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T-Shirt - C. Spenser (Bravo 6)

Summary: you wore Clay's shirt to an op by accident.

When I got the call for the op, I was at Clay's apartment, so I got dressed as quickly as possible. Clay and I headed out in separate cars to keep our cover intact with the team and headed to base. Briefing was on the plane, so we barely had a minute to get settled before we took off and briefing took place.

I could feel the heat radiating off Clay's body as he stood behind me as Jason briefed us. Jason turned his back to talk to Blackburn, and I felt Clay's breath on my ear.

"Is that my shirt?"

I quickly looked down at myself and realized I was, in fact, wearing Clay's shirt. In the hurry, I guess I didn't realize that I grabbed his shirt instead of mine. In my defense, we had gone for a run that morning, and I was wearing an oversized t-shirt with some biker shorts when I got to his place so this was the same look I had on prior just a different shirt.

I swiftly grabbed my jacket that laid on my gear pack which was set off on the right side.

"You good there princess?"

I looked over at Sonny and nodded.

"You know I'm always cold."

He nodded, and he looked between Clay and I, and I diverted my attention back to Jason as Blackburn spoke up.

"Listen up, guys, we're receiving more intel, so for now, sit tight. We'll brief you in soon."

We all nodded, and all went out separate ways to make sure our gear was squared away.

"I don't believe it."

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked back at Sonny.

"What are you going on about Sonny?"

"You and Blondie are sleeping together."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"That's Clay's shirt that you're wearing. I know that because he wore it leaving the base yesterday."

I grabbed onto Sonny's arm and pulled him away from prying ears and eyes.

"You tell anybody about this I'm going to come and kill you in your sleep understood?"

"Copy that princess. But it's about damn time."

I rolled my eyes as I went back to checking out my gear and before I knew it Clay was sitting beside me.

"Sonny knows."

I nodded.

"I know."

"Said you threatened to kill him in his sleep if he told anyone."

I chuckled.

"I thought of it more like a promise but yeah."

Clay chuckled.

"You look good in my shirt by the way."

I smiled as Jason walked past us.

"Get back to work Spenser."

"Yes, sir."

I chuckled as I watched Clay walk over to his gear pack. I caught his eye, and he smiled as he winked at me. I shook my head as I turned my head and looked down at myself. I couldn't believe I had worn Clay's shirt to an op.

[rebelwrites]

Hellloooooo!! God how much i've missed your writing!

What about a little Clay fic?? What about reader thought she wouldn't see him at Christmas as he was working, so she's at her parents house and half way during dinner or like nearly midnight on christmas and the doorbell goes and it's Clay and he somehow made it for Christmas armed with a small present as that's all he had time to buy but reader just loves it and him 😍

Home For Christmas

Clay Spenser x Reader

As this is a flash fic, this hasn’t been edited

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Staring around the room you couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh. Today was Christmas, one of your favorite holidays but this year you just wanted it to be over. Everyone was coupled up apart from you, dropping your gaze down to your hand, you found yourself fiddling with your engagement ring.

This was the first Christmas without Clay, in the four years you had been dating he had never had a deployment fall on Christmas but this year your luck had run out.

For the last week you had been practically holding your breath that he would make it home in time for the holiday, but here you were sitting alone on the sofa with a large glass of wine just wanting the day to be over.

It was currently 8pm and any hope you had of seeing your Clay today had completely vanished, so you found yourself curled up under the blanket with your 6 year old nephew as you all watched The Grinch.

You found yourself constantly checking your phone to see if you had any missed call from Clay, but once again you had nothing. At this point you had no idea if he was even coming home this side of the new year, even though he confirmed with you their deployment was coming to an end. You both knew from previous experience that things could change at the flip of a switch.

Hours had passed and there was no sign of you Fiance, your heart weighed heavy in your chest as you checked the time for the 50th time this hour.

