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Sugar & Spice: Sonny Quinn x Reader

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Before you, Sonny would get fucked up after his deployments. He’d come home to an empty apartment, drink until he couldn’t see, pass out on the couch. Then he’d wake up the next day with a raging hangover and do the same thing all over again.

That’s how he handled his downtime.

Now though, now things are different.

The first place he hits is your bar. He leaves his bags heaped in the truck before he comes in, makes a scene and it’s always a scene, Sonny makes sure of it.

He knows that fellas come sniffing around you when he’s gone. You’ve never told him that but you don’t have to. He sees the way that some of your regulars look at you, you’re pretty, compassionate and if he’s honest, a little bit of a bitch. It’s the reason why he was attracted to you in the first place.

Sugar and spice is what he  calls you because you’re sweet as peaches and cream until you get a bee in your bonnet and Sonny, he knows all the right buttons to push in order to make you a little crazy.

When he enters the bar, he sweeps you off your feet literally. There is nothing like the sensation of having you in his arms again, of being able to touch you, hold you. When he kisses you, it’s with a passion that floods through his entire system. He doesn’t give a shit that the two of you are in public, he just wants his girl to know exactly how much he’s missed her.

He spends the rest of the night behind the bar, laughing with you, flirting with you,  making his presence known because Sonny, he’s a territorial son of bitch. He wants everybody to know he’s back in your life.

That night when he takes you back to his place he takes his time undressing you, his lips chase over every single inch of you as he relearns the contours of your body. He spends all night inside you, loving you. He fucks you every which way he can think of, holding off his own release while you come all over his cock.

It’s only when he’s wrung every last ounce of ecstasy out of you that he relents. He lets go of that control, each thread snapping until he comes so fucking hard it feels like he’s being ripped apart by an IED. The rapture explodes through him, ripping through his synapses and shredding up his sanity as he spills his release deep inside of you.

This shit right here is why the neighbours hate the two of you.

When he eventually climbs under the sheets he’s sated, relaxed. He watches as you slip into one of his old band t-shirts, smiling as you join him in bed. His arms wrap around you, gathering you up close as your tuck your head underneath his chin.

“I missed you while you were gone.” You tell him, your fingertips lightly chasing over the ink that’s etched into his chest.

“I bet you had plenty of other boys chasing you around.” He teases, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he tilts his head to look at you.

“Noone like you.” You whisper, your lips brushing over his. “There’s never been anyone like you.”

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[sinofwriting]

Space - Sonny Quinn

Words: 804 Prompt: Rumor

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“Ya know, I heard a rumor about you.” She startles at the familiar texan drawl, lifting her eyes from the bar top. “And what was that?” Sonny grins down at her, taking her looking at him as permission to sit with her. “Well, that would be telling, wouldn’t it?” She makes a humming noise, eyes already back on the bar top. He frowns at how despondent she was and he can’t help but lightly nudge her. Wondering what's going on in her pretty little head.

“You alright?” She nods. “I’m okay, Sonny.” He snorts, “and why do I not believe you?” “I’m not in the mood. Just a bad day, that’s all. Go drink with one of the guys. I think Valerie will show up sometime tonight.” The name Valerie makes something itch in the back of his brain, but he ignores it. “I’m fine right here.”

He expects quiet acceptance, a huff of exasperation, another urging for him to go away. He doesn’t expect the way her lips thin as they press together, the jerky way she stands and grabs her purse, managing to leave the bar before he can get up.

He quickly follows after her, concern festering inside of him. This wasn’t like her, none of this was like. The staring despondently at the bar, not telling him in the first place she was going to the bulkhead, the reminder of apparently a girl coming around for him. None of those things fit with the woman he’d known for nearly five years.

Sonny manages to catch up to her quickly, not realizing exactly what he’s doing or how it looks as he stands behind her as she fumbles with her car keys and he puts a hand on the driver’s door, preventing her from opening it even if her hands manage to stop shaking.

“What’s going on?” Her hand shakes a bit more and his jaw twitches. With his other hand, he wraps it around her arm, turning her to face him and his heart drops to his feet at the tears in her eyes. “What’s going on?” He repeats, voice more gentle. She shakes her head, “nothing. I’m fine.” “You’re crying.” “It’s nothing, Sonny. I just need to go home.” “C’mon, what’s going on?” “Sonny,” and the concern that had been sitting heavy in his gut turns to dread. Nothing good came out of anyone saying his name like that and he releases her arm, stumbling back from her.

“What did I do?” He doesn’t even recognize his own voice, only knows it belongs to him, because the words feel like broken glass in his throat and spilling onto his tongue.

He doesn’t notice the way her posture changes, the heartbreak that flashes across her face, as he tries to figure what he did, how he fucked up. It was a matter of time, he’d always known that, but nothing was coming to mind.

A soft hand gently resting on his arm for a second draws him out of his mind and then there’s two hands cupping his face and he wants to pull away. Those soft, gentle hands of hers shouldn’t be on him. Shouldn’t be anywhere near him, not when he’s fucked up.

“You listen to me, Sonny Quinn and you listen good. You haven’t done a damn thing.” Her voice is so firm, that he can’t think to protest, not when he’s looking into those pretty eyes of hers, nearly losing himself in them. “I just,” she pauses, taking a breath, eyes closing before they open and he can see her steeling herself. “I like you. And I’m not dealing with it all that well, right now. So I just need some space and time and then I’ll be back, right by your side.”

She starts to take a step back, hands moving down to rest on his shoulders, when she’s stopped, his hands landing on her hips and gripping them with a vice-like grip.

“And if I don’t want you to take some space?” She can feel her heart beating faster than she thinks it ever has. “I want a relationship, Sonny. I don’t want to just fall into bed. Could you give me that?” “Yes.” The instant and serious reply sends her reeling. “I wouldn’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but yes. I’ll take you on a date everyday for the rest of our goddamn lives if you want.” She can’t help but laugh at the utter seriousness in his voice. “How about once a week when you’re home we have a day or just a night where it’s just us. A lot more doable than a date everyday.” He smiles at her. “If that’s what the lady wants.” “It absolutely is.” And before he can say anything else, she’s pressing their lips together.

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[shoot-the-oneshot]

Call sign Guardian angle

Requested by Anon “we have to stop meeting like this.”

Brock Reynolds x reader

You just so happened to be walking past the command room when you over heard bravos team leader call for air extraction, “negative Bravo 1, to many tangos in the air the helicopter wont get cleared for take off you’ll have to exfil on foot.” Davis informed over coms. “We are surrounded we need air support now!” Jasons anger could be heard even over the choppy radio, you knew it wasn’t your place and not your call but you’ve covered Bravo team from the air multiple times, you even assisted them on your first solo air strike, 

so to say you had a soft spot for that team wouldn’t be far off. With a curse you stepped through the open door your flight suit standing out against the room of blue camo, “If I can provide cover for their helicopters would that get them cleared?” You asked making the room freeze around you, Bravos commander reached over Davis and spoke into the radio, “Stand by Bravo 1.” Then turned his attention to you, his eyes raking over your suit no doubt looking for a team patch or anything that would give up who you were only finding your top gun patch and call sign. “provide cover how? You are aware they are deep in enemy territory correct?” To which you shrugged your shoulders you were used to being in hostile environments, well over them anyways. Taking a step closer holding your hand out to introduce yourself, but someone beat you to it. “Lieutenant Y/n Y/l/n call sign Guardian, shes a fighter pilot,saved our asses a few times too”, Davis chimed in sending you a wink she knew exactly who you were and how a certain member of Bravo felt hearing your voice in the field, this was however her first time meeting you in person, “My jet is still on the runway it would take one call to go back up” you pushed, “a fighter jet is harder to get cleared than a fleet of Helios while we appreciate your help it would take to long,” Blackburn said, Turing back to his team to find another way to get his men out. “Good thing I’m better at asking for forgiveness than permission!” You yelled out, already making your way back to your jet. By the position of it you could tell Davis called and told the crew the plan. Pulling your steps down and climbing up pulling your helmet back on and getting situated again. “Havoc to Guardian do you read?” You heard over the coms her voice much different to the tower you were used to. “Guardian to havoc read you loud and clear,” you watched and waited until the ground crew waved you on. “Guardian Cleared for take off, Helio 13 cleared for take off,” the tower called feeling the rumble of your engine through your body would never get old always pulling a smile to your face, nothing would ever beat the feeling of being in the air just you and your jet, steering the joystick to line up with the runway, throwing a salute to the crew as always. Pushing the throttle you launched off the deck into the air banking hard left wing pointed down to the sea below and the other the sky as you made a flyby the communication room, Blackburn and Davis watching through the window, “fighter pilots always making risky moves.” Seeing you no furthers than twenty inches from the ship, “it seemed risky is just what we needed,” Davis stated before calling to update the team, “All bravo callsigns we have Air exfil inbound.”

