#veteran steve

[matchbookarmy]

Oh!

I want to share a fic I love and that lives in my head till this day!

Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

It was just amazing! The Tattoo shop, the slow built, the drama and tears, the happy ending. Like, I don't remember the details but I DO remember how much I loved it!

This looks really good! Thanks so much for sending in the rec.

Deep In the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jagen_hgar)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but love requires real courage. Steve struggles with letting someone into his life. Tony tries to keep his heart intact while Steve works on his issues.

Content Warning: Realistic depictions of PTSD.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, shoving his phone in Steve’s face: Stevie, baby. Would you still love me if I shaved my head?

Steve:

Eddie:

Steve:

Eddie: Steve?

Steve: I’m thinking about it

Eddie:

Steve: Okay

Steve: I would still love you but I would not be happy with your decisions.

[agentbootyreportingforduty]

sometimes i get depressed but then i remember at least i’m having a better day than steve mcgarrett. that man’s never had a day of peace in his life.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Happy Veteran’s Day!

[ms-spkhd]

been dabbling in omegaverse lately, so congrats, you get an excerpt of one of my WIPs

(tw for period-typical homophobic and ableist language)

Funny. Eddie could have sworn that the padlock on his locker door had been completely intact when he last checked before first period biology. 

Well, he’d hoped, since he changed the little bastard three times since the school year started–some barbarous, degenerate dickheads thought ransacking his locker and painting freak across the walls would really warm the cockles of their sad, commiserable little hearts. But those hopes, puny at most, seem to be dashed the moment he dragged his feet back from his final class of the day and found his locker, visibly padlock-less. Fuck.

Eddie stares vacantly at the door.

Well, it’s not actually funny. The joke never is, anyway, but what’s really funny is that Eddie has absolutely no clue if this whole thing is a joke or not. There’s evidence of funny business, of course, but the door isn’t tagged with fag or spazz or that ever-prevalent freak. He turns his head from left to right, surveying his surroundings, but nobody’s huddled together and snickering behind their hands like he’s the punchline of a school-wide inside joke. The hallway is relatively empty, save for plucky junior Gareth who’s hurrying towards him with his backpack slung around his shoulder and–funnily enough–Harrington, who quickly averts his gaze when Eddie’s eyes fly past him. 

Eddie huffs. So much for a damn Alpha, huh? Can’t even make eye contact with the freak of five years worth of weeks.

“Eddie!” Gareth greets enthusiastically, skidding to a stop next to Eddie, “What’s up, man?”

“Somebody fucked with my locker,” Eddie says blankly and points to the door. “The lock’s gone.”

“Shit, that’s not good.”

“I concur,” Eddie mutters bitterly. “Should I open it?”

Gareth straightens and takes a defensive step away from the locker. “No way,” he insists. “Knowing those guys, they’d put live frogs in your locker.”

‘Those guys’ is too broad of a statement–it could be anybody, considering their steadfast placement at the rock bottom of Hawkins High’s metaphorical feudal system. Now that he thinks about it, with Harrington leaning faux-casually against the lockers and occasionally scratching at his nose, it ought to be the work of the basketball team; no doubt Billy or Jason at the forefront of it all.

There’s a faint stench of anticipation whirling around the air. Dread, Eddie realizes. It smells like…like freshly ground pepper and the dewy forest behind his trailer. Like dead leaves and suburban rot.

“I don’t hear any croaking,” Eddie says, resolving to approach the situation with some natural caution. He swallows a great big breath and opens his locker.

The good news is that there’s no frogs.

The bad news? What he finds instead is fucking confusing.

All four walls are spotless, apart from the tally-marks he scratched into the left wall with a nickel for every detention he’d score, and there isn’t a single textbook, notebook, or balled up wad of graphing paper out of place. But, smack dab in the middle of his locker, nestled between the half-eaten tuna sandwich he’d forgot about last Thursday and a dog-eared copy of Brave New World, is a ziploc baggie of chocolate chip cookies, a black velvet pouch, and a piece of lined paper folded into a neat square.

“Any animal bits?” Gareth asks.

“Worse,” Eddie confirms.

To start, the gifts and the free food aren’t usually a thing. In fact, they’re never a thing because Eddie’s not a hot item in the high school market. He’s nowhere near lukewarm, practically Antarctic, at that. He’s no Ubermensch Alpha, weighed heavy with the stink of fresh blood and ash, nor is he a simpering and sweet-blooded Omega. He’s a Beta, like the other 80% of the high school population. There’s no reverence in the way he’s treated–he isn’t worshipped for his ‘powerful masculinity’ like they would an Alpha, and they definitely wouldn’t idolize or protect him for his honest to goodness high fertility rates.

Eddie is just Eddie. No one would even think to look at him twice if he didn’t decide to scrap his normalcy for the ‘devil-worshipping freak’ shtick. Jocks with inferiority complexes loved him for that. They loved the big red target he painted on his back, how it made them feel powerful, like big tall Alphas that howled into the moon and shifted the tides. But he’s not weak–he knows he’s not weak. He yells and claws and makes a scene; lets them know he has just as much power as them.

