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bravo4iscool · 3 months

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just a friend

ngl this took me probably two weeks to finish BUT IT’S HERE NOW

this is my first proper smut so please be kind to me (🧍🏼) and feel free to give tips🕺🏼

there’s too little full metal appreciation in this fandom and since i absolutely love him to death i just needed to write that🫡

also, thanks to my amazing beta @bumblebeesfromvenus !! she helped massively with this hehe.

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“She’s just a friend.” That’s what he told his friends when they asked about you, that’s what he told himself every single time he caught himself thinking about you.

“She’s nothing important.” That’s what he tried to burn into his brain even though he knew he’d always find his way back to you; it didn’t matter if he wanted to or not.

You were his drug; he couldn’t—and didn’t want to—live without you. He knew he would go crazy and jump into life head first.

When he sees you flirting with a man at the Bulkhead one night after he—once again—dumped you, his ability to think shuts down completely. He sees red, the grip around his beer bottle tightening. He’s never seen his knuckles that white.

“You good Metal?” Jason asks, concern swinging in his voice as he glances at his friend. “You look a bit pale.”

“‘m fine,” he grumbles while he tries to rip his gaze from you but it was like you’d cast a spell on him; he could practically smell your perfume even if you were over at the bar.

“Well,” Jason grunts and stands up. “You need a ride home?”

“Nah,” Scott swirls around the beer in his bottle. “I have my own car here. You can go.” He doesn’t pay his team leader a glance. He only has eyes for you.

“Then I’m wishing you a good night. Don’t be up too late, deployment’s not long away,” Jason warns before he gives Scott a pet on the shoulder and leaves. Now he was on his own.

He can‘t help but keep his eyes on you, waiting for the man to disappear. You were his; his only and he wouldn‘t lose you to some wannabe Private who thinks he’s better than the rest.

When he sees the man get too close to you for his liking he stands up with a grunt and struts over to the bar. He pushes him away and straightens his back to his full height. „Back off,“ he hisses, his fists clenching at his sides.

The Private angles his head to look at Scott and slightly swallows. Then he tries to glance at you but you’re only looking to the ground, more than ashamed. This was your chance to get laid and he just blew it. You knew you shouldn't have come here. It was risky coming to this bar. He was a frequent customer here, but it was too late now and your bad decision making skills came to bite you in the ass.

“Scott,“ you shake your head while gently pushing him away. „Leave him alone. This is none of your business.“ You glare at him but he makes no indication to move. Then you sigh and roll your eyes. „I‘m sorry Mark, I‘ll handle this,“ you tell your companion, your hand lingering on his bicep.

Scott feels like his head will explode. He was the only one you were allowed to touch like that. That excuse of a man was nothing compared to him. How did he even catch your attention?

You glare at Scott before you grab his arm and pull him along outside. Once you’re sure no one will hear you you look at him with an angry expression. „What is your problem? Why can‘t you just leave me alone?“ He doesn‘t say anything, which only makes you angrier.

„Seriously Scott, you told me what you think of me the last time we met, you don‘t have the right to play cock blocker for me now!“ Again, he doesn‘t answer and you feel your frustration growing. He only stares at you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Oh my god!“ you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. „You‘re being ridiculous, really!“ You shake your head as you try to pass him but then he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“He doesn‘t know how to treat you,“ he says in a low voice, his head bending down to look at you. „He doesn‘t deserve you.“

You huff and push his hand off you. „And you do?“

“Yes, I do.“

You stare at him for a second before you break out laughing. „Good joke, I’ll give you that.“ Then your gaze hardens again. „You don‘t know shit about me Scott. You never did.“

You turn to walk away again when he starts to speak up: „Your favorite color is red because the soccer team you grew up watching wears it. Whenever you’re nervous you fiddle with the ring on your left hand and when you’re excited you can‘t keep your feet still. You put salt in your coffee because you’re convinced that it’ll taste sweeter that way.“

You spin around, your eyes wide as you stare at him. How did he-

“Your favorite band is ABBA and you love to sing their songs when you shower. Also, you only eat pizza cold because according to you it tastes better that way.” Scott cocks his head then he slowly walks towards you. You swallow, unable to move.

“Do you really think I don’t know you?” he questions in a low voice when he finally reaches you, his calloused fingers lifting your face so that you properly look at him. „I know more about you than you might think… That's why I also know he isn‘t your type, is he?“

You try to avoid his gaze but he’s having none of it. „Look at me when I talk to you, c‘mon,“ he murmurs and you know that you can‘t not listen to him. So you do what he tells you to. „Just like that…“ he smirks.

„Why are you doing this?“ you question, the conflict you were fighting right now clearly showing in your eyes. „Why are you pushing me away, just to come crawling back to me?“ You can see his body tensing and before you can say anything else his lips crash against yours, his hands moving to your hips.

At first you’re perplexed, wanting to push him off you; this argument wasn’t finished but when he pulls you even closer into his bruising grip you’re a goner—once again.

You pant against his lips when he breaks the kiss and your hands fist his shirt. „You wanna, uh- take this to a room?“ you ask in a raspy voice and one second later he leads you to his truck and speeds away with you in his passenger seat.

You both stumble into Scotts apartment—kissing. He immediately pins you against the door, his fingers fiddling with your blouse. „Take it off before I rip it,“ he almost growls and you comply. With shaking hands you undo button after button under his watchful eyes.

Once the blouse is tossed aside he’s all over you again and you start to play with the hem of his shirt. „It‘s only fair you take yours off too,“ you mumble against his lips while your hands travel over the scarred skin of his abdomen.

Scott smirks as he steps away from you and pulls his shirt over his head. „Happy now?“ He cocks his head and you nod, your bottom lip between your teeth.

„Definitely happy; now come here.“ You step towards him and pull him down by his neck. Your lips clash again and his tongue slips in your mouth. You let out a muffled moan out at that and tilt your head back.

With skilled hands he lifts you up—his hand resting beneath your thighs—and walks straight to the bedroom. He carefully tosses you onto the bed and is all over you in a matter of seconds to start kissing you again.

“‘m gonna show you you don’t need anyone else,” he whispers against the skin of your throat, his hand beside your head to hold his weight. “‘m gonna fuck you so good you can’t help but come back to me.”

You let out a choked breath and bury your fingers in his short strands. “Please, Scott,” you whimper.