“How’d that get cleared I thought we were on our own?” Clay asked Jason the team hunkered down behind cover taking shots through the windows of the house they were hiding In. The enemy hadn’t let up and he doubted they just changed their minds. “I don’t know.’ Havoc repeat your last?” The boys sat waiting throwing he occasional frag when the shooters outside got to close. “Air exfil and support in bound, Oh and Bravo five your going to love this.” Davis could be keep the smile out of her voice, the team turned to Brock, who had no idea what she meant, if this was just air support you would already be screaming across the sky to the team in distress but you were just playing defense today so you followed close behind the chopper your radar scanning the sky for any tangos. “Guardian to havoc can you patch me through to bravo?” You spoke through your headset, “affirmative patching you through.” “Good morning Bravo team your saving grace is two mikes out.”

“Angel?” “Bravo 5, We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”Hearing your voice Brock lets out a chuckle, he was the one to give you your call sign on your first op he called you the teams guardian angle and guardian stuck ever since, unless Bravo was around. the team knowing you were close started cracking on Brock, “uh oh angles are singing boys,” Clay who was new had no idea who you were. “Who are we talking about?” Before they could respond your voice cut through again “Havoc am I allowed to shoot at these guys or strictly intimidation?” Brock couldn’t help but smile a bit you hadn’t changed while he had never met you outside of coms he knew his little crush had grown just a bit. “Negative on the shooting Guardian.”

‘Alright alright’ you spoke to yourself coming up on the village Bravo was hiding in. flying as low as you could you dove down the side of the three story building and flew over the trucks the shooters were hiding behind. The shock and jet wash was enough to make them tuck tail and run giving bravo team enough time to reach the helicopter that landed behind the building. “That’s who we’re talking about” Sonny shouted to Clay to be heard over the helicopter rotors and your engine. “Guardian say hello to blondie Aka Clay Spencer.” Clay looked out the helicopter looking for the jet coming off empty until you rolled to the side from underneath completing a full roll around them. “Nice to meet you Clay,” waving to the team from your cockpit, moving to fly ahead of the helio, the team was confused normally you disappeared as quick as you showed up but you were staying right with them, “Hey pilot, why is she staying with us?” Sonny asked, Brock paying more attention than he was before, wondering the same thing. “She’s stationed on the ship,” hearing this Sonny snapped his head over to Brock, “well lookie here you might get the chance to meet your girl,” he didn’t even know your name and now he was supposed to just walk up to you, and say what? “Havoc to guardian, we have a blimp on your radar do you read,” taking a look at the radar you spot the blimp “Copy havoc going to investigate.” Brocks heart skipped a beat hearing this of course exfil was to easy, he just wished he was in a position to help if you needed it.

Pulling your nose up letting the wind push you up and over the helicopter (the gif above) rolling back over, the blimp getting closer they were flying the same altitude as the helio so you went up to 25,000 feet since you were so close to the Blackhawk you doubt they even knew you were there and that’s exactly how you want to keep it. “Havoc I have eyes it’s Pakistan military want me to engage?” Going inverted being hidden by the clouds above them. “We will try and make contact do not engage until we give the clear.”

You knew they would only let you play if they shot first or followed to close to the ship you just had to stalk and wait, “Blackhawk increase speed see if you can shake them.” As you expected they sped up keeping pace with your helicopter, you were about to hit open water the time to strike ticking down. “Havoc to Guardian Pakistani military refuse to fall back until we tell him why we are here, if they get within three miles of the ship you’re clear to engage.” Moving into position behind the foreign helicopter watching the distance until you can make your move. “Copy havoc waiting to engage.” Unfortunately you couldn’t just shoot a missile out and call it a day, they weren’t expecting a fighter jet nor do they have the weapons to fight one so unless they have a suicide mission the bogey will back off just have to wait and one more second. The alarm in your jet goes off signaling the set danger zone. Being pressed back into your seat you dropped below the helicopter shooting back up right in front of their nose forcing them to swing wide to avoid contact. Back on the Blackhawk Bravo team was watching your dogfight like a movie “Woah Brock I might have to steal her for myself you think she likes Texas barbecue? Ouch Ray!” Sonny rubbed his arm where Ray whacked him even Cerberus was watching the in air action. Taking more dives at their aircraft forcing them to turn back towards land. Getting closer when they tried to turn back towards the water. ‘Alright play time is over’ you said to yourself, lining up the missile lock knowing an alarm would go off letting them know they were about to be in checkmate, after a good second they backed off and headed back to land. Doing a few more passes to make sure they weren’t circling back you spun back taking your spot next to the hovering Blackhawk. Laughing as you saw bravo celebrating inside, giving your own fist bump into the air. “Air is clear havoc requesting to land” making the lap around the aircraft carrier lining up with the strip to land your body jerking as you caught the band slowing your jet to a hard stop. Going through your post flight checks with the crew you just barely saw bravo team being ushered off the deck to debrief. Only locking eyes with the tallest one for a second before he disappears. It was after your own debrief and light scolding that you were walking back to your room, being stopped by a dog running through the hallway and stopping at your feet looking up at you with big brown puppy dog eyes. “Why hello cutie” dropping to your knees running your fingers through his fur laughing as he licked your chin, “Cerberus!” Someone yelled and wouldn’t you know its the same guy you saw on deck, he visibly released a breath seeing the dog with you. “Thank god I though he’d be half way to the kitchen by now.” He spoke making his way over grabbing the dogs collar but not pulling him away from you letting you continue to pet him. “Well if he did make it there I’m sure he’d have no problems getting whatever he wanted, wouldn’t you cutie pie.” The last part you spoke in your puppy dog voice. Behind Brock Bravo team was peaking around the corner watching the interaction, “Does he seriously not know its her? Ray come on even the dog knew let me call dibs on her.” Sonny begged, making Ray hit him again. “Relax Sonny he’ll figure it out.” Ray at least hoped he would.

Cerberus had moved from the floor to crawling in your lap forcing you to fall back against the wall not that you minded at all, making small talk with his handler Davis walked passed bravo huddled around the corner, “why in the world are y’all crowding the hallway?” “We are watching Brock and Guardian.” At Clays explanation Sonny huffed, “more like watching him tank it with her.” Davis shook her head. What would these boys do without her. Strolling past the operators, “Hey Guardian, nice flying thanks again for helping us get these guys out of trouble.” She said giving Brock a firm pat on the back, knowing it finally clicked when his eyes widened. “No problem anytime,” giving you a nod of her head goodbye she walked past turning around frantically pointing at you behind your back. “It’s her!” She mouthed, “I didn’t know you were bravo.” You said noticing the matching patches on his shirt and the dogs vest quickly assuming that’s their unit patch. “And you didn’t tell me you were my angel.” You could feel the blush crawling up your cheeks. “You know my official call sign is Guardian right, you’re the only one that calls me angel.”