But that’s beside the point. No one is kind enough to sneak nice shit into Swirlie-boy Munson’s locker without ransacking it.

Eddie fishes out the pouch from between the cookies and note and examines it carefully, as one does with a bomb or vial of rat poison. As he loosens its tie, the sickly smell of apprehension spikes with his heart rate. 

What he finds only compounds his confusion. 

“It’s a D20,” Eddie tells Gareth, feeling light-headed. Gareth squints at him, his face scrunched like his brain hasn’t caught up with the information yet, which Eddie thinks is fair enough.

The dice is a yellow like sunshine, like a dandelion pinched between his fingers when he was small. It’s beautifully shiny, polished enough for Eddie to nearly see his reflection on its surface. There’s not even a single stain of a fingerprint on it. God, it must be brand new. It’s beautiful.

“Holy shit,” Gareth says, dazed.

“There’s no way,” Eddie breathes out, because the universe couldn’t possibly be this kind to him. There’s gotta be a catch–what if it exploded? What if it’s blackmail? Oh, God, the note.

Eddie fumbles with the pouch and tosses it into Gareth’s hands, who holds it gently in both palms as if he’s nursing an injured mourning dove. Like a bat soaring out of hell with its ass ablaze, Eddie snatches the note out of his locker and almost rips it to shreds in his haste to unfold it.

Dear Eddie,

I know I’m not the best with words, but I need you to know how much I feel towards you. I feel like we’re both on different sides of the track, a real Romeo and Juliet type situation, if you ask me–you’re King of the underdogs. You fight for your friends and the little ones you keep under your wing, and you have no idea how much I admire you for that. I guess you’d call me King of the school, but I hate that title. It’s got a lot of baggage I don’t handle too well, and, well, I’ve never been brave about it. I watch you and I see braveness personified, and I know I never fought for you like you fought for the guys in your corner.

Not just that, you’re beautiful too. Every time you look at me I feel like I shot a three-pointer at the championship game. It feels like a winning move. Those eyes you have, they’re like stars. And, God, your scent is so good. Like ginger and cinnamon behind all that tobacco, I wish I could smell it forever.

I know I’m not the type of guy you’d go for, or the type of guy you even tolerate, but I hope you’ll give me a chance.

Yours, 

S.H.

(Ps. Sorry about the lock, I accidentally broke it trying to jimmy it open like an idiot. I’ll pay for it if you want me to.)

(Pps. Look behind you.)

The first thing Eddie registers is the overwhelming scent of peppercorn swirled together with rain-soaked oakwood. “Time and place?”

Eddie’s eyes widen before he whirls around and almost brains Steve fucking Harrington with the white-knuckled fist clenching his letter. Harrington dodges his swing swiftly, catching Eddie’s hand in his, and smiles expectantly.

Holy shit, holy shit.

Gareth is braced against the locker beside Eddie’s, eyebrows high into his hairline and mouth aghast like a suffocating walleye. His eyes dart back and forth between Eddie and Harrington like the latter is going to swing back and stuff both of them into a locker.

Eddie swallows, feeling ill and cotton-mouthed. He wrestles his hand out of Harrington’s grip, hard enough to almost slam his knuckles back into Harrington’s pretty face again, and shoves the note into his front pocket with a huff. He shoots a glance over at Gareth and gestures at him to find Jeff or Phil with a flick of his head.

Gareth, typical of his dutiful nature, flips Harrington off with both hands and scampers off, sneakers squeaking distantly against the linoleum flooring.

Once Gareth rears the corner, Eddie sets his jaw and squares his shoulders. “My bench behind the school,” he says rigidly. He’s going to set this right. “Now.”

Harrington’s eyebrows scrunch curiously. “What?”

Eddie grabs the lapels of Harrington’s Members Only jacket and yanks him forward with all the force he can. “I said now.”

[howlingcommanddo]

Happy veterns day to these lovely men!! This is my first time trying to draw any of them! First time drawing humans really.. 😅

[thosetrollkids]

🙏 for Steve, please.

Angst art meme [closed!]

🙏: Possession

[bittersweet-in-boston]

Modern no powers mystery fic featuring our favorite two ding dongs - here’s the prologue, chapters will post every day or two over the next week

[widowlurker]

if I had a nickel for everytime I took 80 points of psychic damage bc of a blonde x brunette ship in which one was made into an icon of propaganda and the other was taken by the enemy and brainwashed into a weapon against the other (and lost a limb, technically bc of the other) I’d have 2 nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[darthbloodorange]

Bucky and Steve were childhood friends throughout school. After they graduated, they planned to join the military together but they were assigned different units and fell out of touch.

When Bucky returned home, he set up a flower shop.

One day, he gets an email from a modeling company asking if they could use his shop for a shoot. Bucky agrees, something interesting he thinks. Something fun to talk about with his friends over beers at the local pub.

Then the model arrives and they look familiar.

Oh God, it's Steve!