„Please what?“ he gives you a cocky grin as you feel an all familiar heat in your lower stomach. „Gimme words, love.“ His fingertips skim over your naked stomach and make you shiver. „Tell me what you want.“ They reach your jeans and without taking his eyes off you he opens them.

With gentle hands he lifts your hips up and pulls your pants off you. „Look at you,“ he coos. „So needy.“ As you writhe beneath his gaze, embarrassingly touch starved.

He starts to trail kisses from your chest down to your belly button, glancing up at you through hooded eyes. He has a painfully hard boner but tonight was all about showing you why you couldn’t leave him; no matter how often he pushed you away or you tried to leave on your own.

„Sc—Scott,“ you whine while your hands find their into his hair again, pulling at the strands. That rips a deep moan out of his throat and you feel yourself shudder. „Please.“

He chuckles against your skin and hooks one finger under your panties. „Patience,“ is all he says before he pulls them down and tosses them over his shoulder. „So wet already.“

He decides to tease you just a little more by kissing the skin around your dripping cunt, making you cry out for him. „Please,“ you beg but his big arms curl around your thighs to keep you still.

“Patience,“ he says again, continuing to kiss everything but your clit…

Scott can feel your frustration growing and he’s feasting on it. He loves seeing you fall apart for him, knowing he’s the only one who gets to make you feel like that.

And when he feels that you’re getting lost in all his teasing he decides to gently rub his thumb over your clit. Your body jolts at the sudden contact and you let out a breathy moan.

He smirks as he continues to kiss your thighs while his thumb on your clit fastens. „You like that?“ he asks, glancing up at you just to see you with your eyes shut, a tear or two glistening on your cheek.

He stops and pulls back. A frustrated whine rushes past your lips and you force your eyes open to look at him. „I asked you something,“ he cocks his head. „You like this? You want me to continue?“

You nod with an already shaking body but he doesn’t take it. “Words, dear. Gimme words.”

“Y-Yes,” your voice trembles with a sob and his thumb immediately returns to its business.

You can feel him smirk against the skin of your thighs. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” His stubble is surely irritating your skin but you don’t care. You’re only focused on your pleasure and his hands; and, fuck, did he know what he was doing.

“Please, please,” you beg when you feel how he inserts one finger and you squirm. “Scott, please.” But he doesn’t listen to your pleas, only keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his finger into your dripping cunt.

“I’ll make you fall apart,” he promises as he ruts his hips against the mattress to create some friction on his dick. God, he needed you so but he told himself he’ll make you come at least once, on his tongue or his fingers, before he fucks your brains out.

Tears gather in your eyes as you fist the bed sheets, crying out for Scott and your pleasure. You beg and beg and beg, your clit already swollen from the way he was rubbing and pinching it.

“Fuck,” you sob, throwing your head back and arching off the bed. “Please let me come. Please Scott.”

“You want to come?” he coos before he starts to suck on your clit, sending you to whole new dimensions. His tongue‘s flicking over your nub, making you cry out for him again.

You could feel that knot in your stomach tightening, almost snapping. „Fuck, right there,“ you stutter, followed by a loud moan. „Yes- right- Oh my god!“

Scott looks up at you the moment he starts to stimulate your g-spot. His eyes darken at your reaction and he’s certain he‘d come completely untouched at the sight.

Your body tenses and your vision fades to black when your orgasm finally ripples through you with such a force that you fear you‘ll pass out for real.

Scott only stares at you as if you‘d hung the stars, the moon and the sun. He knew he loved you but…he didn‘t want to admit it. He wasn‘t supposed to feel anything, especially for you…

As you look at Scott with hooded, tired eyes the fire in the pit of your stomach returns. You need the real thing. Now.

Your hands reach out for him, pulling him up by his face to kiss him, the faint taste of you on his tongue.

You decide to let your hands wander down his chest to his jeans. You opened them while he moans into the kiss and bucks his hips into your hand.

When you finally manage to pull his dick out of his boxers, pre cum is already dripping down the shaft and you lick your lips at the sight. “I got you all riled up, didn’t I?” you chuckle and kiss him again.

“Only for you darling,” he pants against your lips before he pulls back to properly get rid of his pants and boxers. He can feel you watching him and smirks. “You like what you see, huh?”

You nod and pull your bottom lip between your teeth. This man was doing things to you, oh god…

When he crawls over you once again, he holds his weight on one arm beside your head while he uses his other to pull your thigh up and wrap it around his waist.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” he promises as he kisses down your neck, teasing you once again. “You’re gonna be good for me, right?”

You eagerly nod, unable to wait any longer. “Please Scott,” you whine, your hand reaching down between you two but he’s quick to grab it, pining it above your head.

“Tsk tsk,” he shakes his head. “You’ll take what I give you love,” he tells you in a whisper, his lips brushing the shell of your ear which causes you to moan. “Just like that.”

When he finally pushes his cock inside your wet cunt you can’t stop the strings of moans leaving your lips. “Oh- oh god,” you cry out.

“No god here darling. Only me,” Scott says with a cocky grin, his eyes fixated on you. Slowly he sinks further into you with a groan. “You’re taking me so good,” he praises you, bending down to kiss you. “Only for me, right?”

You nod again, already a moaning mess before he even properly started to pound into you. “Only for you.”

“That’s right,” he rasps out when he starts to move his hips, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room in a matter of seconds. He groans and curses as he pounds into you, one hand on your thigh to keep them around his waist.

You shut your eyes, mouth wide open as his cock bullies in and out of your pussy, letting you see stars. Scott knew what to do to get your body onto new heights; he knew you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry, tears already brimming in your eyes from the brutal pace he was setting.

His grip on your thigh was bruising, his short nails digging into your skin. But, you were too focused on your pleasure, his cock, his body. You could worry about the bruises later…

“Look at you,” he groans. “All pretty and fucked out for me.”

Your legs quiver as you cry and your hands claw at his shoulders, not knowing where up and down was. “Fuck, so- so good,” you moan, yelping as he suddenly picks you up and turns you both around.

He pops his back up against the headboard while his hands slide to your hips, making sure to keep his cock inside you. „Go on,“ he pants. „Ride me darling.“

And you do. God, you didn‘t know you could experience such pleasure. You were bouncing up and down on his thick cock while you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, throwing your head back in bliss.