Even though he knew he didn’t have a right to he felt a sense of possessiveness flood him, good he should be the only one who gets to call you that. You peeked around Brock to see Bravo duck back behind the wall, with a laugh you stood giving Cerberus a final pet behind the ears. “Looks like your team is waiting for you, Don’t be a stranger Bravo 5.” You winked, waving to the team that was trying to act nonchalant as you passed. The second you were out of sight they swarmed Brock who was telling Cerberus what a good boy he was leading him to you. “So what happened?” Looking at his team leader with a lovestruck look, “I’m never leaving this boat.”

Bravo team was off for a few days waiting for the target package to get cleared while word didn’t slow down for you, you did find yourself spending your free time with Bravo, and Brock. It was weird getting to know the teams you saved you knew next time you’d be even more worried knowing your friends were the ones down there putting personalities to a unit was dangerous, but you don’t regret it.

“Not that we don’t love having you slum with us why haven’t you invited any of your hot fighter pilots to join us?” Sonny asked, you were all playing rounds of call of duty in their little living room area they had it was the last day they had on the carrier you can admit you were going to miss them maybe one more than the others, Brock glared at him from beside you even cerb picked his head up of your lap to give the man a look. “Well Sonny we don’t really hang out like you guys do.” Now that got Jasons attention the team was everything to them he couldn’t imagine doing it alone, “Why not?”

“It’s more of a constant competition between pilots we don’t lets lose around each other,” you shrugged missing the look they all had, the next day you had another mission, just a simple strike and come back, you were on the deck doing preflight check with the crew. Just as you were about to climb in you heard your name being shouted, confused you turned around you saw Bravo team with their bags packed early, you had all said goodbye last night since you were supposed to be gone when they left, “What are you guys still doing here?” You reached down to pet Cerb who pulled against the leash Brock held to rub against your legs, “We had something we wanted to give you.” Jason said reaching out and patting your arm sticking something there, yo looked down at what once was an empty Velcro square was now covered with a Bravo patch, “We wanted you to know that we think of you as one of our own, that you always have a place with us at home or outside the wire.”

Taking a breath you swallowed the lump in your throat only being able to nod in thanks or your emotions would get the best of you, walking to the helicopter waiting for them each member took a turn saying goodbye again and patting the patch on your arm signifying they agreed with Jasons words, “Be safe up there girly, give em hell, death via Bravo from the sky!” Sonny shouted pointing to the sky making you and Brock who was the last one laugh at his antics, “so.” You dragged out, “so” Brock had a whole speech he wanted to say but the second he looked into your eyes he forgot every last word. Settling for a hug he wrapped you in his arms squeezing you tight, “I’m gonna miss you angel.” Sighing falling deeper into his chest, “I’ll miss you too, Bravo 5,” giving him one more smile you pulled away knowing the tower wouldn’t be happy if you were late taking off. You watched Brock walk away until he turned back and shouted “My number is sewn on the back of that patch so you don’t lose it!” Laughing and slightly giddy like a school girl who’s crush just asked you out you climbed in your jet. Fastening your belt you caught a glimpse of the patch, you didn’t thing anything could feel better then being in your jet but this time it felt that much sweeter. “Tower to Guardian you’re clear for take off.” With the go ahead you launched your jet off the deck and into the air ending up beside the Blackhawk oh how things have changed since your escort. The guys beating their fist in the air and a few against the patch that matched your new one. Giving your own a tap you dipped your wing twice as a final wave and shot off to your mission disappearing from sight. Normally you lived for work but with your newfound family maybe you’ll have something else to live for.

One year later

“And then the jet came flying over you could hear it coming a mile away” Sonny told the kids making fake jet noises to add to his storytelling a hand mimicking the maneuvers. It was a get together at Rays house everyone from Bravo was there including you, tucked under Brocks arm and cerb stuck to you on the other side feeling like the most protected person in the world stuck between two tier one seals that wouldn’t let anything happen to you, hell a whole team that wouldn’t and you felt that same about you them. “He’s told that story to everyone on base.” Brock whispered in your ear. “Well is a cool story sounds like an amazing pilot to pull that off.” You teased, making him let out a low chuckle nodding along. “Oh it was the best story, and that pilot is a special one. And Sonny is missing the best part excuse me.” Giving you a quick kiss he rushed to the other side of the fire joining in on the story pushing Sonny out of the way, “that story is cool but a even cooler one is how she got the name angle” as Brock launched into the story of your unofficial call sign you couldn’t help but look around and think how much things changed and how glad you were that you happened to walk passed havoc that faithful day.

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[seal-team-bravo]

I apologize for being so inactive.

I've been in a huge creative slump and my university course has consumed my life.

I promise I will be back writing soon.

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[rebelwrites]

Sonny Quinn Series

I Call Dibs

Part One || Part Two

Sonny didn’t know Jason had a baby sister, but the moment he found out he was infatuated

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[disasterfandoms]

Fluff Alphabet || Sonny Quinn Edition

Requested: Yes but i forgot to link the ask and it’s been a while

A/N: Ahhh Sonny, the Texan softie!

TW: alcohol mention

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): Sonny isn’t the most affectionate guy in the world. He prefers to joke around with you rather than be sweet and handsy, but believe me, he’ll always be a gentleman.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?): Pranks, drinking beers and partying at the bar, endless nicknames. He would be the best friend, though, as long as you were loyal and respectful with him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?): Sonny likes to cuddle when he hasn’t seen you in a long time, or at night when you’re winding down. His favorite position is when you lay between his legs, your back against his chest. It gives him a way to wrap his arms around you, and you a way to hear his heartbeat.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?): Sonny, deep down, would love to settle down. He;s scared of commitment, though, and messing everything up with you. He can grill, and cook, but he doesn’t clean. The best he does is tidy up if he thought you were coming over.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?): Sonny would break up with you, either face to face, or if he was too scared to, over text. He would kick himself when he did it, though.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?): He wants someone to settle down with, but he’s scared that once he decides to marry you, he would mess up and lose you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?): Sonny is not the most gentle emotionally, but he is extreemly gentle with you physically. He will do anything to make sure not to hurt you, but you have to have some tough skin.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?): Sonny gives hugs that feels like teddy bears and rainbows. He’ll hug you anytime you want, and will take any crap the guys try to give him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?): He’s skittish to tell you how he really feels. The Texan has had his heartbroken before, and it makes him not trust anyone to do the same. You would have to say it first because of this.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?): Sonny is an extremely jealous person. If anyone even looks your way, he’s immediately willing to confront them, and will fight them physically and verbally if necessary.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): Sleeping in, him making breakfast in his tightie-whities, watching cartoons from your childhood as you sip your coffee. You often just have a calm morning, snuggled on the couch as he nursed his hangover.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?): Nights are often late, drinking beer and shootin’ the shit with him. He would challenge you to games, endlessly flirting until it was time to go to bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?): Sonny is not an open book, not for anything important. It would take a lot of patience to get him to open up, as if the information is a precious pearl.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?): Sonny has anger issues. He is not a patient man, but he would try to keep it together, especially if his outburts would frighten you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?): Sonny remembers more than he lets on. He would remember your coffee order, and how you like your eggs in the morning, and the little things. He likes making you smile, so he remembers what he can.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?): The first night you slept over. He loved how peaceful you looked, how you fit in his bed so perfectly. He loved how he could hold you, and you just stayed there all night. It also helped him, for the first time in a long time, be less lonely.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?): Sonny Quinn is one of the most protective people you’ve ever met. He would hold onto you, constantly watching for dangers in a crowd. He would feel protected by you respecting his boundaries, and sticking up for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?): He doesn’t put a lot of effort into these things, unless he feels like he wants to be particularly romantic. He would plan weekend getaways, when he could take leave and you both could be off.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?): Keeping secrets, quick tempered, rough around the edges, messy.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?): He maintaines his figure, but he doesn’t spend a lot of time on grooming.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?): Yes. Sonny is one of those people who needs someone, or else they feel incomplete.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.): Sonny gets hurt easily. It’s why it’s hard to gain his trust, and why if you break that trust, he is permanently guarded around you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?): He hates lying, and he hates being disrespected, for any reason.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?): Sonny snores like a freight train. He sleeps like the dead, as well, nothing can wake him up if he’s home and you’re in his arms.