It was nearing midnight, you were absolutely exhausted. Just like every year your nephews had you running around like a headless chicken and this year you had decided you were doing Christmas dinner. One of the many ideas you had to try and keep your mind from wandering.

Everyone had gone up to bed at this point, leaving you pottering around starting to tidy up. The last thing you wanted was to wake up to a house that looked like it had been ransacked. As you carried a load of glasses through to the kitchen you heard a sound coming from the hallway, but you thought nothing of it, it was probably your sister coming down because one of the boys forgot their stuffed animals.

Once you had dumped the glasses into the dishwasher you headed back into the living room but the moment you stepped into the hallway you couldn’t help but freeze.

Your fists came up to your face, forcefully rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren't seeing things. But there he was standing there in his greens, rucksack hanging from his shoulder and a small red gift bag hanging between his fingers.

“Merry Christmas baby,” Clay whispered, his eyes shining brightly under the moonlight that shone through the window in the front door.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” you breathed, taking a few steps so you were within touching distance of your boyfriend.

“Definitely not a dream babe,” he smirked, reaching out causing his rucksack to drop to the floor with a loud thud. Neither of you cared if it woke the rest of the house up right now. Within moments you were wrapped up in his arms, nuzzling your face into his toned chest.

“I know it’s not much,” he whispered, holding the small gift bag in the air, “not many shops are open this late on Christmas.”

You didn’t care about presents, all you cared about was Clay and that he made it home safely and in one piece. A large smile appeared on your face as you pulled away from him to investigate what was in the gift bag. Your heart fluttered when you pulled out three bars of your favorite chocolate. “Thank you,” you breathed, reaching up resting your hand on Clay’s cheek.

“I promised I would make it home for Christmas,” he hummed, resting his forehead against yours, “and I never break a promise to my girl.”

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I‘m watching SEAL TEAM season 7 episode 7. It’s the final season. The guys from Bravo Team reflect on their lives. They have to deal with what comes next after they will have stepped down because their health and broken bodies forces them to. All struggle, everyone wants to stop life from moving forward, they can’t figure out how to move on without their brothers and the rush to be on a mission.

And then Jason Hayes says this:

„There‘s a reason why executioners were masks. I‘m contaminated.“

And the worst is that Jason believes what he says because war has the last word. He thinks of all the killings and what he did while he severed his country. He struggles to find a place and sense in life outside the wire. It’s painful to watch.

Ray also said once that the only ones who know, really, truly know what he did and went through as a SEAL when deployed, are his brothers. And what is he, what will be left of him when he doesn’t have he brothers anymore?

And all I can think of is Steve McGarrett and his losses, of how he switched to being a leader of a task force instead of staying in active duty. He lost too much. And I think of Danny who was there, working for HPD, a cop who didn’t fit into any team, and left his home to be near is daughter. Two souls searching for each other because they know what the other has been going through.

My muse has a field day.

[disasterfandoms]

Dating Jason Hayes || A Seal Team Headcanon

Requested: Nope! Just felt like writing Jason :)

TW: talk of death, talk of TBI, talk of war

A/N: Jason is such a complex character that I hope I do him justice. Thanks for reading!

Jason may be a stubborn pain in the ass, but he treats you as if you were the only person in his world.

He can't and won't talk about his work, despite the fact that that's what drove Alana away. He refuses to bring you into his trauma, into what he sees in his head.

Jason would take you on trips, whether out camping or just staying somewhere on the beach. He wants you to feel loved, and that you're cared for. He doesn't mind you being at the apartment, but he prefers to be away from that space, especially because of the memories there.

Bringing you coffee the mornings where he has time before a spin up, as almost an apology for his job and being away from you for days.

At least, should he not have time, he will send a message so you know he won't be around.

Meeting Emma and her boyfriend, getting along with her and being accepted.

Learning about Philidelphia sports, and especially about hockey, so you knew what on Earth he would talk about after he watches a game.

Getting to know the team, and especially Ray, as he and Jase are best friends.

