kitchen in the back corner with a coffee pot that was spluttering as it brewed a fresh batch of fuel.

Standing beside the coffee pot, all posted up against the counter, was Soap. His combat attire had been completely exiled, a t-shirt and jeans taking their place. His icy eyes landed on her as soon as she walked in. His military-mandatory dog tags that sat around his neck glinted as they swayed back and forth, grabbing her attention. Would she be getting dog tags? She never wore them with the ARW unless she was going overseas.

She moved to the next figure in the room, the big man, who was standing against the wall straight ahead, arms and ankles crossed over one another. He’d abandoned his skull mask and was now wearing a full balaclava, black paint obvious around his cold eyes. He was in the exact same outfit he was wearing when she’d first met him, complete with his tactical vest and belt. She couldn’t see much of his face, but she could tell he didn’t care much to meet her. Dude was even massive-er now that she was getting a good look at him. He had to have been, like, six-four. That was more than a foot taller than her.

The next guy in the room was sitting at the metal table, arms crossed and dark eyes resting on her and Price. He had dark skin, and a buzzcut peeking out from under the British-flag baseball cap that sat on his head. He was dressed like Soap — jeans and a t-shirt — eyes raking across her frame, trying to take in his new team member.

The fourth and final figure that had been waiting in the room, Vixen didn’t notice at first. Mostly because he was sitting in a chair in the corner like he was in time-out. She only spotted him a few seconds later because his pitch-black get up stood out against the gray walls. He was sitting and was almost as tall as her, he had to be a freaking mountain when he stood up. He still had his vest on, much like the other big man, and he had a sniper’s hood over his face, only revealing his icy eyes that seemed distant like the big man’s. She had a lot of jokes, but she swallowed them down because he looked like the boogeyman and she didn’t really feel like pissing him off on her first day. Maybe later.

“Vixen, this is your team. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz,” Price explained, gesturing to each man as he spoke. “And this is König, an operator from the military contractor KorTac that we’re going to be working closely with for a while. The rest of the men in his unit are around here somewhere, but he’s the only one I could get ahold of that agreed to help with… you.”

Vixen nodded slightly, glancing at König as he rose from the chair he was in. Every single snarky comment that had been brewing in her head dissolved into nothing the moment she realized he could probably touch the ceiling without getting on his toes. He was a good four or five inches taller than Ghost and, frankly, could snap her into pieces and use her as a footrest if he wanted to.

“Guys, this is Vixen, the transfer from the ARW,” Price continued, shifting his attention back to her. “You’re going to attend a few training sessions tomorrow with each member of the team so we can assess your skill levels. Ghost will take you on firearms. You might be labeled a sniper, but you aren’t one on our team unless he says you’re one. You’ll be going over some simple strategy and recon simulations with Gaz. Soap is going to test your ability to survive in situations where you have no weapons, stealth, and so on — should you ever be in one — and König is going to feel out your hand to hand skills.”

What Vixen really wanted to say was oh hell no he wasn’t. König was a living, breathing tank, and she was not about to let her five-foot-two, one-hundred-and-four pound self be pinned by him. Despite every argument that came to mind, though, she just ended up muttering: “Alright, Captain.”

“You’ll be joining Dr. Bowman and I to get an assessment on your status as a field medic. You don’t pass, you can kiss that title goodbye. My team isn’t going to have a medic unless they know field medicine cover to cover,” He continued. Vixen grumbled: “Yes, Captain.”

He nodded in satisfaction. “Good luck, kid. Welcome to the one-four-one.” He patted her shoulder and turned, leaving her in the kitchen with all three of her newfound teammates and König, the boogeyman.

She sucked in a breath, quickly realizing all four of them had they eyes trained on her. Never before, had Vixen, of all people, felt the slightest bit uncomfortable under the gaze of a group of men. But now, with these particular men, she felt like she was being dissected.

To break the silence, she snickered. “A ghost and the boogeyman. What’s next, the phantom of the opera?”

