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rebeccaebreeds So handsome, so broody, so mine! Happy 4th 💍@lukemitchell17 ❤️

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I never did drama at school. I did it for one term, when it was compulsory, and I hated it. Tennis was the main thing in my life, and I was not open to anything else. When I removed tennis from the equation, I didn’t know who I was.

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For you, controlling your power is like finding peace.

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One dog. Two puppies.

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thalia-dunne.

Surprised, Thalia looked up. She smiled while frowning in confusion at the question before deciding to take it totally seriously. “I mean, if it had to be one forever, I think I’d have to go with Honey Nut Cheerios. It’s a classic. Although I could be convinced to go with Rice Krispies as well because I can make treats out of them.” 

His eyes traveled to the boxes of the cereal she mentioned. Even the packaging had changed. Sam couldn’t remember if there was always a huge fucking bee on the box. “Cocoa Krispies -- my mom had to ration us on that. Well, me. I used to eat like kid crack and then just bounce off the walls, which meant I was kicked outside. The only issue is that it would be messy to eat in bed, and I know I am going to hoard this box away from the rest of the house.”

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samantha-pierce.

“I mean, I’ve always had a thing for Cinnamon Toast Crunch,” Sam shrugged with a grin. “But varieties of Chex or Corn Flakes are pretty good too. Oh and Vector. Now that is a godsend. I make trail mix with that.” Sam just threw some of the cereal in a bag with almonds and chocolate chips and was good to go.

“Vector? What the fuck is Vector?” Sam squinted at the boxes as if the particular cereal would leap off the shelf and into his vision. “Is that in the healthy realm or the chocolate-sugar-kid-crack realm?” He was leaning more toward the latter, just because the usual brands he could get and after sixteen years of deployment they grew old real fast.

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iramalone.

    “Cheerios, maybe Rice Krispies or one of the Chex ones. You know, something plain I could add fun things to without worrying too much about it tasting bad.” Ira glanced over, offering a smile and a shrug. “That or one of the fruity ones for kids. They change the formula from time to time so the flavor changes a bit. I’ve probably got a nice long life ahead of me so I don’t want to get stuck with anything boring, you know?” She tossed a few boxes of the Rice Krispies in her cart, plus a box of both the pebbles cereals. “What about you?”

“Fruity Pebbles?” Sam questioned, and then followed, “Never been my grind. The different colors, and then like fruit in grain form always seemed weird to me. I ate Kix as a kid. But, seems I am shit outta luck in that department.” He sighed, and shook his head a little. “I’m probably going to pick the sugar-kid-crack type. Captain Crunch or something. The boxes have all changed. I remember one back of the boxes had like... planets and space on the back.”

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connorquinn.

How in the hell had they run out of cereal already? Hadn’t he just bought food.. alright, it was two weeks ago, but still. They were out of bacon–that one he got–and milk and definitely needed more coffee and she had put triple underlines for cleaning supplies. With the parenthesis that he was doing the cleaning. Goddamn woman, he cursed in reference to his cousin. Lovingly. But begrudgingly. So he sighed, huffed, grabbed his wallet and, because she insisted, his cell phone as well (didn’t tell her the battery was dead, though), and headed off to meet the demands of his well-meaning cousin.

He was staring at the cereal aisle himself, more or less debating on Raisin Bran boxes; cheap or brand name. “Huh? Oh. Uh.. hell, sugar’s gonna be my downfall, so probably the cocoa flakey things.” He grabbed a box, held it up, tossed it into the cart. Two, actually. “What about you?”

“I’m a Kix man, personally, but alas, the fuckers discontinued it or something.” Sampson snorted a laugh, spreading his arms like Jesus in jest. He felt out of place in this store, in his civilian clothes. Things were too nice, too shiny, too clean -- there was no smell of smoke and gunpowder and sweat. Thus, he felt uncomfortable, like he stood taller than his six foot one, and the store was too small to contain him. “Cocoa Flakey Things, you mean...” Sampson snapped, “Cocoa Pebbles? Or is there like a Frosted Flakes but fucking chocolate?”

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jason-grey.

  “I will frosted flakes” he answered as he turned toward the man, “what about you?”

“Used to be Kix, but the bastards discontinued it, so here we are. Trying to fucking figure out an alternative.”

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diana-stirling.

It felt like she basically went to the grocery store every. single. day. Diana didn’t mind though, shopping for groceries was always a fun trip for her, kinda like being witchy, in a sense, following recipes, gathering the ingredients. Her conversation with Gia still burned fresh on her mind, but here she could shut it out, focus on something else. Debating on what cereal to have for the next few days (she ate it for both breakfast and her late night snack), Diana heard a voice next to her. “Fruity Pebbles.” Diana answered automatically, not even taking a second to truly think about it. “Whoops, guess that’s my answer. You helped me, too, so thanks for that.” She chuckled, picking up the box and placing it into her cart. “What about you?”