„Only I can make you feel like that, am I right?“ He looks at you with hooded eyes, his hands squeezing your plush hips. You nod in a haze, your vision already blurry from the orgasm threatening to crash over you.

„Thought you were a good girl,“ he murmurs, stopping your hips from moving. „Are you good for me?“

“Y-yes,“ you stutter, catching your breath while you try to move your hips again but Scott‘s grip is hard and bruising; he makes sure to keep you still.

„Then why are you not using words, huh?“ he wants to know, tilting his head to the side as if his cock half buried in you wouldn’t bother him. You felt like if you‘d move right now you’d come immediately.

When you open your mouth but words won’t come out he starts to smirk. “Say you’re my good girl, c’mon.”

“‘m your-“ he starts to guide your hips down onto his cock again, making you moan out loud. “‘m your…g-good girl.”

“Yea, that’s right,” he pants while you bend down to intertwine your lips in a kiss. „And you’re gonna come for me now, isn’t that right?“ he mumbles against your lips, one hand reaching down to your clit to start rubbing it.

He moans when you clench around him, crying out, „Please.“

“I know, I know,“ he groans, throwing his head back. „Come for me baby. Come on my cock,“ he pants when he feels your walls tighten around him again, letting him see stars.

You whimper and your legs are weak already but you keep riding him, chasing for your release. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you which only causes you to moan even more.

„Scott- Scott!“

„Say my name,“ he grits out. „Say it again love. C‘mon“

And how can you deny him something when he’s taking you to whole new dimensions? „Scott, please,“ you cry, your grip on his shoulders tightening. „Fuck.“

Your hips are slamming down on his cock, the tip of it almost kissing your cervix. And the way he was stimulating your clit drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Shit,“ he curses when also he finally drives towards his release, trying to hold it back to make you come first but he didn‘t know if he could manage.

„Want you to come inside,“ you rasp out while you look at him, licking your lips. His cock throbs at your sentence.

He stares up at you, not knowing what to say at first. „Want me to knock you up, huh?“ he then asks, his hand leaving our clit to guide your hips up and down. „Do you want my babies so bad?“

You nod and kiss him again, your arms finding their way around his neck to pull him closer. „Want your babies,“ you confirm as you kiss down his neck.

“How can I deny that, mhh?“ he pants while hugging you close to him. With a yelp from you he turns you both around again. Once you’re on your back he grabs your hips and starts pounding into you with a fast and steady rhythm.

You writhe and moan, trying to get a hold of him, but he just takes your hands and pins them above your head without any effort. „You want my babies? You‘ll get my babies.“ He ruts his hips against yours, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

„Come for me,“ he groans into your ear and you do. You let out a loud moan, pretty sure his neighbors heard it, and your walls spasm around his cock. His one hand starts to stimulate your clit again while he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Just like that. Scream my name, c‘mon.“

„S-Scott, oh my god!“ Your hands struggle under his grip as your whole body shudders. „Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ His cock keeps hitting that spot inside you and for a second you’re afraid you‘ll never get down from this high.

He only pants and grunts, chasing his own orgasm, his thrusts getting sloppy and losing their rhythm. „Gonna fill you up good, baby,“ he promises; seconds later a deep moan rushes past his lips and he paints your walls white.

He stays inside you for a second to catch his breath; then he pulls out and lets himself fall down beside you, his chest heaving.

You glance at him from the side, your vision still blurry but you have a smile on your face. When he turns his head to look at you too, there's also a faint smile on his face.

He doesn‘t say anything, just grunts when he rises from the bed. „‘m gonna get a towel, you wait here.“ He leaves and returns a minute later with a damp cloth in his hand.

With gentle touches he cleans you up, dragging the cloth over your body while he admires it. „You look beautiful,“ he mutters, eying you for a second before he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You smile again and reach for his hand, your thumb caressing his knuckles. „You too.“ His eyes fall onto your almost intertwined hands and he takes yours into his properly.

There‘s something in his eyes you‘ve never seen before. “Come back to bed Scott,” you say while tugging on his hand and he listens.

He tosses the cloth away and climbs into bed beside you. You scoot closer to him, surprised when he puts his arms around you to pull you closer.

You let out a satisfied sigh and let yourself sink further into his embrace. It was rare he showed affection like this, so this moment was important for you.

„I‘m sorry,“ he mumbles into your hair while his fingers trace random patterns onto your skin. „I know I don‘t deserve you…“ You can hear the pain in his voice and glance up at him. „I don‘t know why I can‘t…give you what you need…“ His voice gets quieter at the end and you almost miss it.

“All I need is you Scott.“ You pop yourself up on your elbows so you can look at him better. „I don‘t need anything else.“ Your hand gently cups his cheek. „There‘s a reason I chose you out of all people, you know…“

You can feel how he hesitates, the man who usually was confidence in person suddenly being speechless. “How can you have all of me when I’m always gone?” he questions as he looks at you.

“Well I’m already living like that, no?” you fire back a question with a smile. “As long as I know you’ll return to me I’ll be able to cope with it.” You keep the ‘in a casket or not’ for yourself while you lean in to connect your lips in a slow and tender kiss.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your lips, burying his hands in your hair.

“I love you too.”

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vae1bixy · 2 months

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quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SEAL Team (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eric Blackburn/Scott Carter/Mike Smith, Mandy Ellis/Jason Hayes/Brock Reynolds Characters: Mike Smith, Scott Carter (SEAL Team TV), Jason Hayes, Brock Reynolds Additional Tags: Swearing, mentions of injury, Bickering, mentions of workplace sex, Workplace Relationship, Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2023 Series: Part 20 of Universe of Trios, Part 18 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Navy Base, Part 2 of 2 Navy 1 Marine Summary:

“They’ve been doing this for forty-five minutes straight. I thought they might pause for breath at some point, but I guess I was wrong.”

Brock and Jason are bickering, Metal is endlessly entertained and Mike really wants to be the sensible one

#seal team #yotp #yotp 2023 #mandy x jason x brock #metal x blackburn x mike #mike smith #scott carter #brock reynolds #jason hayes #swearing #mentions of injury #mentions of workplace sex #workplace romance #workplace relationships

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finiteuniverse13 · 2 years

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I made a quiz to determine what SEAL Team character you are! The picture are all incredible (in my opinion) so feel free to post your results in a reblog or comment!