— ☘︎ —

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comicwaren · 2 years

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From Genis-Vell: Captain Marvel #002

Art by Juanan Ramírez and Federico Blee

Written by Peter David

#genis-vell: captain marvel #thanos #boss bragg #jazinda #genis-vell #marlo chandler #moondragon #heather douglas #rick jones #captain marvel #carol danvers #phyla-vell #ren-varr #death #marvel #comics #marvel comics

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omglisalithium · 10 months

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I got bored with watching TBB in English so now I'm watching it in Japanese and decided to rate the voices they gave them. Please note that this is all in good fun 😊

S1E1

Hunter: 7/10 idk it's not smoky enough

Tech: 5/10 tbh the voice they gave AZI is what should have been used for Tech

Echo: 10/10 perfectly mature and grumpy

Wrecker: 10/10 this voice actor definitely watched the english series and recreated DBB

Crosshair: 6/10 also just not exactly right

Omega: 10/10 perfectly suits her age and is also very cute

Nala Se: 10/10 wouldn't change

Lama Su: 10/10 wouldn't change

Tarkin: 8/10 doesn't sound old enough

AZI: 10/10 perfect

Saw Gerrera: 8/10 has the perfect amount of resentment and order to his voice, but I always interpreted his english voice to be a bit softer

S1E2

Cut: 10/10 sounds mature and fatherly

Suu: 10/10 perfect

Rampart: 7/10 this might change later. He just sounds too eager and young to me

S1E3

Rampart: 8/10 I feel like they're just trying to fit too much dialogue into the language

S1E4

Fennec Shand: 10/10 perfect

S1E5

Cid: 8/10 doesn't sound old enough

Bolo: 10/10 perfect

Ketch: 10/10 perfect

Bonus: Omega said "kawaii" 🙌

S1E6

Rafa: 9/10 too old but not old enough somehow?

Trace: 10/10 perfect

S1E7

Rex: 10/10 perfect but idk if they're using the same voice for the regular clones

S1E8

Cade Bane: 9/10 could sound more ghostly

Todo: 10/10 perfect

S1E10

Captain Bragg (only including her because she appears in S2): 10/10 perfect

Senator Avi Singh: 8/10 doesn't sound old enough

S1E11

Cham Syndulla: 10/10 perfect

Eleni Syndulla: 9/10 doesn't sound old enough

Hera Syndulla: 8/10 sounds a bit too old

Gobi Glie: 10/10 perfect

Senator Taa: 10/10 perfect

Howzer: 9/10 (tbh I have no idea if the same voice is used for all the clones like DBB) idk it sounds ok but not quite right

S1E12

N/A no new voices appear

S1E13

Roland Durand: 10/10 perfect

S1E14

Gregor: 10/10 VA has the laugh down

Again this is just for fun and not intended to offend anyone. I'll be updating this post each time I watch an episode 😊

#star wars #star wars tbb

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This Veterans Day, we remember a few of the Princetonians who have served in the U.S. military: 1. Col. Abram Zabriskie, Class of 1859, was wounded in action while serving in the Union Army during the Civil War and died in May 1864 at the age of 23.

2. Col. William Libbey, Class of 1877, joined the New Jersey National Guard in 1900. He taught marksmanship as captain of the Princeton Company. After the outbreak of World War I, he was promoted to major in the regular army and continued to teach soldiers how to use their rifles. Ultimately, by war's end, he held the rank of Colonel, and held the curious distinction of becoming a war veteran at 63.

3. Lt. John Winant, Class of 1945, left during his sophomore year to fight in World War II as a pilot. After his plane went down, he was feared dead before word reached the United States that he was being held prisoner. Winant remained in captivity in Southern Bavaria from October 10, 1943 to May 7, 1945.