“Never liked Fruity Pebbles. The idea that something fruity was within a grain always bothered me,” he said with a nod, and a slight frown. Yeah, over his dead body would be bringing that cereal home with him. Home -- er -- back the Greysons, not really his home per say. “I was a Kix man, but they don’t carry it, so I am in a dilemma. Which crack-for-children do I want? Because Cherios, Frosted Flakes, the staples, y’know, they’re all I had for like sixteen years when I could, so.” He made a vague gesture.

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freyafairchild.

She took the man’s hand and pulled herself to a standing position. “I mean I really just hope I didn’t embarrass myself too much on our first meeting.”  Freya explained. “Me and the puppy I mean. You don’t think it saw me did you? I was really hoping to make a better first impression.” She joked as she ran her fingers through her hair before dusting herself off. “I think I’ll be alright, I think. I wish I could say this is the first time this has happened.”

“Dog’s don’t judge,” Sampson said without skipping a beat. “They just love us. Unconditionally.” He didn’t even bother to cover up the sentimentality of dogs. he had met plenty of combat K9 partners, and their heart and loyalty was better than any civilian he ever met, and a lot of soldiers too. “Hey, you know some of us aren’t very... gifted in the motor skills department, which is part of living.”

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scarlettxcardwell.

“Shut your mouth, Webb.” She said as she tilted her head back against the chair. “It’s always my favorite when it’s about you. You just give us so much to work with. So many embarrassing stories about you.” Truth be told, she didn’t mind Sampson’s mother, which was why she didn’t mind being the one to check on her. She was strong-willed and she didn’t take anyone’s shit, and she was exactly the kind of person Scarlett wanted to hang out with, even if it did meant knitting. She turned to look at him at his next words, a grin on her lips. She was sure that her life would’ve been much easier if that was true, but she had never done anything the easy way, and she had ended up placing herself between a rock and a hard place. “Smart man. A broken nose would’ve been the least of your worries.” 

He propped his own feet up on the ledge, still supporting hers. “I already know you took one of my naked baby photos, but if you’re looking to blackmail me, my little naked hiney is cute, and I am not embarrassed easily.” And he wasn’t. He barely cared that his mother drug out all the photos in attempt to embarrass him, a thing he knew she did on purpose. He glanced at her, grinning, not even mentioning the fact that he knew Scarlett knitted with his mother (hell, he did as well, no shame there), but him bringing it up would surely be a ticket to the hospital for a gunshot wound, and he liked the shirt he was wearing. However, he did grin, opting to poke more fun at her, “On second thought, a broken nose from you wouldn’t be so bad if it meant seeing your cute face.” He laughed, and then moved on, “Anyway, what’s your living situation like? I gotta find a fucking house down here for Mom and, well, me. Forty-one and buying my mom a goddamn house, fuck.”

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vanessa-navarrete.

“I’m guessing they discontinued it – that sucks, never got to try that one and I guess i missed my chance now. Could always go for a new favorite though.” She suggested with a small shrug, brown orbs glancing at the rows briefly, there were definitely PLENTY to choose from. “See Captain Crunch was up there with Cocoa Puffs, but because it tends to fuck up the roof of your mouth when you eat it, it came in second. Eggs are good sure, personally I’d go for making pancakes, but sometimes you don’t have the energy to cook so cereal is the best option, all you gotta do is add it and milk in a bowl and BAM. Or kinda like you said you can just grab the box and go right back into bed.” 

“Nooo,” Sampson said with an exhale, looking like a crushed puppy. He loved Kix, it was his absolute favorite and now it was gone. Damn it. “See, I was thinking about Captain Crunch, because sugar and it comes in pretty big pieces so I can eat it right from the box. That’s why I liked Kix, despite the fact that it wasn’t sugary or anything. Big round pieces that were the perfect balance of good taste and relatively good for you.”

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evanrider.

“Hey, you asked for the suggestion. If you were able to make up your mind, I wouldn’t have said anything. Just trying to help you out with a classic. Though maybe it’s crystallized what you do want now that you know what you don’t want. So?” he wiggled his eyebrows. What is it?” 

The urge to tell him to eat shit didn’t fade, and instead mounted into the slow building urge to just flat out deck him. Sampson was reminded of an annoying kid brother that he never wanted nor had. Instead, he slowly blinked at him, “I doubt you are capable of keeping your mouth shut, regardless.” His eyes drew back to the cereal. “Nothing I could get overseas, worn out on that shit. Frosted Flakes, Cherios, the classics, all shit we got over there. Probably just get the Cocoa Puffs and call it a morning.”

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honeybea-atwell.

“Oh, goodness, I don’t think I’ve seen a box of Kix in years. I vaguely remember the commercials.” She smiled and shook her head. “Maybe you could try ordering groceries online. It seems like that’s very popular these days.”