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bravo-four-seal-team · 2 years

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Where the Sea meets the Sky (and Land connects the Hearts)

Summary:

Eric Blackburn and Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell used to date in the academy, it was kept a secret by their friends Goose and Adam, until one tragic day. Goose was killed in a training accident. Maverick ended things on a sour note, blaming the other man for being a distraction. Now Bravo team being led by Eric Blackburn has been called in to help located a Top Gun captain who was taken hostage after his plane went down and he bailed out.

How will everyone cope with seeing each other again?

CHAPTER TWO

If there was one thing Eric Blackburn hated, it was rainy Monday mornings. He'd grown accustomed to the calm weather in Virginia Beach, but dreary grey clouds and constant rain weren’t his idea of a good start into the week. He took a sip of his coffee and looked up when someone knocked on the door.

“Enter!”

"Commander Blackburn? Admiral Simmons is here to see you", the admin clerk told him.

An admiral? Why? “Thank you, Thompson.”

As the admiral entered, Eric dutifully saluted him and stood at attention. He didn’t miss the wings pinned to the man’s uniform lapel or the signs of stress and fatigue in the lines of his face. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

“At ease, Commander”, Admiral Simmons said with a nod. “I’ve been told your SEAL team is the best there is. We have an emergency.”

This was not how Eric expected his Monday to begin. As the Admiral handed over a file, he sighed softly, pressing the shortcut on his phone to send a mass text to Bravo with the simple message: Briefing asap .

“Your intelligence officer has already been briefed”, Simmons told him as they headed to the briefing room. “The mission has been approved, but it is top secret.”

While waiting for Bravo to join them, Eric opened the file. His heart dropped.

Oh God.

The door opened and Bravo filed into the room, chatting quietly amongst themselves. They must have read something in Eric’s expression because they sobered up and quickly sat down.

"Alright, listen up”, Eric said as soon as the door closed, “this mission is an urgent one. Agent Ellis?"

He was glad to let Mandy take point on this briefing, and not just because it was nice to have her back. He could have sworn his heart missed a few beats when the picture of their objective came on screen. From his vantage point off to the side, he could see Clay do a double take, blue eyes going wide.

"A naval aviator, Captain Pete Mitchell, was shot down 48 hours ago over enemy territory”, Mandy began. “His canopy was spotted by members of his squadron and primary rescue was launched. However, the rescue crew was intercepted by enemy aircraft and had to retreat. Tangos on the ground were seen dragging Mitchell off, but we are still waiting on satellite and aerial images of the area."

Admiral Simmons stepped forward to address the team. "Gentlemen, this is one of the best Top Gun graduates and one of, if not the best pilot the Navy has. Alive or dead, we want him back."

"Pararescue is out of the question, they can’t get anywhere near, that's why we are called in”, Blackburn spoke up, noting the silent question on some of his men’s faces. “Wheels up in an hour, boys. We're going sailing."

"This is bullshit!" Struggling out of his gear, Rooster scowled. "Mav needs us!"

Phoenix looked at him, her brows furrowed. "I only saw his chute deploy, Roos…", she said softly. "There’s no telling if he even survived the bail out.”

Bob, her backseater, had his eyes closed and his head down. "They probably wouldn't have kept him alive for long either.”

“You don’t know that”, Rooster argued.

Glances were exchanged across the room, but nobody knew what to say or how to handle this situation.

"I agree with Bradshaw”, Hangman said with a sigh.

Rooster’s head jerked up, confusion flickering over the worry and pain in his expression.

Hangman continued: “Maverick is still out there and he needs us. We need to get back out there and do something ."

Coyote nodded. Fanboy muttered an agreement.

They all jumped when the door opened and Warlock entered. He looked at them. “NAVSOC has green-lit a rescue mission for Maverick”, he told them solemnly. “DEVGRU assets have been briefed.”

“We’ll be part of the rescue, right?” Rooster’s hands were clenched tight around his parachute pack.

Warlock gave him a sympathetic look. “That’s out of our hands.”

"Blackburn, you good?", Jason asked as the helo dipped slightly, the thump-thump of the rotor blades slicing through the air getting louder for a moment as the pilot adjusted their course.

The commander snapped out of his thoughts. "Fine." The closer they were getting to the carrier, the more his stomach churned. It had been ages since he’d last seen Maverick. More than 30 years. A lifetime.

Ray leaned forward. "How do you know him?”

I don’t. I thought I did, once upon a time. Blackburn sighed. "Old friends”, he offered and briefly considered leaving it at that. He didn’t. “The picture beside Adam’s in the Bulkhead. The aviator?"

"What about it?", came the question from Sonny.

Blackburn really didn’t want to have this conversation, not here, not now, not anytime soon if he could have his way. But there was no taking it back now, so he explained: “That’s Lieutenant Nick Bradshaw, callsign Goose. Adam and I met him when we were in the Academy. He flew with Maverick, was his RIO and best friend. He was killed in a training accident, Adam and I put his image up since he lived out in VA Beach at times… Maverick cut us off after Goose’s death. Never heard from him again."

As the helo descended on final approach to the carrier, Eric heard Clay murmur “I had no idea”.

Climbing out of the helo, Bravo quickly made their way off the landing pad. Following Admiral Simmons inside, they pretend not to notice that people are staring at them.

“They’re looking at us like we’re the most interesting thing on this ship”, Sonny muttered.

“We probably are”, Trent joked drily.

“Shame Metal isn’t here”, Brock chimed in, adjusting his hold on Pepper’s leash as she excitedly sniffed around. “That would’ve made things more interesting.”

A beat passed as they all thought of their lost brother. It had been a year, but they still missed him.

“You mean he’d be having a staring contest with every single one of those people”, Clay said with a lopsided grin, making them all chuckle.

Dagger Squadron was on its way to the cafeteria after debrief when they saw the group of newcomers, led by Cyclone himself.

Bob interrupted himself mid-sentence to tell Phoenix: “Look at that dog, isn’t it cute?”, to which Coyote responded: “Cute? Bob, have you seen those teeth?”

Phoenix snorted and backed up her WSO. The dog really was cute.