Kissing Jason would be full of passion and urgency, no matter the situation. He kisses you as if you were his oxygen, and he'd been under for too long.

Jason taking you to Bravo barbecues, and constantly keeping you close. It's not that he doesn't trust you or the others, he just wants all his free time to be with you.

Going on walks with him and Cerberus, in a comfortable silence. Those walks are one of the only times you can feel Jason relax, as if the beach clears his mind of everything except the present.

Being with him during his TBI treatments, playing puzzles with him and helping him through any side effects he may have.

Him eventually opening up to you about Alana, and his childhood. He's not one to talk about anything, so it meant a lot to you that he was willing to give you everything he could.

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Brock Reynolds Imagine

summary: brock meets his match

warnings: none! cuteness!

sry im on a seal team kick rn and this man needs to get more written about him!!!!!

"Cerberus!" Brock called out as his normally well behaved partner perked up and darted off in the training facility the duo were at. Brock wasn't worried about the dog getting away, as they were enclosed and also surrounded by other K-9's and their handlers. But he was concerned about what had triggered his companion.

"Cerberus, stopp," Brock barked as he ran after the malanois who was loping towards another duo training together at the other side of the facility. Brock's alarm peaked as Cerb's pace picked up. "Heads up!"

Brock watched as the other handler turned his way, saw the projectile coming her way, and immediately took a non threatening stance, even as her partner crouched low in front of her. Brock tried to call Cerb in one more time, before the dog pulled to an abrupt hault in front of the two.

Brock slowed down as well as the got closer, watching as the other dog took a look at Cerb, considered him for a moment before giving his version of a dog smile. The other handler laughed as her dog looked back at her, now seated, clearly wanting to be released to play.

"You mind?" She asked Brock as he walked up, the man shaking his head and watching in intrigue as she released her dog in German and the two dogs immediately began to wrestle happily.

"I'm sorry, he's never done that before," Brock shook his head as he approached her.

"That's ok," the woman offered him a calm smile. "Lincoln is able to handle himself, they would've figure it out."

Brock nodded before reaching out his hand. "Brock Reynolds, this is Cerberus," the two looked at their partners who were now looking at their handlers with innocent eyes.

"Maya," the blonde smiled, taking his hand. "This is Lincoln."

"Are you with the forces?" Brock asked as he looked at Lincoln's vest, trying to find an identifier.

"No, we're with the FBI," Maya nodded at the badge on her hip. "My mentor is an ex-seal, and brought us here early on to train, and the guys let us keep coming."

"I'm sure they do," Brock said without thinking, ignoring the slip of the tongue.

"Can I guess who you're with?" Maya asked with a teasing smile. "It's one of my favorite games."

"Go on, I'll bite," Brock smirked as he pulled a ball from his pocket now that the dogs were both unengaged, throwing it for them.

"Ok, facial hair and not a lick of straight laced, so not army," she mused, tilting her head. "Not quite getting the cockiness of the air force, so I'm going to say Navy."

Brock just tilted his head.

"That's a yes," she grinned. "Now then, you're giving quiet and mysterious. I've seen you in here before, there is an air of mystery around you. So with that, and the training, I'm going to guess, special teams?"

"I can neither confirm nor deny," he clicked his tongue at Cerb who came trotting over. "You guys want to do some drills together?"

After that day, Brock and Maya took the dogs to an outdoor brewery, and ended up together until long after the moon had come up. The two had gone their seperate ways, but not for long, managing to spend enough time together that by the time Brock went on his next deployment, he was getting extra care packages.

"Oh lookie here," Sonny yelled into the group of bravo members as he came from the mail call. "Brocky boy has a big ole package today!"

The boys all wolf whistled as Brock rolled his eyes, catching the package Sonny threw and recognizing Maya's writing on the top. He pried it open with a soft smile as he immediatley saw the amount of dog treats inside.