“And miss out on the overwhelming feeling of grocery shopping, I would never.” Sampson chuckled. “Honestly, I’ll buy a lot of stuff over the internet, but something that can be eaten, I just feel like that recipe for getting a box full of roaches and mice. No thanks.” He let out a light laugh and then shook his head. 

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fallonrobinson.

The minute her alarm blared at an hour that could only be considered ungodly, she had groaned, and rolled over, and fumbled with the phone until it stopped. She rolled over, snuggling her face back into the pillow before she rolled over again, glancing at the screen, making sense of the time, and the date, and she rolled out of bed, skidding on a spare sock and wiping out on the floor. “Ow.” She rubbed her knee gingerly, glancing around the room, making a mental note that she should probably pick it up before she hauled herself to her feet and trudged to the closet. Getting dressed was a struggle, and she put her arm in the wrong hole twice before she ended up getting it right. She made herself coffee downstairs, having given herself enough time to have that cup of coffee before she had to leave. She was exhausted, but jittery at the same time. It had been too long since she’d seen Sam, and when he’d told her the day before that he was coming home, she’d been more excited than ever. 

Keys to Nate Greyson’s car in hand, she left the Manor quiet and still asleep as she climbed in the Mercedes and pointed it towards Boston. She was thinking about her luck, and being able to have her family surrounding her in town. When she had first moved, she had been moving to two members that she had been missing, and leaving one behind. When Jett had made his way to the small Massachusetts town, there had been one person left missing from her ramshackle family that she’d built up over the years. A blonde werewolf who spent more time in the Middle East than some people that actually lived there. And she hadn’t ever thought that he would be making his way there, that he would be able to spend any time away from his Little Bird, down on the ground with the rest of them. But he was, at least for a while, and she couldn’t explain how happy he was. 

Leaving the car running in the first spot she found, she jumped down from the driver’s seat and made her way around the car, eyes scanning for a familiar face. She first spotted him through the glass windows, shaking hands with someone who was, undoubtedly, thanking him for his service, and as he moved to the doors, she sprinted towards him, colliding with him as her arms wrapped around his neck - he would catch her or they would end up on the pavement, but she didn’t care. “Sammy! You’re here.” She pressed a loud, smacking kiss to his cheek amid whispers from their onlookers, but she just laughed as he carried her outside. “I had a fifty-fifty shot. But I couldn’t knock you over, you’re pretty solid.” She tilted her head back to look at him as her toes touched back to the ground, and she wrapped her arm around his to pull him towards the car. “I think we can arrange that. We’ll find somewhere that will indulge your bacon needs. I’ll be joining you on the milkshake front, even if it is stupid early in the morning. We’ll find milkshakes somewhere. How was it though? Were your flights okay? Did you just sleep? Is everything okay?” She asked the questions in rapid-fire succession as they neared the car, but she finally paused to take a breath. 

“The food overseas does wonders for my physique, so thank you very much for calling me fat,” Sam huffed with fake insult. To add to the dramatics his chin raised in a scoff, and then started to laugh before looking down at her. She fired off questions at him, but his eyes were on the car she was leading him to. It was pretty clear it wasn’t her car -- and not because it was a Mercedes -- but because it did not look like her sort of drive. He also didn’t think she actually had a car since she traveled so much, which meant that this car was his alpha’s car. Good, that meant there would be leg room. “I’ll honestly take anything with bacon, doesn’t have have to be ultimate bacon. Maybe real eggs, holy shit.” His head tilted back, real food was in his grasp. That was perhaps the thing that he missed the most out of all the little things. 

With spending so much time overseas, he had added a few languages to his repertoire, but it was nothing like Fallon. Granted, she had her powers, but he felt like that she could easily speak all those languages without them. Sam doubted that she would have let anything stand in her way of her passion, which is something that admired. She never shied away from the messy and the hard story to tell. Opening the door to the car, he unzipped the duffle and pulled out some civilian clothes before sliding into the passenger seat. He glanced at her, “Eyes on the road,” he nodded with a wink before beginning to change. Off came the army green and instead went on the blue sweater and jeans, his dog tags still securely on him. He didn’t take them off, they had become part of his identity, he felt naked without them.

After a bit of fumbling, he tucked his wallet into his back pocket and clicked on the seatbeat, scratching at his second day stubble. “Anyway, the answers to your questions. I did sleep the whole time. I almost always do, put me on a plane and I pass out in about fifteen minutes in the air. It can be an occupational hazard at times,” he grinned and then continued on, “Commercial flights, so lots of people talking and shaking your hand, short on leg room and personal space, but that’s life. Air conditioning was really nice, I don’t have that in the bird, so,” he shrugged, “And I’m fine.” But everything wasn’t really fine. And he wasn’t the sort to lie, so he just danced around the question for a moment. “Mom’s not doing to well, and my sister... she just up and fucking vanished. So, I’m moving Mom here, Greyson’s have the best hospital and I’ll be close to pack.” Sam didn’t like feeling vulnerable, and the pack would aid in removing that feeling. “Plus, apparently some crazy shit has been going down here? I’ve gotten some rumors. And if something happens here, I need to be here.” Why? Well, he glanced at her, and hoped that she wouldn’t ask that and just chalk it up to it being who he was -- which is halfway was. 