They heard snatches of conversation over the ambient noise of the carrier, the rustle of tactical gear and the clattering of dog paws. Cyclone and the commander appeared to be talking about logistics and responsibilities, the two men behind them were holding a conversation with telling glances alone. The other four men lagged a few paces behind and while the man with the dog and the guy next to him didn’t say much either, they seemed highly amused by the other two: One of the men – a Texan, from the sound of it – was passionately griping about being on a ship, about hating the ocean and something about jellyfish and Elle Woods. The other was egging him on with a gleeful smirk.

“At least there’s no GOPLATs for you to swan-dive off of, Peter Pan”, the Texan commented.

The aviators blinked, traded puzzled looks.

The blond just laughed.

Rooster nearly tripped over a knee-knocker and bumped into Hangman. He was vaguely aware of his teammate saying something, but he didn’t understand a word of it, his ears still ringing with the sound of that laughter. He’d recognise that laugh anywhere.

Bradley is laughing as he watches his mother dance in the kitchen with Clay, the 3-year-old boy giggling and laughing.

The young boy could easily pass as his biological brother, or even as Uncle Ice’s son. He waves to Clay, who has the biggest smile on his face, before his blue eyes snap to the door and he starts shouting “Uncle Mav, Uncle Mav!”.

Uncle Mav is followed by Uncle Adam, who looks exhausted and promptly collapses on the couch, muttering things about idiots and the teams.

“Rooster!”

He jerked, coming back to himself.

“The hell is the matter with you?”, Hangman snapped.

“Sorry, thought I saw someone.”

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bro got retconned off the team and no one told him???

version so you can see diana my wife diana:

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bravo4iscool · 3 months

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sister

there‘s too little trent in this world, so take this🕺

i hope you like this lol.

reader is clay‘s little sister and her nickname is „missy“, it‘s no indication of her name tho :)

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not proof-read :)

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You happily smile and run into your brother's arms as soon as you see him. „I missed you big man,“ you laugh.

„Missed you too, Missy,“ Clay whispers into your hair, holding you close for another minute. „Thank you for inviting us,“ he then tells you, breaking the hug with a big smile on his face.

You grin and lightly shove his shoulder. „Of course I‘d invite you. It’s not often you have free time, you know. Besides, I don‘t want to spend Thanksgiving alone.“

When you look behind your older brother you see his team members finally approaching. They were waiting at the beginning of your driveway. They weren‘t all here today though. The team leader, Jason Hayes was with his family, as well as Ray Perry, but the others were invited to your Thanksgiving dinner.

„Hello, welcome,“ you enthusiastically greet them, waving. „Nice to finally meet you all. Clay told me much about you guys!“ You smile at them, shaking hand after hand.

They all smile at you and then one of them starts speaking. „Thanks for the invite. I‘m Sonny. I‘m surprised Blondie never told us about you,“ he tells you and you side-eye Clay before you start laughing.

„I think I need to have a talk with him regarding that matter,“ you tease. „But, let’s not talk about that! Please, come inside.“ You motion them to follow you and walk into your house. It was a little small but perfect for you. You couldn‘t imagine living somewhere else.

They follow you like a bunch of lost puppies and it‘s more than funny to you. You show them your living room and tell them to sit down. You would bring the food shortly, you say.

Clay follows you into the kitchen where you run around humming to yourself. „Are you trying to feed a whole bataillon?“ he laughs and you shriek.

„Jesus Christ!“ You place your hand over your heart. „Don‘t scare me like that!“ you scold him, jabbing your finger at him.

„I’m sorry,“ he laughs, pressing a kiss to your head. „Won‘t do it again. I just wanted to help you,“ he explains, starting to stir the gravy. „Been with these guys for too long.“

„Well, you chose to, didn‘t you?“ you ask putting the pie in the oven. „By the way,“ you look at him. „Who‘s the one with the beard?“

„We all have a beard Missy,“ Clay snorts and you roll your eyes.

„The one who didn‘t talk,“ you explain, tilting your head at your brother. „He only looked at me a bit strangely.“ You place the baking gloves on the counter and wipe a couple hair strands out of your face.

„Could be Brock or Trent. Why you wanna know?“

„He’s cute,“ you say with a shrug and Clay stops stirring. He turns around, eyes wide.

“No. No, no, no! You won’t make a move on one of my teammates!” he almost screams and you only laugh.

“Why not?”

“Because, firstly, I would work with the man fucking my sister, which is already weird enough and, secondly, you know our job,” his voice turns serious. “I don’t want you to…get your heart broken.” Clay averts his gaze, memories of his own breakup with Stella surfacing. She wasn’t able to live with the fear of losing him…

You already had him to worry about but dating another SEAL? He didn’t know if you could take that much stress and uncertainty. He wanted only the best for you.

You sign and walk towards him. “I know your job,” you confirm, gently placing your hand on his upper arm. “But does a dangerous job mean you guys are unlovable or don’t deserve it?”

You look up at him and he wants to cry. You were right but still, he didn’t want you to love one of them. Without saying anything he pulls you into his arms and keeps you close.

“Don’t…do anything you’ll regret,” he whispers and you tighten your arms around him. You never wanted to let him go. You’ve missed him too much…

“I promise,” you whisper back, a little tear escaping your eye. “Besides, I just said he’s cute. Never said I’ll make a move,” you then immediately joke, breaking the hug with a sniff.

Clay only rolls his eyes, trying to hide his smirk. “Maybe you did but I know you better.”

Trent sits on your couch, involved in a heavy discussion about football with Sonny. The Texan couldn’t accept the fact that he was the only hardcore football fan.

“We can watch soccer instead,” Brock retorts with a snort and immediately gains a death glare from Sonny.

„We‘re in America and in America you watch football!“ Sonny proudly exclaims, straightening his back and popping out his chest. „Besides, it‘s a long Thanksgiving tradition!“

Trent just rolls his eyes and pushes himself off the couch. He would look and ask if he could help anywhere. He’s not used to doing nothing. His hands are itching to do something.

When he‘s about to enter your kitchen he sees you and Clay breaking a hug. He decides to wait outside. You haven’t seen your brother in a long time and he wanted to give the two of you some privacy. When he‘s sure he can enter he slightly clears his throat.

You look to the door and smile when you see one of Clay‘s teammates. „Hey,“ you greet him, walking over to shake his hand. „Can I help you with anything?“, you want to know and he shakes his head.