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[bravo4iscool]

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 :)

word count: 5k

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.

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stare decisis: chapter one - novus

novus: latin for new

wc: 1,043

rafael barba x original female character

Quinn Brady glances at the name she had scribbled on a bright pink sticky note, Rafael Barba, she confirms that it matches the name on the door before walking up to the desk of his assistant. She's a beautiful woman, Quinn can tell she's tall before she even stands up. 

"Hey, good morning. My name is Quinn Brady. Mr. McCoy sent me," the woman nods knowingly. 

"I'll let Mr. Barba know you're here," she disappears through the double doors of the office briefly before coming back out. "You can go on in," she smiled. Quinn thanks the woman and then enters the office. 

"Mr. Barba, I'm Quinn Brady, the DA just pulled me over from Queens," she holds her hand out for a shake, his large warm hand covers her pale cold one with a firm grasp. He's intimidating, she notices, arrogant too. 

She's attractive, he can't deny that. Slender, only a few inches shorter than him, with freckles covering her cheeks and nose, and ginger hair that compliments those freckles so nicely. Shamefully he admits to himself that having a woman sitting with him at counsel table during trial will also help with the jury, probably the DA's exact thought. 

"The DA told me you were coming over, what department were you in?"

"Gangs," she smirks as she places a hand on her hip. Her petite stature always allowed her to be underestimated, especially when it came to prosecuting gang-related crimes. 

"Well you've certainly made some enemies then," he smirks, he has too.

"Definitely, I'm sure you've done the same. You have quite the reputation," his phone vibrates in his hand and he tears his eyes from hers to glance at it. 

"Well, welcome to SVU. The squad just caught a case, so we can go over the precinct and I can introduce you to them," he grabs his coat from the coat hanger by the door. He passes right in front of Quinn, and the warm embrace of his evergreen cologne wafts through her senses.  "I need to warn you about them, they're passionate, and don't understand what we go through as ADAs."

"Oh, have you ever met a cop who does?" She quips, and a light flashes through his eyes. Maybe he's met his match. They share a cab, on the DA's office's dime. It's close quarters for newly acquainted coworkers but they make it work. She’s first to break the silence.

"So where did you go to law school," Quinn looks over, his nonverbal markers tell her everything she needs to know. He's an Ivy League guy. 

"Harvard, you?"

"Georgetown."

"Did you stay in D.C. after graduation?” He knows most people do, so in his mind it’s a stupid question. 

“For a few years, I bounced around for a while until I ended up in New York,” she watches closely as the yellow cab pulls up to the 16th precinct, the large building home of New York City’s elite squad of detectives. 

“Well, let’s go see what they have for us,” they make their way up the exterior stairs and then up the elevator to the squad room. 

A short blonde woman is waiting at the elevator doors when they open, she doesn’t give Quinn a second glance, her eyes are only set on Barba. 

“We need a warrant.”

“For what? For who? Why? I don’t care what you think you need, I care about what you have,” Rafael grunts and storms past the detective; Quinn follows on his heels. She’s unintentionally led right into the middle of the squad, four other people are gathered around a few desks, talking about the evidence they think they could obtain. 

“Barba, great, we need a warrant,” an older brunette woman.

“Yeah, that’s what Rollins said, but why do you think you need a warrant?”

“Josh Casey consulted some telephone attorney based on his cell records. But if it was only a consultation then he’s not a client and attorney-client privilege doesn’t apply. So we need the attorney’s records from their consultation,” a lanky, blond but graying, man says animatedly. Quinn takes in the room, they still haven’t noticed her. Just as Barba opens his mouth to respond Quinn butts in instead.

“Those records are more than likely protected by work product, so you’re not going to get those.”

“Who are you?” a Hispanic man with dark hair asks. 

“Quinn Brady, your new ADA,” she studies the looks of shock between her and Barba. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to say that she was joining the team. 

“What the hell, you’re leaving?” the brunette woman asks Barba.

“No, he’s not leaving, there’s two of us now. DA’s orders,” Quinn answers for him. 

“Brady, this is Sergeant Olivia Benson, Detectives Amanda Rollins, Fin Tutola, Nick Amarao, and Dominic Carisi,” Barba points to everyone as he says their name. 

“You can call me Sonny,” Carisi blurts as soon as Barba says his name. Quinn looks at the man’s outstretched hand but ignores it.

“Yeah, right. And even if it is not all protected by work product, whatever attorney Casey winds up with next would probably instruct him to say he thought the phone attorney was his actual attorney. So then it’s protected by attorney-client privilege.”

“AKA, we’re not getting you a warrant. But thanks for the time for introductions. Call us when you actually have something,” Barba smirks while Quinn pulls out a pen and a bright pink sticky notepad from her coat pocket. She jots down her cell and office numbers on it and hands it to Liv. 

“My cell is the best way for you to contact me, but I’m also right across from his office,” she motions to Barba as she hands it over. Liv holds up the sticky note and thanks her for it. Barba and Quinn leave the precinct together leaving the squad stunned hi her wake.

“Not only did he just meet his match, but I think we’ve met ours,” Liv says as they walk away. 

“Yeah well I think I’m going to marry her,” Sonny smiles.

“And when she finds out you’re in law school and were still pushing for that warrant?” Rollins asks.

“Yeah well I guess that’s not a good look is it?”

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #original character #law and order svu #svu #sonny carisi #amanda rollins #olivia benson #quinn brady #nick amaro #fin tutuola

[nevilles-insinuations]

Tipsy - Clay Spenser

Summary: Clay is always iconic, but especially when drunk

TW: Mentions of drinking and being drunk (its the whole fic)

A/N: Hi people! Had this in the drafts for literal months (just watched the first season 6 ep, and changed a couple words to fit but there's no spoilers dw)

Word Count: 782 (kinda short but will write more on the topic if anyone wants!)

You heard them before you saw them, although what a sight it was to behold. You were surprised they had actually made it back while you were till awake. Still arguing over the remnants of a story that you would probably never hear the end of- "He lost his keys" were the first words spoken in your direction. Specifically from Sonny Quinn who offered an apology for their lateness and slightly dishhevelled appearance. Clay was holding onto him for dear life and they were somehow still bickering so you just stood there, waiting for it to end.

"Just saying the keys wouldn’t have rolled under the car if you hadn't dropped them!"

"Sure Peaches, I'm gonna assume that lapse in judgement is due to your inebriated state"

Sonny’s half exasperated, half amused expression wasn’t even your favourite part. You had to cover you laugh again as your eyes fell to you boyfriend. He looked angry that the older man had managed to catch him. Clay was trying to wriggle out of his grasp, clearly having too much faith in his drunken body. He had somehow beaten The Sonny Quinn to the punch and probably drank all the alcohol in the bar, because you could barely believe what was infront of you. Apparently, the story was Clay had won a bet which meant that unfortunatelty Sonny was now the designated driver.

“It is not my fault that you can’t handle your liquor"

"You are so unbelieavbly wrong right now"

"(Y/N), you get it-"

"I'm not getting involved boys"

They could hear your tone left no room for concessions, so the pair of them quickly dropped try to convince you. A little unsteady, Clay eventually made it inside the appartment, 3 hours later than he said he would. Although you were sure this was a record that would soon be broken again. Sonny ushered him through the doorframe, absolving himself of anymore blame about potential injuries or bruised egos. Now you were left to clean up the mess. Landing on the couch with a thump, Clay somehow still had energy for fighting. His damn drunk confidence had made him more empassioned than usual.