Linc tried these and loved them, give Cerb a hug a sticky note said on a tub of beef chews. Brock grinned as he pulled out two kong toys, another pack of treats, and a deshedding brush before getting to the human goods. There was two containers of cookies, a new book in the series Maya had gotten Brock hooked on, and an envelope of photos ranging from selfies of Maya and Lincoln, to pictures of the fall foliage in VA Beach, and other bits and bobs.

The Bravo guys watched their teammate suspiciously as he went through his goods, wondering what was going on. "Ok spill," Clay prodded as Cerb came over to sniff the new toys for him.

"What?" Brock looked innocent.

"Who's sending you love packages?" Jason laughed.

"No one," he shrugged, ignoring Trent's evil smirk.

"Her name is Maya," his best friend said proudly, all the guys shouting in success. "She's with the FBI's K9 group, bad ass and so out of his league."

"Out of my league?" Brock gasped in advance as Ray laughed, clapping his shoulder.

"The best ones always are," the other man smiled and shook his head as Brock prepared for the ribbing.

Weeks later, the team finally made their way back home, weary and tired, and ready for some rest. Most of them were ready to see their families, and kids, while others were just looking forward to a real bed.

Brock focused on Cerb as he walked off the aircraft, adjusting his leash as he heard the other guys families begin to sound off about seeing their service members after so long away. Brock instantly keyed in though when he heard a bark, jerking his head up to see the blissful sight of Maya and Lincoln standing on the tarmac waiting for them.

Brock's grin was wide as he dropped Cerb's leash, letting the dog go greet Lincoln while he only had eyes for Maya. The blonde was in jeans and a sweater, her hands clasped as she watched him approach at a clip. At that point, Brock said 'fuck it', jogging toward her and leaning down to scoop her into his arms and spin her around.

Maya's arms were a vice around his shoulder, her head burying in her neck as he felt her heart beat flutter against his chest. He let her down slowly, letting his hands come up to cup her cheeks and pull her lips to his in a rough kiss. Her hands grasped his collar, holding him place for an indecently long kiss that was only interrupted by paws landing on Maya's side.

The couple split apart with a grin, looking at a panting Cerb who was waiting for his greeting. Lincoln was looking similarly at Brock. The two gave the dogs some attention before Brock turned back to her and pulled her into his side, kissing her head.

"Missed you frog man," she murmured as she kissed his cheek before turning to see where the rest of Bravo team was eyeing them, ready to pounce.

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∞ Raffi Barsoumian as Senior Chief Omar Hamza Seal Team s07e01 Chaos in the Calm (part 1)

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SOAP MACTAVISH, IS THAT YOU?? 😭😭😭

LOOK, HE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE SOAP 💀

ITS UNCANNY JDBSYRJWH

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Cerberus's little dinosaur mask is so cute. Actually squealing because why did that disappear after one appearance??

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Say It Again: Eric Blackburn x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @4everademigod @totalstitchlover19 @doglover-24 @bravo4iscool

Companion piece to:

Scars - Eric loves every single part of you.

See It (NSFW) - Eric wants you to see exactly how he feels.

Logistics - Eric tries to navigate the logistics of your hospital release with Navy.

Three Months (NSFW) - Eric returns home from Afganastan.

When General Steinback tells Eric to break things off with you, it takes everything in his power not to  tell his commanding officer to go fuck himself.

It’s the first day back after his suspension and he’s already spent the day ignoring the side eye he’s getting regarding his relationship with you. The only positive aspect of this whole thing is all of this gossiping will be long over by the time you return to work in a couple of months. He’s happy to bear the brunt of it if it means that you won’t have to.

When he’s called into Stein’s office he expects the discussion to be around reassignment. The two of you can’t exist in the same unit and you’re a valuable asset. He expects he’s about to be shifted onto one of the other teams like Charlie or Delta.

“You need to end it.” He’s told instead as he stands before the huge oak desk. “The two of you are integral to Bravo, we can’t have this relationship getting in the way of things, making it messy.”

“With all due respect sir…” Eric says, straightening his spine and tilting his chin up. “Ending the relationship won’t change how we feel about each other.”