For the: ✦ @stuckybingo Round 6 - Childhood Friends [I3] (Card: SB6035)

Word Count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Modeling Flowers Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Warnings: Partial Nudity Major Tags: Modern AU, No Powers AU, Flower Shop AU, Models AU, Fluff, Pining, Childhood Friends, Getting Together, Chance Meetings, Nude Modeling, Flowers, Store Owner Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers is Not Captain America, Modern Steve Rogers, Military Veteran Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Military Veteran Bucky Barnes, Short-Haired Bucky Barnes ~ Summery: Bucky and Steve were childhood friends throughout school. After they graduated, they planned to join the military together but they were assigned different units and fell out of touch.

When Bucky returned home, he set up a flower shop.

One day, he gets an email from a modeling company asking if they could use his shop for a shoot. Bucky agrees, something interesting he thinks. Something fun to talk about with his friends over beers at the local pub.

Then the model arrives and they look familiar.

Oh God, it's Steve!

[alastyr-not-alastair]

So we just had winged Sabre floating around and also I cannot for the life of me stop thinking about how assassins creed should be Sabres mysterious backstory so I present:

Sabre cut his wings off when he became an assassin so that he wouldn’t stick out as much

if people started noticing the guy with wings at murder scenes, there would be a lot of issues

With the chicken feet, he can at least hide that with pants and shoes but a whole pair of wings would be… difficult to deal with out on the field

This also leads to situations like:

“Hey Sabre, what’s that lump moving on your back…?”

“Oh those! They’re my wing stubs.”

“Wing stubs?”

“I had to chop off my wings when I was younger”

And

“Why don’t you act like a bird at all if you are one?”

“Got the instincts beat outta me, wasn’t allowed to get caught. Harder to stop it in certain situations instead of just stopping it fully”

[sailorkamino]

love the idea of taking soldiers to an arcade/carnival. they confidently roll up to every shooting game like "you want the big prize babe?" bonus points if they get a low score and start raving it's inaccurate.

[g0ldengaytime]

My bf got me into warhammer darktide and my brain chemistry has never been the same since

(rhan belongs to me, steve belongs to my bf)

[tomorrowusa]

Thousands of LGBTQ+ veterans who were discharged from the US military with less than honorable status and who were convicted under now obsolete laws because of their sexuality are getting pardons from President Biden.

Steve Marose, a former US Air Force officer who was discharged for being gay and who served prison time for consensual sodomy, said he had long hoped that one day he would be pardoned. "I can pretend that 'Oh, I'm resilient,' you know, 'I got this,' but in the end, it's trauma," Mr Marose told the BBC. He is one of thousands whose convictions were overturned on Wednesday, after US President Joe Biden announced that he would pardon those found guilty of crimes under a military law that banned gay sex for more than 60 years. Mr Biden described the pardon as "righting an historic wrong". "I'm just glad the day has come," said Mr Marose. He and other veterans were convicted under a provision of the Uniform Code of Military Justice, which criminalised sodomy from 1951 to 2013. The US Congress had repealed the portion of the code that outlawed consensual sodomy in 2013.

Strictly speaking, those were felonies and the Biden pardons will eliminate those from the veterans' records.

In a statement on Wednesday, President Biden said he was "using [his] clemency authority to pardon many former service members who were convicted simply for being themselves". "We have a sacred obligation to all of our service members - including our brave LGBTQ+ service members: to properly prepare and equip them when they are sent into harm's way, and to care for them and their families when they return home," he said. US media reports that some 2,000 people could be granted clemency under the president’s proclamation. [ ... ] Mr Marose said his conviction in the late 1980s affected his life in many ways. "It is a felony record," he said, adding that it once cost him a job at a police department despite scoring very highly in his interviews. "They do background checks every time I've changed jobs, and I have to dig it all up again and show them this is what it was, this is what the charges were, this is the outcome," Mr Marose said. "It kind of just hangs over me in that regard."

Just for comparison...

Trump Accountability Tracker | GLAAD 213 attacks ON LGBTQ PEOPLE

[eva-knits12]

Veteran's Day with Steve Rogers

Steve is up, and turns on the news.

He's seeing all of the Veteran's Day tributes.

He pulls out his old military dress uniform.

Not his hero "oonifom".

Margaret is in a cute red, white and blue sweater.

Of course, Sarah has to wear her Captain America dress.

James has to wear his Captain America costume because he wants to look "just like Daddy."

Baby Margaret is sound asleep in her stroller, and she also has a red, white, and blue blanket that you crocheted.

She also has a Captain America lovey.

You all go to the parade and watch Steve going by.

You all go to Applebee's after the parade. Everyone gets their favorites, and you get your favorite dessert.

Sarah and James all draw pictures of Steve.

Veteran's Day is more meaningful because he got to spend it with his family.

The Avengers-including Tony-also help Steve celebrate Veteran's Day.

They all have an indoor picnic and barbecue for Steve.

You're there, too.

Steve never thought that Veteran's Day would have this much meaning.

He got to spend it with his friends, including Bucky and Sam.

You and Steve leave early because it's a school night.

Steve can't wait until next year.