“Son- Sonny nearly… dropped me anyways”

Crossing his arms and with just a touch of sarcasm - He looked content that he had managed to yawn out the words and get one last jab in.

“Sweet dreams little delusional buddy- Blondie’s all yours”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way”

Turning back to your boyfriend, he had slumped his way off of the couch, settling on the floor. Blue eyes were attempting to innocently look up at you like butter wouldn't melt, but the alcohol meant he was half spaced out and focusing on the wall behind you.

“You’re a SEAL. How are you this clumsy?”

"M'not"

"Really?"

To prove his point, Clay took the hat off his head, reaching up to plant it on your head instead. Attempting to stand up, it was almost like an invisible force immediately knocked him back. You had asumed correctly, he was not making it to the bed.

Now came the fun part.

"Come on"

You grabbed his arm, trying desperately to lift him back up. Eventually, your method had some success and most of him was back onto the couch. You moved to grab a blanket, knowing he was going to be stuck on there until morning- afternoon if you were being realistic.

“You want some water?"

He shrugged at you, but you knew he would be thankful for it later. But he kept watching you with a bright smile on his face. You were safety for him - a bet free zone- that would, of course, still tease about this night for years to come. But his home nontheless. He could barely see straight but he could still see you.

"Just go to sleep"

He nods in response and you could see his eyelids getting heavier with the absence of loud music and fellow yelling drunk people. Running your fingers through his hair, your hand rested again his head for a moment. His several attempts to kiss your arm were almost on target, but at least got you to laugh again before you left him to his own drunken devices.

"Good luck - love you"

There was a slight pause as his brain caught up with his mouth to understand your words.

"G'Night babe"

His hands grabbed one of the couch cushions, cuddling it tight like a teddy bear as he finally settled into his bed for the night. This was definitely the last time you would see him happy for a couple days, you could practically smell tomorrow's hangover on his clothes.

#clay spenser #seal team #clay spenser x reader #sonny quinn #tw drinking

[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul

Emma

Ted

Bill

Alice

Ruth

Pete

Richie

Max

Grace

Black Friday

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

#froggywritesstuff #tgwdlm x reader #John doe x reader #Heartstopper x reader #do revenge x reader #Deadpool x reader #Wednesday x reader #tomorrow when the war began x reader #treasure Planet X reader #Enola Holmes x reader #love Victor x reader #in treatment x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #once upon a time x reader #dash and Lily x reader #summer days summer nights x reader #venom x reader #honest theif x reader #Ghostbusters Afterlife x reader #Micah Yujin x reader #the obsession x reader #Simon Aumar x reader #rottmnt x reader #ben schwartz x reader #teddy lobo x reader #mean girls #Warm bodies #adventure time #mythic quest #your boyfriend

[bullet-prooflove]

The choice is so plentiful, it's always hard to pick, but I think I found a good prompt for Sonny Quinn from your Thursday 'Bring the Noise' Prompt List: 24. "She's mean and she's mine" 🤭 Also the song I think fits him is "Angel loves the devil out of me" by Jace Everett. I'm curious if you agree!

Also: Thanks for sharing your writing! 🩷 I really appreciate it!

I love that song for him! I've added it to my Sonny playlist!

The first argument you and Sonny have is about the shotgun you keep loaded under the bar. He finds it when he’s trying to fix one of the taps because it’s gone a little hinky.

It’s a Winchester, one of the older models. The serial number scratched off.

There is no way this thing is legal and that presents a problem for Sonny, a big one. If it comes out that he’s around an illegal weapon then he faces a court martial and the possibility of being kicked off Bravo. You, though, you face jail time.

“You have to get rid of it.” He tells you when you come back up from the basement after taking inventory.

“No fucking way.” You tell him, gesturing towards the gun. “Sometimes that’s the only thing between me and a bad Thursday night.”

It takes him a minute to realise what that means. He forgets that when he’s away there’s nights that you’re here alone. You have a couple of veterans that you hire for the busier periods but sometimes it’s just you and you’re a dainty fucking thing.

“We need to get rid of this…” He begins again but you cut him off.

“And I said no.” You snap at him. “You don’t get to come in here and tell me…”

He sighs because he knows what you’re like when you’re in this mood. Your tired because it’s been a rough couple of days, pissed off because he’s deploying in twelve hours and it’s fucked up a trip the two of you have had planned. He decides to ask for forgiveness instead of permission. He picks up the shotgun and walks out to the sound of you cursing up a storm behind him.

You don’t speak to him after that and he doesn’t blame you. It usually takes you a good few days to calm down when he fucks up. He tends to give you a little space but he doesn’t have the luxury of that kind of time because he’s shipping out so he breaks the stalemate between you with a text from the plane.

“Don’t be mad baby.” It reads. “I’ve left you something under the bar.”

He’s almost three thousand miles away by the time you pick up that text. He sees the three little dots before the picture comes in. It’s a brand new Winchester with a red gift bow resting on the barrel. The paperwork is tucked in an envelope underneath it. You’re fully legal now, if you have to protect yourself you won’t face any recriminations for having an illegal fire arm on the premises. On top of that he’s also recommended the place to a few buddies of his, they’ve promised to make it their new watering hole while he’s away.

“I’d never leave my girl without a way of protecting herself.” He responds from his hammock. They’re all bedding down for the night so that they’ll be fresh and operational by the time the plane lands.

You send him another picture, this time something a little more risqué and he clears his throat so stifle the moan that threatens to leave his throat.

“You enjoy torturing me don’t you sweet thang? Knowing I’m on a plane full of other guys, that I can’t touch myself when you’re sending me shit like this.”

You send another picture and his jaw clenches as his hard cock rubs across the zipper of his cargo pants.

This, he thinks as he studies the image of you in nothing but a pair of black panties with the Winchester in your hands. This is the sweetest revenge.

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[sinofwriting]

Happy (early) birthday!!! 🥳🥳🥳

- Have you heard of the band The Magnetic Fields?

- Fic title: The Cactus Where Your Heart Should Be (also an MF song)

Thank you! And oh my god, I haven't seen/heard that name in years. I'm also a little in love with that song name, fic idea below the cut.

Surprisingly I'm not thinking enemies to lovers or even grumpy sunshine pairing, I saw that title and my brain went angst.

Words: 378

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“How many?” The tense air grows colder at her voice, as if the tremble that lied in made the temperature drop. “How many? How many times did you tell me you were getting a beer with the guys? How many times did you lie? How many times did you fuck another woman before coming back to me? How many times, Sonny?”

The Texan struggles to swallow around the lump in his throat, tears coming to his eyes at how pained and shaky her voice was. He had never wanted to hurt her, told himself he wouldn’t. But here he was, in the same fucking situation he always was when it came to people he cared about.

“Five.” A sob escapes her before she can muffle it, hand coming up to cover her mouth. “Five.” She pauses, “five times?” “I regret it. I regretted it after the first time.” “But you did it again and not just once.” She shakes her head and Sonny has to look away.

Has to look away before he crosses the room and gathers her in his arms, wipes away her tears that he fucking caused and just holds her until she’s o longer crying.

“I don’t know why I did it.” She scoffs and his head swings up to look at her and an anger is in her eyes, enough anger he nearly steps back. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that. Because I think we both know why.” He has to look away again, because god damn she was right. He was his own worst enemy and a master of self sabotage.

Things between them had gotten too good, too comfortable and he didn’t know how to deal with it. So, he went out fucked some girl that was a keen as soon as she realized he was a Seal and then he did it again and again, even though he threw up after each time, so sick with what he had done that it came out physically.