Stein looks up from his paperwork and the look in his eyes…

This is not a man whose used to having his orders challenged.

“Do I need to repeat myself Commander?” Stein asks, his voice taking a dangerous edge.

“No sir.” Eric says, meeting the other man’s gaze. “But the answer is still the same, I won’t be ending the relationship.”

After that the shouting can be heard all the way down the hall, it feels like it goes on for what feels like hours, the threatening, the berating, the cajoling but still Eric stands resolute because he’s already served his punishment. Legally there’s nothing the General can do about it.

It’s a few days later that Eric discovers that he’s being sent to Afghanistan. He realises that this is Stein’s solution to the problem that Eric’s creating.

“I hate this.” He tells you, shoving his clothes into his duffle bag that night. Your sitting on the edge of the bed watching as he tosses in item after item. “I fucking hate this.”

His flight is due to leave tomorrow at 0700 hours which means he barely gets to spend anytime with you before he disappears off to a warzone for the next three months.

“Eric.” You say softly, your hand catching his before you tug him down onto the bed beside you. You cradle his face between your hands and he closes his eyes, revelling in the sensation because it’s going to be a long time before he gets to be with you like this again. “I’m going to be ok.”

That’s where all this upset is coming from. You’re just getting back on your feet and now Eric’s shooting off to another country. It kills him that he can’t be there to support you through the rest your rehabilitation, that you’ll be left to cope with all this shit alone.

“I don’t want to go.” He tells you, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “I don’t want to leave you, I don’t want…”

I don’t want this to end…

That’s what the voice at the back of his mind is telling him because in Eric’s experience it always ends when the deployments start. He has the ex-wives to prove it. This will be the first deployment since you’ve been together that he’ll be undertaking without you.

“Eric.” You say as your fingertips ghost over his grizzled cheek. “I had a building fall on top of me and I still fought my way back to you, I have to believe that no matter what happens in Afghanistan you’ll do the same…”

“Always.” He says fiercely. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

He trails off then because he’s not used to talking about his feelings, to expressing vulnerability but this is you, the woman he’s walked through hell with countless times.

“I know I’m always the one leaving but I’m also the one that gets left behind.” He tries to explain and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “My last two ex-wives…”

He tries to smile but his expression is full of anguish.

“I came home to divorce papers and an empty house.” He tells you and your chest aches because you’ve always known he was divorced, you’ve just never been aware of the circumstances. “And I don’t want that with you, I don’t want this to be the thing that ends us.”

“Eric, I love you, that doesn’t stop because you go away for a few months.” You promise him as you kiss his mouth. “Me and you, we’re ride or die.”

“That’s the first time you’ve said it you know?” He whispers, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile.  “That you love me.”

You don’t realise that until this moment. You’ve always felt it but the words they’ve never quite managed to make it off your lips. You think that’s because you’ve never been sure of the commitment until the last few months. The two of you had always been a series of stolen moments, you’d never talked about a real relationship and what that looked like for the two of you and then you were hospitalised and everything changed.

Eric had put his entire life on hold for you, he moved you into his house, took a suspension, pay cut and reprimand. He attended your rehab sessions, dealt with your frustrations, told you were the most beautiful woman in the world when your face was held together by stitches and staples. That’s when you knew that the two of you were going to go the distance, that you had found the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

“Oh I have been a terrible partner to you, haven’t I Eric? Not telling you how I feel.” You murmur as you climb into his lap and Eric’s hands chase underneath the t-shirt you’re wearing, smoothing across the scar etched into your skin.

“Say it again.” He whispers against your skin as he draws the shirt up and over your head. “Please baby, just say it again.”

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“Well, you know, work never allowed us to be a couple, and now we're here at work trying to be a couple.”

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Sleep - C. Spenser (Bravo 6)

Summary: After the attack on Echo team, you're putting all your energy into finding out what happened only you're neglecting your health in the process. Most importantly, your sleep.

"You need to get some sleep."