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fallonrobinson.

It had been her decision, to want to go to Afghanistan. For her, there was an untold story lying behind what the media told, and she wasn’t going to let it go unwritten. Too many times she had watched the military fall victim to stories that were biased, or fabricated, or deemed ‘unbelievable’, and she didn’t want to watch it anymore. It had taken a little convincing, and a lot of work, but they had gotten her clearance to fly in, and off she had gone. She was nervous, both from the anxiety that the plane had given her, and due to the fact that she was very well aware of what could happen to her while she was there. She didn’t know how to use a gun, she had no way to protect herself, unless she outed herself as a witch, and then, she’d have a slew of different issues. It had been a passing argument with her parents, but in the end, the only thing that they understood was dedication to a job, and they pulled the strings that they needed in order to give her what she needed. 

She could hear the deep-rooted animosity in the way that the word press was thrown around, and there wasn’t a part of her that blamed them. She was used to the reaction, and if anyone had reason, it was those that were used to being villainized every step they took. “Fallon.” She offered with half a smile, still trying to convince her stomach that they were on solid ground, and not thousands of feet in the air. She almost cringed at his words, but she reigned it in and nodded, posing as though she was sure of herself. She would get the pictures, and they would be as good as any others, but she hated flying. For someone who loved to travel as much as she did, it was practically a death sentence, but she would act like it didn’t phase her. “Yeah, that sounds good. Though, I’m not so sure that last part is true.” She flushed slightly after she said it, and she reached up to scratch at the back of her head, scrunching her nose in embarrassment. “I just meant that I don’t think I’ve ever met someone that’s not photogenic. It’s in how you take the pictures. Everyone’s got a side that photographs, and if people can’t find that side it’s because they aren’t trying hard enough. I wasn’t, like, hitting on you. Or your commander. Or - I’m just. I’m gonna stop talking now.” 

Sampson was not some dumb kid that suddenly got patriotic when thousands lost their lives. He was not stupid, he knew that war was fought on the backs of civilians, and innocent lives would be lost. He didn’t need to be reminded at every turn that the bullets he punched through buildings would find plenty of innocent lives. That was war, and perhaps he had grown heartless, doing his duty to country and men, but he knew that if a wound was left unattended to it would breed infection, it would spread. That’s what they were doing, they were stopping cancerous cells -- and the healthy cells would perish at the expense to rid the world of the cancer of people who valued nothing but power and radicalized views. Eleven years ago, he watched as the City he called home was torn apart, he watched as his neighbor’s kids came home to a missing parent, he heard the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the atrium over the recordings they played on television. 

Then -- he had to wonder what happened. The death toll climbed above even Pearl Harbor, and people had the audacity to say that it was an inside job, to the alternative that there were people who simply wanted them dead. Sampson did not fear death, he had walked that line plenty of times, and he emerged from it with a taste of metal and blood and sand. Sure, he wasn’t expected to be painted as a hero (he certainly wasn’t one of those guys. Those guys were the guys who were in VA hospitals, recovering from lost limbs), but he certainly wasn’t a villain in this story, despite what MSNBC liked to say, and everyone else with their mouth full of opinions and lack of balls to put experience to their opinions. Her, here, that said something. At least she had the iron to come here and see them, see what they did, see what sacrifices they made and the horror that unfolded on a daily basis. It was easy to paint a picture from a safe distance away -- not so easy when reality couldn’t be outrun. 

As she stumbled over her words, he laughed lightly, “Ye old boot into mouth moment, we all have them.” Sam shrugged, he wasn’t really arrogant enough to think she was hitting on him, or his commanding officer. She also didn’t really seem like a uniform hunter, either. He glanced at her, and snorted, “Trust me, I wasn’t thinking that. Though, I like what you said about the right light. Being a photographer definitely takes a skilled eye, you can’t just... fucking point and shoot. I do that -- comes out like shit, so I know on a personal level how ineffective that is.” He laughed and walked beside her. “Anyway, I am specialized in the MH-6, commonly called the Little Bird. Or the Killer Egg.” His teeth showed with a snort. “AH-6 is the attack variant, but it’s basically the same, depends on the mission. We’ll being taking the MH-6, well see how active the city is and decide how close to get. First, you need a vest, helmet.” The city made him leery, as it should, and he didn’t like the idea of them getting close without being protected.

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