“You know, Sonny. I knew you were an asshole. It’s somewhat part of your charm not knowing when to keep your mouth shut. I didn’t know your heart was so prickly that you’d rather destroy someone than have a simple fucking conversation.”

#sonny quinn imagine #sonny quinn x reader #seal team imagine #seal team x reader #sins birthday bash

[shoot-the-oneshot]

SEAL TEAM MASTERLIST

Request are open!!

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Callsign Guardian Angel

Clay Spencer coming soon

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#sealteam x reader #sealteam imagine #seal team x reader #clay spencer imagine #clay spenser x reader #brock reynolds imagine #brock reynolds x reader #sonny quinn x reader #sonny quinn imagine #ray perry x reader #jason hayes x reader #Jason Hayes imagine #omar hamza imagine #Omar hamza x reader

[storiesofsvu]

Under Over Ch 12

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings: language, very minor hurt very heavy comfort, smut, mentions of sex work. Shit goes down at a party "off screen" per say.

When Joe awoke the next morning he could already feel the sheer amount of stress firing through his body and he knew that no matter how hard he tried to get back to sleep it simply wasn’t going to happen. So he got up and tugged on his running gear, hoping that it would be able to clear his head, and that just maybe, he’d run into you in the park. He grabbed his phone and keys, popping in ear phones and locking his apartment door behind him before heading to the corner, not bothering to try and weave his way through the other people until he was in the park.

He managed to successfully distract himself, focussing on his breathing and the music. He was surprised it wasn’t a harder run considering the late hour of the night prior. He was making a mental plan of where to pick up coffee and thinking about breakfast options when something darted in front of him. He honestly wasn’t sure if it was a frisbee, a kid, or an animal, so he did everything he could to dodge out of the way. Half tripping, half skipping he managed to keep his balance, teetering in a circle before he realized it was a dog.

“Sorry!” A voice called out, “she’s usually great off leash unless she knows someone.” The voice got closer and he glanced in the direction and noticed Amanda, “Velasco...oh, hey. Guess that makes sense then.” She laughed.

“Yeah.” He reached down to give Frannie a little hello, scratching at her ears as she licked at his face and he chuckled. “You guys really do like this park, hey?”

“The dog run’s a nice add.” She gestured in the direction of it, “and less people frown upon her being off leash because of it so I prefer to run here. How’re you doing?” Her voice lowered, “how’s the case?” He quickly glanced around, making sure there weren’t any familiar faces in the vicinity as they fell in step together.

“Uh…could go either way right now honestly.”

“How so?” She asked and he laughed,

“it’s almost too early for that Rollins.”

“Alright.” She gently smacked at his arm, “coffee shop on the left? I’ll buy ya one?”

“Alright.”

They made their way over quickly, the café not being that far at all and settled at a table on the patio in the corner away from everyone else.

“Something happen?” Amanda asked over the rim of her coffee and Joe hesitated, he knew she was close with Liv, and about her and Sonny but he also knew she’d been around the block before.

“I nearly blew the entire op last night.” His words came out in one breath, rushed together and she tilted her head, nearly letting out a laugh.

“You spill the beans to the chick you’re into?” She teased with a raised brow and he let out a huff, leaning back in his chair, trying to figure out exactly what he could say without getting into too much trouble.

“No.” He paused for a sip, “and I’m not into her,” he deflected, causing Amanda to smirk, “she’s just been my main intel for the ring. She was over yesterday, that storm we had cooled things off quick and she asked for a hoodie. I forgot the stack was in front of all my work shit.”

“She find it?”

“Thankfully she didn’t open the notebook.” He ran a hand over his face, “I know she’ll flip for us, but right now it would’ve been a complete disaster. She got super defensive, kind of up in my face about it, thought I was some kind of snitch since Quinn was.”

“Wasn’t Quinn the CI we had?”

“Yeah.”

“So she’s not wrong.”

“I guess technically not. But it seems like she has some kind of plan, she knows Kayra’s about to go overboard and lose it, whether he’ll walk out or end up fucking up and getting arrested I haven’t figured out. She wants me to wait until that happens until I do whatever I’m planning, I guess.” He sighed, “then she’ll be in charge, he’ll be out of the way. I don’t really know what’s coming….”

“How long have they worked together?”

“A couple of years at least. I’ll try and find out more next time I see her.”

“Are you sure she’s not completely loyal to him? I mean, I’ve seen cases where it doesn’t make sense at all but the girls just don’t understand it.”

“If anyone, she’s the one reminding the other girls of that. She doesn’t want him around, she’s ready to throw him under the bus.”

“Then it seems like it’s time for you to listen to her, let Kayra take the fall and she’ll flip on him and we’ll win the case.”

Joe was suddenly distracted as the door to the café opened when someone exited it, a small laugh echoing through the air and he froze. He knew that laugh and there was just about no way this would end well. Especially when Frannie let out a loud bark at the duck making its way down the park path and you glanced up from your phone at the noise.

Your eyes moved from the dog, up to Jose and then flicked to the blonde across from him and your head tilted, your brow raising in his general direction. He nearly shrunk, wishing he was invisible in that moment and Amanda caught the change in demeanour.

“What?” She murmured quietly, ducking to pretend to be talking to Frannie so she could turn her head just enough to see behind her without being suspicious. She nearly let out a laugh when her eyes landed on who she knew must be you, clad in running shorts and a bright blue sports bra. You turned away from the two of them, your fingers furiously typing on your phone before you pocketed it and made your way the opposite direction through the park.

“Great…” he muttered.

“Damn.” Amanda turned back to him with a smirk on her cheeks, “they were not wrong when they said elite, no wonder she pulls the top politicians. I don’t blame you for being into that.”

“Rollins.” He scolded before his attention was pulled to his phone as it pinged, a text from Kayra.

‘Guest list numbers dropped and it’s an in house party so we won’t be needing you tonight.’

He let out a sigh, turning the phone so Amanda could see the screen and she hummed over a sip of coffee.

“That y/n’s doing?”

“Probably.”

“You think it’s because of last night, or her seeing you with another girl?” She half teased and he rolled his eyes at her, because honestly? He had no clue.

 *

Joe spent the rest of the day trying to keep himself distracted, he jogged home from the park and took advantage of an at home workout before taking the worlds longest shower. He cleaned around the apartment, did a couple loads of laundry, put away the dishes and took out the garbage and recycling. He made a quick phone call to Liv to update her on a few things with the case since he was sure Rollins would mention running into him. Then he meal prepped a couple of dishes for the week ahead, did those dishes and finally cooked himself dinner. He swiped a beer from the fridge and plopped down onto the couch, flicking the tv on to find something to entertain himself with for the evening.

By the time his plate was empty his mind was already wandering to you and the party tonight, wondering if you’d have someone who would actually watch over you in the right way. Then again, he’d seen the client list, he knew David was supposed to be there, so at least you weren’t completely alone. He let out a little sigh and picked up his phone, trying to figure out what to say and finally settled on a simple

‘Stay safe tonight.’

He was surprised a few minutes later when his phone buzzed with a reply.

‘Aren’t I always?’

‘I’ve just got a weird feeling.’

‘Why don’t you go write that in your diary pretty boy? I’m busy.’

He let out a little bit of a chuckle at that, unsure of whether it was a playful tease or an angry jab, but you’d replied, that said something.

So he refocussed on the tv, letting himself get lost in what appeared to be a Hawaii 5-0 marathon. When he next checked his watch he realized it was already past eight, the party would be in full swing over at the penthouse, and despite not working it, he still wanted to keep an eye on it. He picked up his phone and opened the app, scrolling through to check on the bids being placed. It appeared most of the girls had already been paired off for the evening, and he was surprised to find the diamond bracelet in that pile, you usually weren’t on the app. He swiped over to the GPS tracking page, all the bracelets were accounted for in the penthouse except for you, it appeared David had off campus privileges and you were at The Plaza currently. A quick google search came up with the information that there was in fact a dinner fundraiser for the mayor at The Plaza tonight, and he hoped that’s where you were and not upstairs in a suite.