"I need to find the people responsible for killing Echo team."

"And you will but you can't do that when you can barely keep your eyes open."

"You don't understand Clay."

"Enlighten me then."

I dropped the stack of files I was carrying on the table and looked over at Clay who had been following my every move since the beginning of the day.

"I built that target package. Intel was solid. I need to figure out what went wrong. I need to figure out why six of the men I was responsible for aren't going back home. I can't go back to Virgina Beach and face their wives and kids without answers."

Clay nodded.

"I get it. I do, but how much sleep have you gotten in the last few weeks?"

I shrugged.

"A couple hours here and there. I'm not sure Clay. Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now."

"You're going to burn yourself out. Now come take a nap with me."

I shook my head.

"It wasn't a question."

I sighed.

"Fine. Twenty minutes."

Clay nodded.

"Twenty minutes."

I followed Clay out to his hutch, and I had to admit it was nice to cuddle up to him and forget about the whole world crashing down around us just for a few minutes.

****************************************

It had been three hours, and I wasn't planning on waking her up anytime soon. Sure she was going to be pissed at me when she did wake up, but she needed this.

I understood her pain and her throwing herself in her work. Echo was her team, and she had built the target package, but she was one of the best intel officers in the business, and Echo would have followed her anywhere.

"Blondie you in here?"

"Sonny shut up."

Sonny furrowed his eyebrows as he walked further into the hutch, and he nodded. (Y/N) was laying on my chest with her legs entangled with mine. Normally we try to keep things as professional as we can at work but she needed this.

"Sorry to interrupt. You know, you guys should lock the door."

"She's sleeping you idiot. This is the most sleep she's gotten in weeks. If you wake her up I will kill you."

"Copy that princess. I will go be literally anywhere else."

After Sonny left, I closed my eyes for a while, and I guess I must have fallen asleep too because we both woke up to our phones ringing.

"What time is it?"

I reached for my phone and sucked in a breath. We had been asleep for most of the day.

"5:30"

"Jesus Christ Clay, I was only supposed to sleep for 20 minutes. I could of gotten so much done by now."

She pushed herself up and hurried out of the hutch, and I couldn't help but smile. Even though she was mad at me right now, at least she had slept almost a full 8 hours.

****************************************

I quickly made my way over to the command center and sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. Even though I was mad at Clay for letting me sleep that long I had to admit I felt a lot better right now.

"What do we got?"

"Ensign (Y/L/N) nice of you to join us again."

"Sorry sir. I laid down to take a quick nap, and I slept longer than I intended."

"Good. I asked Petty Officer Spenser to get you to sleep. I figured he was the only person here that you might listen to."

I nodded.

"Where can I assist here?"

"Ensign Davis is putting together a target package for Bravo team and she could use your expertise on the target that Echo team hit."

I nodded.

"Here to help."

He nodded.

"I'll leave you to it."

I nodded and walked over to Lisa who was sitting at the desk in the corner of the room.

"Everything okay?"

I nodded.

"Just needed some sleep. What do you got?"

We combed through intel together, and by sundown, we had a target package ready for the guys. We briefed the guys, and I watched them from a distance. I watched Echo team get ready for an op so many times, and I didn't know what the future held for me right now, but watching Bravo was kind of comforting.

"We'll get these guys."

I nodded as I looked up at Jason.

"Be safe out there."

He nodded and one by one the guys pilled out of the room and I gave Clay a small smile as he walked over to me.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Getting me to sleep, even if you were just following orders."

Clay chuckled as he put his head down.

"Be safe out there okay?"

Clay nodded as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a hug. I hugged him back best I could despite all his gear and I smiled as he laid his hand on the back of my head and planted a soft kiss on my forehead before we pulled away from each other.

"I love you."

"I love you more, Bravo 6."

[rebelwrites]

Hi! For your 100 word drabble:

Busted, pouting, and running

For Clay

Please and thank you!

Enjoy ❤️

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you said pouting, as you saw the mess your kitchen had been left in.