„No, thanks. I actually wanted to ask if I can help you,“ he answers, trying his best to not look too intimidating. His height didn‘t help with that. „I‘m Trent, by the way,“ he’s careful not to stumble over his words.

He was nervous. Why was he nervous? You only were Clay’s sister. He didn’t know you. You didn‘t know him. So, why the hell was he nervous about talking to you?

„Uhm,“ you look around and totally miss the way Clay eyes his friend with a stern gaze (You didn‘t miss it). „I actually do need help, yes. These-“ you point at a couple of pots and the turkey. „-need to be set on the table.“

“Okay,” Trent slightly smiles before he looks at Clay. “You wanna help?” The younger SEAL stares at his friend for a couple seconds before he nods.

“Yea, I’ll tell you where to put it.”

“Great,” Trent mumbles as he picks up the turkey and leaves the kitchen, Clay following him with one of the pots. You look after them with a smile, then a laugh when you hear how your brother instructs his friend.

You decide to head to your living room to call the other guys. „Food��s ready,“ you smile at them, peaking your head through the door. Sonny immediately stands up and claps his hands.

„That‘s my call!“ the Texan says and Brock snorts. Then he also stands up and walks towards you.

„I hope this isn‘t too much to ask but the dog‘s still in the car and I wanted to know if I‘d be allowed to get him out?“ He lightly tilts his head and you nod, an excited grin on your face.

„Sure! You can go and get him. Clay told me much about Cerberus!“ Relief washes over Brock and he excuses himself to get Cerberus. Normally he always took him with him but he didn‘t know how you‘d react to the shepherd dog.

„I‘m surprised that he didn‘t go crazy already,“ Clay retorts, suddenly by your side. „That dog‘s his life…“

„Well, at least he‘s got someone, no? Dog or not.“ You smile at your brother before you leave him alone to sit down in your dining room. „Are you coming?“ you turn around and he nods before following you.

„Missy, it‘s me!“ Your head shoots up when you hear Sonny‘s voice. What was the Texan doing in your house? Not that you didn‘t want him here, you‘ve become amazing friends with Bravo Team since your Thanksgiving dinner but it was 12am, so why was Sonny here?

Your head pops out of the kitchen and you eye Sonny. „What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work.“

„Trent said I need to step back for a day or two. That fucker got me the wrong way during sparring,“ he explains while he stretches himself on your couch. „You have no problem with me being here, do you? I can also leave if you want me to.“ He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow.

„Oh,“ you smile. „No, you can stay. I have no problem with that.“ You turn to leave to the kitchen again then you turn around once more. „I hope you‘re fine lasagne? Clay asked me to cook it since he‘ll be around for lunch today.“

Sonny starts to grin and stand up immediately. „Did you say lasagne? Count me in Ms.Spenser!“ He follows you to the kitchen like a lost puppy and you laugh at that.

„You really want to compete with Cerberus, do you?“ Sonny only snorts at your question and sits down on one of your kitchen chairs. You laugh and shake your head. „Normally he‘s the one following me to the kitchen like he‘s a saint.“

„He ain‘t a saint,“ Sonny retorts and you grin.

„No, he‘s not. But you are?“ You turn to look at him, just fast enough to see him smirk.

„Never said I was one,“ he answers with a shrug, a full grin now working its way onto his face. „No one‘s a saint,“ he continues, stretching out his legs. „Except for you maybe. You come quite close to one.“

„Why‘s that?“ you ask, sprinkling cheese over the lasagna. You glance at him over your shoulder. He has his hands crossed in his lap and his head laid back, eyes closed. You smile at that sight. If you learned one thing about Sonny it was that he always acted all tough and untouchable but deep down he just wanted peace and calm…

„You‘re nice, you care for us, Trent has a crush on you,“ Sonny starts listing, not paying attention to the fact that he‘d just exposed his brother and you freeze. Trent had what? Surely you must‘ve misheard it. „Jason likes your muffins, Clay isn‘t bitching around that much when he was with you before.“ Sonny opens his eyes and looks at you. „You want me to continue?“

You shake your head and walk over to the oven. „No…“ you sound a bit confused, almost irritated by Sonny‘s words. „You don‘t need to praise me to the heavens, Sonny.“ you force a smile at him. „I‘m just…a normal person. Nothing special.“ You push the lasagna inside and turn the oven on.

Sonny tilts his head at you. Something he said caught you off guard, he can feel it. „Is it because I told you Jace likes your muffins? I was not supposed to tell you but-“

You turn around. „It‘s not the muffins Sonny.“

„Mhh…“ Sonny recalls everything he told you and then his eyes widen. „Oh shit! It‘s what I said about Trent, right? Oh fuck!“ He stands up. „Look, just- I don‘t know… Just because I said it doesn‘t mean it needs to be true!“

You shut him up with your gaze and for a second he just stands in your kitchen staring at you. Then realization hits him. „Oh… You want it to be true, don‘t you?“ You feel blood rush into your cheeks and avert your eyes. Sonny wouldn‘t let you hear the end of it now…

You expect the Texan to crack jokes and maybe laugh but he just looks at you. „You like him“, he then slowly puts the pieces together further and you simply nod along. „Now I own Ray 50$, damn.“

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth. „You had bets on me?“ He can‘t be serious, can he?

„Of course,“ Sonny seems so casual about it. „Ever since you brought Trent soup when he had a cold. You didn‘t even do it for Clay when he was bedridden.“ You don‘t know how to respond to that. If the team knew… did Trent know it too? Your palms start to sweat.

„Does…does he know?“ you carefully ask Sonny and he snorts. Was that a good sign now or a bad one?

„That fucker is as oblivious as Cerb when Brock tells him they‘re going swimming but instead he drags him to the vet.“ You blink at Sonny, not sure what to do with that answer. Sonny sighs. „Long story short, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t even think there's a possibility of you liking him back. That man is so head over heels over you that he tries to find even the slightest excuse to show up at your front door.“

„He…does?“ you’re still surprised by the fact that Trent apparently also likes you. You didn‘t know how to process all this.