He checked in every so often, watching as a couple of girls moved throughout the city, probably to join other parties with their clients. Around eleven he noticed the diamond moving back toward the penthouse and rejoining the group, letting out a little sigh of relief. Just after midnight he checked back in, most of the payments had been made in full and it looked like the penthouse was full, party still in full swing.

Which is why he jumped when there was a rather panicked knock on his door a mere twenty minutes later, one look down to the screen of his phone and the bracelets were scattered across the city. He jumped up from the couch and quickly crossed the room, checking the peephole before pulling the door open.

“What happened?” He immediately asked, noticing how stressed you looked, his eyes zoning in on the smeared crimson on one of your arms.

“Sapphire’s dead.” You looked up to him with a hollow look in your eyes and he felt the punch to his gut.

“OD?”

You simply shook your head, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you tried to keep it under control. Jose wrapped a sturdy arm around your shoulders, looking up and down the hallway quickly to make sure no one had been following you before guiding you into the apartment, locking the door behind you.

“C’mon.” He led you over to the couch, sitting you down and passing you his beer before he disappeared down the hallway to get you some comfier clothes, stopping in the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean what he was now sure was blood off your arm. He dumped the clothes onto the couch beside you, crouching in front of you with the cloth in his hands as he took yours in his, “are you hurt?”

“No.” you shook your head, “it’s her blood.” Jose tenderly wiped it away, eyes glancing over your body to make sure there wasn’t any more of it, hand still softly holding yours. “I’m sorry…” you suddenly whispered.

“You didn’t do this. You don’t need to be sorry.”

“I meant about last night.” Your eyes darted up to his, “I was outta line. You have your right to privacy.”

“Let’s not worry about that, okay?” One of his hands came up to caress you cheek, “apology accepted. Clean slate, alright?” You nodded, “can we talk about tonight though?”

“I don’t know what happened. I was at the bar with David, the music was going, sapphire was upstairs. The bracelets have a feature to monitor heart rate too, they’re essentially fitness trackers… I turned that feature on for her when she came back in case she overdosed again…”

“You got the alert when she…” he trailed off, not really wanting to finish the sentence and you shook your head.

“No. I got the alert because whoever killed her took the bracelet. She didn’t have a heartbeat because she wasn’t wearing it, it was the first thing I noticed when I went to check her pulse.”

“Then that’s an easy find?”

“Again no. They turned off the features…and she wasn’t with the person who bid on her….”

“Did you call the police?” He asked and you burst out a laugh.

“Oh, sure. Yeah, here… NYPD, welcome into my brothel! Enjoy some high end drugs and check out all the escorts and oh? Did you recognize some of your own paying for sex?” You shook your head at him, “yeah, that sounds ideal.”

“Everyone ran?”

“Kayra cleared the place out, told everyone to get out, he wants the penthouse empty for the week, said he’d take care of it.” You jumped to a realization suddenly, “sorry…” you winced, regretting your sudden intrusion into Jose’s night, “I… didn’t really want to be alone…”

“It’s okay.” He shifted up onto the couch, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you fidgeted with your bracelet. “Please tell me you didn’t run all the way here?”

“David dropped me off.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“He knows I live around here and I had him drop me at the corner, it’s fine.”

“Okay.”

“Can we just go to bed?” You asked, resting against his shoulder and he nodded.

“Yeah. ‘Course.”

Jose scooped you up off the couch and you burrowed into his neck as he carried you down the hallway, putting you down gently on the floor. He turned you in his arms and his fingers gently pulled down the zipper of your dress, sliding the straps off your shoulders and you let it fall to the floor around your ankles, leaving you bare minus a pair of lacy panties. You stepped out of it, turning back towards him, your hands bracing themselves on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist, hugging you to him tightly.

“I’ve got you… you don’t have to worry.. I’ve got you.” He murmured into your hair and your arms tightened around him.   

His hand moved from the back of your head to cup your cheek, waiting a moment before he ducked to kiss you gently. You let out a soft sigh into the kiss, your body instantly relaxing into Jose’s, the tension of the night melting away as you remembered just how safe you felt in his arms. One of your hands tangled into his hair, tugging him closer to you as your tongue ran along his lower lip and his parted, granting you access.

The kiss wasn’t hurried, your tongues simply exploring every inch of the other that they could, hands mapping out each other’s bodies as they tingled across skin. The kiss broke softly, Jose’s fingers tilting your chin to the side as his lips gently kissed across your jaw, trailing down your neck and you let out a happy sigh, hands sneaking under his shirt and he paused to tug it over his head. The hand he had on your hip gently nudged you toward the bed,

“Lay back mi reina, let me take care of you.”

You did as he said, making yourself comfortable amongst the pillows as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, crawling over you on the bed. His lips found yours once again, softly kissing you, tongue sweeping into your mouth as his hand traced the curves of your body. It tingled up your leg, cupping at your pussy through your panties, softly and slowly rubbing at it in the same rhythm his lips moved against yours. One of your hands wrapped around him, another sneaking into his hair, gently tugging at it as your hips began to roll in motion with his hand.

“Please…” you whispered, your arm pulling his head into the crook of your neck as your back arched into his touch, his lips kissing and gently nipping at your skin.

“Whatever you want princesa.” He murmured, and his hands slid your panties down, letting you kick them off the rest of the way.

His hand returned to your pussy, palming at it softy before a finger slid in and you gasped, body rocking towards the touch. He pumped it a few times, curling it in search of the sensitive spot within you, finding it easily, his hands now able to read your body like a map. He easily slid a second one into you, stretching you out to make sure you were ready, his cock hard and heavy between his legs he knew neither of you wanted to wait. Little pleads and whines coming from your lips already making his cock twitch. Once he was sure he wouldn’t hurt you his hand disappeared from your cunt, as he shifted on the bed to grab a condom, ripping it open and sliding it on. He kissed you once more before sitting up on his haunches between your legs, hands spreading your thighs wide for him before his hand slid through your pussy once more, spreading it open. He shifted forward, lining his cock up as he gave it a few pumps before sliding into you in one slow motion. You both let out a very satisfied groan as he began to thrust, his cock dragging through your walls and you let out a whine, your hand shooting towards his on your thigh, clawing for it and he grabbed it, linking your fingers together.

“It’s okay.. I’ve got you.” He thrusted into you again before dropping back over you, his lips meeting yours for another kiss, murmuring against them “I’ve got you…”

His arms snuck under your shoulders, pulling you impossibly close together as you wrapped around him, there was no space to be had between your bodies as you rocked against each other. Jose buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting and moaning into your skin as you let out little breathy gasps. With each thrust his body rolled against your clit, building the pleasure deeper and deeper within you, the weight of his body and the feeling of his arms holding you almost too much for you to take.

He could feel your pussy fluttering around him, his eyes screwing shut at the sensation, feeling your juices leaking out around him, the way your fingers clawed at his skin. Your hips rocked up to meet his with each thrust, little pants leaving your lips right neck to his ears and it made his skin prickle. He wanted this moment to last forever and he knew it. Your hand came up to tug at his hair, fingers tangling in tight as his cock dragged past your g-spot,

“Oh god Jose..”

Your voice was an absolute dream in his ears and he held you tighter to him, fucking you deeper with each thrust, as he husked against your skin.

“Let go mi reina, let go for me… I’ve got you.”