“CLAAAAAAAY!!!” You shouted, mentally counting to 10’in your head. You had only counted to 5 before you heard the thud of the recliners slamming closed.

“We’ve been busted!” Your husband laughed as he came running out of the living room, refusing to make eye contact with you. “Sonny, move it she will hit you.”

“You boys better get this placed cleaned up before I kick your asses,” you hollered, grabbing a bottle of beer out of the fridge

[bravo4iscool]

Not sure if you're still taking requests. I had an idea of Trent having a best friend and that Bravo is trying to get Trent to date her ("you two are always together/just date already!") but what they don't know, is that he's already married to her.

If you're not taking requests, then just ignore this 😅!

Okay, bye!!

I AM STILL TAKING REQUESTS, YES!! this is amazing😭

i hope this is how you imagined it🫶🏼 (i’m sorry this took so long…)

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jason swirls the beer bottle in his hand as he observes you and trent. you both been friends for ages now and everyone could see that there was something between the two of you but every time someone from bravo pointed it out you and trent just laughed it off.

they even tried setting you up multiple times but every time they thought they succeeded it turned out that they didn’t. no matter what the team did, the both of you seemed to just stay friends.

it was a never ending cat and mouse play with you and trent, in the eyes of the others. there was something they didn’t know though. and you both intended to keep it that way.

-

"you gon' take your missus with you?" sonny asks when he and trent off board the plane. "haven't seen 'er in a while." the texan looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

trent shrugs and shoulders his bag properly. "i don't know. i have to ask her if she wants to come along. i'm pretty sure she's working late today."

sonny raises his eyebrow again. "she is? how do you know that?" they had a 'no contact'-rule on their mission. did trent memorize her whole shift plan?

"there are things you don't need to know sonny quinn,” trent simply answers with another shrug. you were a teacher, so working late for you meant correcting exams and assignments. you could technically move it to another day but sometimes you didn’t really feel like doing that. and he respected that.

-

“you should just date,” omar said after watching trent interact with you. he’s taking a sip of water, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “i mean, you’re behaving like a married couple.”

trent coughs and tries to cover it up with a laugh. omar frowns and claps trent’s back. “you good?” he asks and trent nods.

“i’m good,” he answers with a small nod. “i’m very good.” omar didn’t quite believe his friend and colleague but he dropped the topic anyway. as much as bravo liked to tease the both of you, they knew it still was a rather sensitive topic and they knew when it was too much.

trent smiles at you as you make your way over to him, holding a beer in each hand. you sit down beside him and push one bottle in his direction. "you know," you sigh. "maybe we should tell them. it's been a while..." you look at him.

of course, it was fun playing with the team but it got to a point where it started becoming exhausting. you wanted people to know you were married and you slowly started to become sick of the jokes. they were always the same. it was annoying.

trent takes a sip of his beer. "i will do whatever you think is right." he smiles at you. "if you want to tell them, we can tell them. it's all up to you."

you nod. "i think sonny's gonna faint," you then laugh. "he and clay had been betting for years. it's gonna be so funny. " he grins as you look at him, shaking his head.

-

your smile is bright as you see trent and bravo off board the plane. they've been on deployment to afghanistan for a few months and you were happy to have him back again. there's a sparkling diamond ring on your finger–your wedding ring–as you wave at him.

he slightly speeds up his steps before he reaches you, scoots you up in his arms and plants a loving kiss on your lips. "i missed you," he mumbles you as a string of giggles rush past your lips.

"and i missed you," you whisper as he sets you down and you place another kiss on his lips.

"oh you have to be fucking kidding me!" you suddenly hear sonny complain. he stares at you and trent, eyes wide open. "how long has this been going on?" he demands to know, planting his hands on his hips.

you grin and lean into trent's side. "a few years," you say. then you lift your hand and show your ring. "never showed you this before thought."

trent laughs as he takes in the expression on sonny's face. you were right. this was funny.