„Of course,“ Sonny laughs. „Matter of fact, I‘m 100% sure he’s trying to convince Clay right now to let him come with him. Man‘s desperate to see you.“

You want to answer but then you think for a second. Why was Sonny telling you all this? Why was he breaking Trent‘s trust like that? This wasn‘t normal for Sonny…

„Why are you doing this Sonny?“ You then decide to ask. „Why are you telling me all this? Aren‘t you…betraying Trent right now?“

It‘s 11, maybe 11:30pm when you leave work and the cold wind collides with your face. You shiver and pull your jacket faster around you. You should‘ve taken your fucking car instead of walking to work this afternoon. You curse yourself as you quicken your steps and look around almost paranoid.

With Clay being your brother you always were very aware of what was happening around you. Clay made sure to teach you what he thought was necessary for you to know, that included the observation of everything around you and you’ve never been more thankful for it. It made you feel a tad more safe, especially now that you were walking around alone at night.

When you hear footsteps getting close to you you fish for your phone, never being more happy to have Clay on speed dial. You press your phone to your ear, your eyes glancing behind your shoulder. There was someone…

You decide to walk another way back home. One where you walk through the more populated areas of the town. While you try to keep an eye on your surroundings you wait for Clay to pick up. When he doesn‘t you suppress a curse and dial the next number. Sonny.

He would pick up, no? He is always on his phone anyway. But Sonny doesn’t pick up. You try to reach Clay again, then Sonny. They don’t answer.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, glancing behind you again. Whoever was walking behind you was surely following you. You’ve been taking other turns for the third time in a row now and they were still behind you.

You squint at your phone and take a deep breath. Without thinking twice about it you dial Trent’s number. You’re afraid you’ll break your phone with the grip you’re having on it but you try to keep calm. Clay prepared you for situations like this. Kinda.

“Trent? It’s me. Am I interrupting something?” you let out a relieved breath when he answers. “Could you do me a favor?” you’re even more relieved when he immediately answers with a yes. “I’m on my way back home from work and there’s someone follow-“ you can’t even finish your sentence before you hear him get up and grab his keys.

He asks you where you are and you quickly send him your live location. He promises you he’ll be there as fast as he can and your legs nearly give out from the sudden reassurance. You thank him over and over, quickening your steps once again.

“I’ll be there in 15,” you hear Trent say and you visibly relax. “Stay where you are, try to find a crowd or something close to that. I’m gonna stay in the line,” he explains and you nod, telling him you’ll do the best you can.

Your eyes scan the buildings surrounding you and then fall onto a small 24/7 shop. There surely was someone who could keep you company while Trent arrives, right?

“There’s a uh store,” you carefully say, your feet walking yourself over there almost by themselves. As expected Trent tells you to enter and look out for someone.

A small ‘ding’ signals you entering the store and you immediately start to hide between the shelves. And you were right to do so because only seconds later the bell rings again. You take a deep breath and grab one of the baking mixtures to look busy.

Then you call Trent’s name again. “I’m pretty sure they followed me into the store,” you quietly say, trying to glance around as unsuspiciously as possible. You pause for a second, the grip around the baking mix tightening. “Please tell me you’re here soon…”

“5 minutes,” he tells you, flooring the throttle of his truck. “5 minutes, then I’m there.” His grip on the steering wheel turns his knuckles white and he needs to keep himself calm more than ever.

On the battlefield he never was that nervous. His brothers could take care of themselves but you… You couldn’t.

Yes, Clay probably taught you basic self defense, he thinks but still. He could protect you better than you ever could…

When he arrives at your location he doesn’t bother properly parking his truck. He jumps out and tries to calmly walk towards the store but it‘s like his feet are itching.

He raises his phone, looking at the still ongoing call. „I‘m here,“ he tells you and then he opens the door. You‘re in his arms before he can even blink.

He stumbles two steps backwards before he can wrap his arms around you. „It‘s okay, it‘s okay,“ he says, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, keeping you close to him. „You’re not alone anymore.“

„God, that man was creepy,“ you breathlessly laugh, breaking the hug. You immediately miss the warmth Trent generated and heavily blush. „I‘m sorry for calling you so out of the blue-“ you want to apologize but he’s raising his hand to stop you.

„No, none of that. You can call me whenever you need. I‘m always there for you,“ he explains, looking you deep in the eyes. „Now, did you see the man? Do you know who he is?“

Trent‘s eyes narrow and the sparkling got replaced by a dangerous look. You shiver and swallow. You turn so you stand beside Trent and then you nod into the direction of a man. „That‘s him,“ you say. „He‘s been following me for at least three blocks.“

Trent looks at the man, then at you. „My truck‘s outside. Gimme three minutes and I‘ll join you there. I don‘t want you to witness this.“ He looks at you again and you nod.

„Okay. I‘ll go and wait…outside.“ You turn your back to Trent and leave, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You knew what he was gonna do. He‘ll nicely confront the man and probably calmly tell him to fuck off.

You stand beside his truck, already climbing in since it‘s still running and you can already see yourself patching up his bloody knuckles later. You sigh when you think about that. Sometimes you thought that he was just chasing trouble…

„Why are you looking at me like that?“ you mumble into your pillow, your eyes heavy with sleep.

„You’re pretty,“ Trent says and you can hear the smile in his voice. You quietly laugh and rub your eyes. Then you sit up in your bed and look at him. He sits on the floor, his back popped up against a wall.

„How long‘ve you been watching me?“ you want to know, smiling at him. He accompanied you home after the incident the night before and he refused to leave…

You offered him your couch, your bed even but he declined. So, he probably was awake the whole night, making sure you’re safe.

“I woke up about two hours ago,” he lies, placing his arms on his bent legs. “I made breakfast,” he then tells you, standing up with a low grunt. “Get ready, then we can eat.” He smiles before he leaves your room.

You quickly stand up and throw on some clothes before you rush to the bathroom to get ready. On the other side of your flat stood Trent in your kitchen, asking himself if he was going crazy.

He couldn’t think straight whenever he was with you and damn, it was showing. Telling you you look pretty while you just woke up? Watching you sleep in the first place? What the hell was he going through?

He wasn’t unfamiliar with being in love, that’s what brought him his two ex wives… So, he really wasn’t new to it but why was he acting so weird with you now? It shouldn’t be weird, no?

“You made all this?” your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he looks at you. Fuck, you were even more beautiful now… How was he supposed to look past that and just…be normal?

„I did, yeah,“ he smiles, hiding his fidgeting hands behind his back. You grin up at him, the crinkles around your eyes showing and he just feels like he’s falling in love with you all over again.