His lips met the side of your neck tenderly and a moment later you were shuddering in his arms, legs clenching around him as your pussy pulsated around his cock and he let out a soft grunt. Only a few more thrusts later and he stilled against your as he came, collapsing in your arms panting. He felt you start to come back to life, one hand rubbing up and down his back as the other came to play with his hair and he shivered. You kissed at the side of his head and he wordlessly returned the gesture to your collarbone, shifting his head up but staying buried deep within you as he began to soften. His hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek, caressing at your skin softly, eyes searching yours as his thumb trailed over your lips and you pressed a gentle kiss to it.

“What?” He asked softly.

“I want you…” you whispered back and he smiled softly, leaning down to steal a gentle kiss.

“You have me.”

“I want a future with you…” you admitted and he just about felt like his chest was going to burst, grinning down at you before he stole another kiss, murmuring against your lips.

“Then you have it.”

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[seal-team-bravo]

Hiiiiii!!!! I’m so happy to see another Seal team account, there are sadly few and far in between that exist. I was wondering if you’d be willing to write 37. “If I can’t have some time to myself, then no one can. Now, get off your asses and help me move all this shit!” With all of Bravo team? I normally request for Clay but I feel it’d be a cute first story for your new page.

Aww thank you so much! I’ve only recently just started watching the series and it has quickly become one of my favourite shows. I hope this does the fandom justice, so I hope you enjoy 🥰

Ever since you and Bravo team had returned from Afghanistan from a long deployment, all you wanted was some time to yourself.

You loved your boys, really, you did. Sometimes though, a girl just needs some time alone. You had just recently moved into a new apartment, and still had hundreds of boxes to unpack. So, you figured what better way to spend your next few days off than getting yourself settled in.

After spending the entire day packing away the contents of numerous boxes labled ‘kitchen’, you were in the process of putting away a plain white dinner set when there was a loud knock at the door. After placing the set of plates down onto the counter, you stumbled your way through the make-shift obstacle course of boxes and carefully opened the door, a confused smile forming on your features as you came face to face with Jason, Clay, Ray and Sonny. “Guys? Hi uh, what are you all doing here?” You asked awkwardly, wiping your hands on your jeans in an attempt to look presentable.

Jason shrugged. “We thought we’d come give you a hand with getting set up here...” He explained, gesturing to your chaotic looking apartment behind you “Sonny brought beer, and Brock and Trent went to pick up the pizza. We thought you’d be hungry”. You smiled, rolling your eyes as you glared at all of them playfully “Alright, come on in then. Please, don’t crush anything” You joked, causing the boys to laugh as they followed you inside. It wasn’t long before Brock and Trent returned with the pizza, with Cerberus announcing their arrival with a cheerful bark.

The house had been full of chatter as everyone helped themselves to drinks and dinner, Clay’s arm wrapped around your shoulder as everyone gathered in a somewhat organised living room. After all the pizza was eaten, you decided to get back to work, lifting Clay’s arm from your person as you disappeared into the hallway to finish putting an array of towels and blankets into a small cupboard.

After about half an hour, you were brought out of your concentrated state when something soft brushed your leg. You jumped, your eyes shifting downward only for a tired smile to form on your face as Cerberus sat idly by your feet. It was then that you noticed the amount of loud chatter coming from the living room. Cerberus barked, rushing off towards the loud laughter whilst you sighed heavily. Again, you loved your boys. They were your family. But of course, family can get on each other’s nerves. Following after Cerberus, you trudged through the kitchen and paused in the doorway, groaning slightly as your gaze landed on your team. Brock and Trent stood next to each other by the apartment door, with Sonny and Ray standing on the other side of the room. Jason and Clay sat beside each other on the couch, whilst Cerberus sat on the floor in the middle of the room.

“Hey guys, come on...” You whined softly, sighing heavily as you allowed your arms to fall limply by your side “You’re supposed to be helping me set up my apartment, remember?”.

Clay’s head fell back against the back of the couch, a small grin on his lips “It’s okay babe, we’re just talking, having some time to ourselves”.

“Yeah...” Sonny chimed, taking another long swig of his beer “we just got back from a very difficult and long-ass deployment. Come and join us-”

You laughed, pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to keep your outburst to the minimum. “We have been back for three days. While you guys have been off at the Bulkhead, having fun and doing whatever the hell you want, I’m stuck here putting my apartment together by myself...” You began, folding your arms over your chest with a tried glare towards them all. You heard them all sigh, their eyes avoiding yours as you continued, “If I can’t have some time to myself, then no one can. Now, get off your asses and help me move all this shit!”.

Immediately, all six men jumped to attention, with Jason shouting for everyone to get back to work. Clay and Brock disappeared into the bathroom to help fix the showerhead, Trent and Sonny dashed for your bedroom in order to start putting your bed together, whilst Jason and Ray jogged past you into the kitchen. “You have nothing to worry about, everything will be packed away before you know it!” Jason called out as he began sifting through boxes, placing their contents on the counter.

You couldn’t stop the smile that took over your features, as you stumbled over and collapsed back onto the couch with a loud huff. Your entire body relaxed into the cushions, as your eyes closed briefly to allow yourself a few moments rest. When the cushions beside you shifted, you opened one eye to see Cerberus curl up beside you, placing his head on your knee. Your smile widened as you allowed yourself to sink into the cushions further, exhaustion slowly taking over.

“I love my boys, so so much.”

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[rebelwrites]

Day One 🎄 Cookies For Santa

Sonny Quinn x Reader

Summary: Sonny teases you for joining in with your nephews on Christmas eve.

Warnings: None

Requested by @thelovelyleo23 || “Are you seriously leaving cookies for Santa?”

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This Months Writing

A/N let’s kick off day one with some Sonny 🎄

This was your favourite time of year, you had always loved Christmas and it was even better now you had Sonny. Since this was the first Christmas you had spent together he wanted to spend it with your family, he wanted to see the excitement first hand.

The smile that was permanently etched on his face was large and nothing could take it away, he loved watching you and your nephews together, it was obvious that they adored you and he could see why. Leaning back into the armchair, he pulled the bottle of beer to his mouth, chuckling at the thought of what he looked like. Never in a million years did he expect he would have a proper family Christmas, matching pjs and all. But here he was having the time of his life with his girl and his new family.

Your laugh was music to his ears, it was a sound he would never tire of hearing.

“Auntie Y/N, can we get the cookies?” Blake grinned, as he looked up at you with wide eyes, eyes that were filled with excitement and magic.

“Come on then let’s go” You grinned, ruffling his hair making him pout.

You could feel Sonny’s gaze on you, you didn’t even need to turn around to know that he was smirking at the fact you were putting cookies out for Santa. You didn’t have time to say anything before two little hands grabbed yours and dragged you into the kitchen, with Sonny following close behind.

“Okay,” You smiled, lifting each of them onto the counter, “What cookies are we leaving out for Santa?” You asked, grabbing a plate out of the cupboard ready for the treats to go on.

“The ones we made today,” River grinned. “Don’t forget the glass, we need to put milk out for him as well.”

“Why not whiskey?” Sonny chuckled, as he grabbed another beer from the fridge.

“Santa can’t drink and drive,” Blake said like it was obvious, “Mrs Claus would tell him off and it would put the reindeers in danger,”

Sonny smirked knowing that it was something you would tell the boys.

Soon enough the plate was filled with a mix of cookies and you helped the boys off the counter before giving them the plate and treats for the reindeer, telling them that you would be back in the room shortly.

Feeling Sonny wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder you leaned back into him, letting the smell of his aftershave wash over you. “Are you seriously leaving cookies for Santa?” he hummed, a playful tone in his voice.

“Hell yes” You giggled, running your hands through his hair. “It is all about keeping the Christmas magic alive with the boys so Santa gets cookies every year. We all eat the cookies and use the milk for coffee once the boys are in bed.”

“Well I think it is adorable,” Sonny hummed, spinning you around. He was just about to kiss you when the boys called out your name telling you to hurry. “Go on, go see to the little monsters.”

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