4. Lt. Lisa Bryant, Class of 1993, was killed on July 10, 1993 by an enlisted soldier at Fort Bragg. She was 21.

#veterans day #veterans #military #alumni #Princeton #PrincetonU #Princeton University

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calling my bluff on all my usual tricks

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by ArabellaAM

Words: 10364, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Howard Stark, Edwin Jarvis, Phil Coulson, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Silver Fox Steve Rogers, Twink Tony Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Protective Steve Rogers, Age Difference, Soldier Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers is Not Captain America, Tony Stark is Not Iron Man, Mutual Pining, Military, Military Uniforms, Porn with Feelings, Spanking, Bottom Tony Stark, POV Tony Stark, Uniform Kink, Possessive Behavior, Discipline, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers

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calling my bluff on all my usual tricks

by ArabellaAM

Words: 10364, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Howard Stark, Edwin Jarvis, Phil Coulson, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42334251

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Cozy Wednesday featuring Battered and Buried (An All-Day Breakfast Cafe Mystery) by Lena Gregory #Review / #Giveaway - Great Escapes Book Tour @LenaGregory03

Welcome to Cozy Wednesday! I am delighted to share my thoughts about Battered and Buried by Lena Gregory today! Battered and Buried (An All-Day Breakfast Cafe Mystery) by Lena Gregory About Battered and Buried Battered and Buried (An All-Day Breakfast Cafe Mystery) Cozy Mystery 7th in Series Setting - Florida Publisher ‏ : ‎ Beyond the Page (March 19, 2024) Paperback ‏ : ‎ 188 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1960511580 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1960511584 Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CW18PPSQ The best-laid plans may go awry, but the best-laid clues could frame a man for murder . . . Never one to let a day off work go to waste, café owner Gia Morelli and a friend head out for a blissful kayaking trip through the local national forest. But the peacefulness of the day is soon shattered when they come across Cole, her head cook, standing over a dead body. Worse still, the victim was a lifelong enemy of Cole’s and clues found on the body point to the cook as the culprit. When the police take Cole in and subject him to an intense grilling, Gia vows to do everything she can to prove his innocence. As even more incriminating evidence surfaces—including when the murder weapon itself is found hidden at the café—Gia knows she’s up against someone brutal enough to kill and devious enough to frame Cole for the deed. With the police ready to make an official arrest and wrap up what they consider an open-and-shut case, Gia turns for help to an old friend who’s not above breaking the law himself. Because if she can’t find the killer, Cole may go from serving up hot dishes to serving a life sentence . . . Dollycas's Thoughts We are back in Boggy Creek at Gia Morelli's All-Day Breakfast Cafe after a short time away. She is delighted to have realized her dream of owning a successful cafe where people love to gather for "good food, a cozy atmosphere, and to stoke the Boggy Creek rumor mill". Most of her customers are friendly and enjoy their time there but there is always someone that has to make a scene. Rusty Bragge was not happy with his food or the service and he seems to know her head cook, Cole. He finally leaves after making some threats but that wouldn't be the last Gia saw of him. On a well-deserved day off Gia and her friend Trevor head down the Ocklawaha River, drifting along in their kayaks. She has become accustomed to seeing the monkeys and the gators but she watches carefully for the deadly water moccasins. She gets a pleasant surprise when they notice Cole and Cybil on the shore. Then they notice Cole is standing over a dead body. The dead body of Rusty Bragge. Clues on the body point to Cole and the altercation at the cafe doesn't help. Gia knows Cole is no killer and even after the murder weapon is later found in the cafe, she is determined with a little help from her friends to prove his innocence. She plans to serve the real killer up on a silver platter for her fiance Captain Hunter Quinn and his partner Leo