„You didn‘t have to,“ you laugh, crossing your arms in front of your body. „This is- You didn‘t need to-“ you want to finish your sentence but Trent interrupts you. He gently leads you towards your table and pulls back a chair for you.

„I wanted to,“ he simply says. „Besides I already got the call that I need to leave soon, so I just wanted to make you happy before I and the team vanish for god knows how long again.“ He sits down opposite to you and fills your and his glass with orange juice.

„Will Clay pick you up?“ you ask, taking a sip of your orange juice. Trent shakes his head saying something about Clay not being allowed to know he was here and that Sonny wouldn‘t let him hear the end of it if he found out that he spent the night at yours.

You only laugh at that and continue to eat your breakfast. „I can drive you?“ you then suggest but he kindly denies.

„I can drive on my own Missy, don‘t worry. Besides, don’t you have to work today?“ Trent chews on his bread roll, curiously eying you but you just shake your head. You wouldn‘t need to work the next three days.

Your lungs sting as you run into the ER. You look around, panic in your eyes, your body shaking.

“Ma’am? Can we help you?” a young nurse asks, clearly worried. “Is everything okay?” She gently places a hand on your arm and your head snaps towards her.

“Clay Spenser. Where is he?” you rasp out, eyes teary. “I’ve been told he’s here.” Your voice breaks and the first tears run down your cheeks.

The nurse nods along and carefully leads you down a hallway. “I’m afraid we can’t help you but my colleague can surely tell you which room he is.” She smiles at you and you want to smile back but you just…can’t.

After half an hour of asking around you’re finally led to your brother’s room, your throat dry. You didn‘t know anything about his condition. Everything they told you was that he was being treated in the hospital.

„One of his friends is also in there,“ you’re informed as you come to a hold in front of the room. „We can ask him to leave at any moment though since he does not count as family.“

You only smile at the nurse. „No need for that. I…know him.“ You didn‘t know who of Bravo was with your brother right now but nevertheless you knew him. And besides, this team was family. They maybe didn‘t share the same DNA but the same blood was adorning their hands.

When the nurse was sure you were fine on your own she left you at the door, a comforting hand on your shoulder before she walked away. You stare at the door, taking a deep breath and opening it with trembling hands.

You pushed it open, your breath hitching when you notice all the monitors scattered around the room and the endless beeping of said machines.

You can see someone move and walk towards you in the corner of your eye. You know who it is when he lays his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace.

Trent doesn’t say a word while you cry, only holding you close and keeping a hand comfortingly on your back. He felt a bit helpless right now, not really knowing what to do but all you needed was just him holding you…

„Thank you for staying with him,“ you whisper after a couple moments, sniffing and breaking the hug. You want to wipe away your tears, feeling embarrassed for losing control like that but he gently wraps his hands around your wrists, pulling them away from your face.

You’re confused for a moment but then he pulls out a tissue and carefully starts to wipe away your tears. You feel like you could start to cry all over again.

„Thank you,“ you sniff again but he just shakes his head.

„You don‘t need to thank me.“ Then he pulls you into his arms again, planting a kiss on your head. „You both are family.“ Trent breaks the hug and cups your face with gentle hands.

„I know you’re scared for him right now,“ Trent glances into the direction of the bed where Clay was laying. „But he’s stable. He‘s pulling through. He’s a strong one.“

Your hand reaches out to place it over his, pulling them from your face and holding them in yours. You say nothing, only holding his hands and working up the courage to finally look at your brother.

„How did it happen?“ you ask, your voice almost being stuck in your throat.

„That’s…classified. I‘m sorry,“ Trent says in a quiet voice. „But, he’s got a couple of broken ribs, his lungs have seen better days and the fingers of his right hand are broken.“

Fresh tears gather in your eyes as you listen to Trent, letting go of him with trembling hands and walking towards Clay. „I told him that his job would demand its tribute sooner or later. He didn‘t listen…“ You sniff, carefully sitting down at the edge of the bed. „He never listens to me…“

“I thought you’d kill me as soon as I wake up,” Clay breathlessly laughs while you take a look at his bandages. He was currently laying on your couch, letting himself be treated by you.

“I would’ve,” you mumble. “If it weren’t for Trent.” You reach for the bandage tape and rip off a piece to place it over his arm brace so the bandage would stay in place.

Clay looks at you, tilting his head. “You like him, don’t you?” he then carefully asks and you halt for a second.

“What if I do?” you return the question, avoiding his gaze and fumbling with the tape in your hands.

You can feel your brother looking at you anyway, his eyes burning into your head. “I’d probably try and beat him up.”

“You would fail.”

“I know.” His hand reaches for yours and you finally look up. “I know what I told you when you first met them and…I still mean it but I can’t control who you love.” Clay pauses for a second, his gaze softening. “If you love him then so it be… Besides, he also has a thing for you but I think you know that already.” Clay starts to chuckle at the end of his sentence, his thumb carefully stroking the back of your hand.

“Guard your heart Missy. Don’t give it to the next best asshole.”

“Are you saying your friend is an asshole?” Your eyes widen with surprise.

“That’s not what I said!” Clay immediately shakes his head. “He’s a good guy—I know that for sure—but there are dudes who aren’t as amazing as lovely Trent. I’m asking you to be careful about them.”

You slightly smile before you sigh and stand up. “I don’t think you have to worry about me Clay. I’ll be fine as long as you don’t decide to run into a grenade anytime soon again.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes in a joking manner. “Sonny said the path was clear.”

“You think he’s okay with this?” Trent carefully asks as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“I don’t care what he thinks,” you reply, leaning against him, looking down at your hands. “I’m a grown up. I can do what I want.”

Trent chuckles, glancing at you with a gentle smile. “Do I need to expect the big-brother-talk?” He then wants to know. He needed to know what he needed to prepare for when he saw Clay again.

“More of a big-brother-beating,” you snort with a laugh. “I told him he’d lose and he knows it too but he wants to try anyway.”

“I promise I won’t be too hard on him,” Trent laughs, pressing a kiss to your head. “He’s still not cleared to operate so I need to look after him anyway.”

You don’t reply to that, only enjoying the moment, finally in Trent’s arms, without having to worry about anything in the world. You knew that sooner or later you’d be confronted by his job and its bad sides but right now you didn’t care about that.

You were with him and that was wall what you needed right now.