Dumont. _____ The core characters of this series are a tight-knit group of people and when one of their own is in trouble they quickly band together to help. Savannah and Gia always make me smile. They are there for each other no matter what. Their romantic relationships are strong. Hunt and Leo know Gia and Samantha are going to get involved in their cases and work hard to keep them safe. I love Alfie, his skills are amazing, and he is quick to do anything to help solve the case. All of Ms. Gregory's characters are well-developed and continue to evolve as the series continues. She has created some wonderful pets for her characters too. The author has written a fast-paced well-plotted mystery with several possible suspects and confounding clues. There was twist upon twist but I finally moved someone to the top of my own suspect list. That being said, I was surprised by how the showdown occurred and how fast the pages were turning. This is not the first time and I am sure it will not be the last that I found a book by Lena Gregory impossible to put down. Battered and Buried is an excellent addition to this series. I am thrilled that this series has found a new home and that we will be able to continue to visit Boggy Creek and Gia and all her friends. I am very excited for their stories to continue. Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent About Lena Gregory Lena grew up in a small town on the south shore of eastern Long Island, but she recently traded in cold, damp, gray winters for the warmth and sunshine of central Florida, where she now lives with her husband, three kids, son-in-law, and four dogs. Her hobbies include spending time with family, reading, and walking. Her love for writing developed when her youngest son was born and didn’t sleep through the night. She works full-time as a writer and a freelance editor and is a member of Sisters in Crime. Author Links Newsletter. Website Facebook Facebook Page Twitter (X) Goodreads Pinterest Instagram Bookbub Amazon Purchase Links - Amazon - B&N - Kobo - Bookshop.org Also written by Lena Gregory Great Escapes Praise for Battered and Buried (An All-Day Breakfast Cafe Mystery) by Lena Gregory I am GIDDY to be back at the All-Day Breakfast Cafe with Gia Savannah, Cole, Leo, Hunt, Alfie, Trevor, Cybil, Harley, Earl, Thor … and all the wonderful people that make up Gia’s inner circle. I have missed these characters and the cafe, and it was just such a delight to dive back in and feel right at home once more. ~Reading is my Superpower I would recommend this book, and series, to anyone who enjoys a well-crafted cozy mystery. This author is one of my favorites and I cannot wait for her to write more. ~MJB Reviewers If you’re a fan of cozy mysteries with yummy breakfast food, great characters, and a puzzling mystery, you’ll love Battered and Buried! I give it five big stars! ~Christy's Cozy Corners TOUR PARTICIPANTS - Please visit all the stops. March 19 – Mystery, Thrillers, and Suspense – SPOTLIGHT March 19 – Literary Gold – SPOTLIGHT March 20 – Reading Is My SuperPower – REVIEW March 20 – Socrates Book Reviews – SPOTLIGHT March 21 – Christy's Cozy Corners - REVIEW, AUTHOR GUEST POST, INDIVIDUAL GIVEAWAY March 21 – MJB Reviewers – REVIEW March 22 – Guatemala Paula Loves to Read – SPOTLIGHT March 22 – Reading, Writing & Stitch-Metic - AUTHOR GUEST POST, INDIVIDUAL GIVEAWAY March 23 – Jane Reads – CHARACTER GUEST POST March 24 – Celticlady's Reviews – SPOTLIGHT March 25 – Read Your Writes Book Reviews – AUTHOR INTERVIEW March 26 – Ascroft, eh? – CHARACTER INTERVIEW March 26 – Sarah Can't Stop Reading – REVIEW March 27 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book – REVIEW, INDIVIDUAL GIVEAWAY March 27 – Angel's Book Nook – SPOTLIGHT March 28 – Sapphyria's Book Reviews – REVIEW March 29 – View from the Birdhouse – REVIEW March 29 – Cozy Up With Kathy – REVIEW, CHARACTER GUEST POST March 30 – #BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee – SPOTLIGHT March 31 - FUONLYKNEW – SPOTLIGHT March 31 - Teatime and Books – SPOTLIGHT April 1 – Maureen's Musings – SPOTLIGHT a Rafflecopter giveaway Have you signed up to be a Tour Host? Click Here to Find Details and Sign Up Today! Want to Book a Tour? Click Here Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. Receiving a complimentary copy in no way reflected my review of this book. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.” Read the full article

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