#brock reynolds x carter!reader

[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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“Dad!” You yelled, walking into his house uninvited as usual. Did you really need an invite to the place you called home for the longest time, though? He wasn’t there, that was evident by his cat, Whiskers, still needing to be fed for the morning. You filled his bowl with kibble, petting the old boy who used to keep you company on dark and stormy nights. 

You walk further into his kitchen, seeing the note on the counter that said that he’d be back later. You write a note back, telling him that you’ll be at your boyfriends, and to call you later. You pet the cat once more, before leaving the home, suddenly nervous at the thought of your dad knowing about you and Brock, and your plan for them to meet.

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Full Metal came home a couple hours later, petting Whiskers and putting the groceries away. You and him had a weekly gumbo night, where you all eat and either watch a movie or play some games, getting your time with each other you two needed in in one night. 

He’s been a single dad for over twenty years, your mom having left him and you when you were just three years old. He bared no hard feelings, his life and job was complicated and she never truly wanted to be a mom. So, he took time to figure out how to parent you while being home all the time, and figured who’d watch you when he was away. You two made it work, and now you’re closer than ever.

He found the note, noticing your handwriting right away, and visibly paled as he read its contents. A boyfriend? Who? and when? He could have sworn you would have told him before now about any boy you were seeing. He needed to take a breath, calm down. You were a grown adult, with an apartment of your own and a stable job, it wasn’t the end of the world that his baby had a boyfriend.

He took a second, making sure his hands stopped shaking before he picked up the phone, dialing the oh-so-familiar number. 

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You were straddling Brock’s lap, your tongues colliding as you moved in sync. His lips had then attached to your neck, causing you to moan. Your hands were tangled into his hair, causing him to groan when you pulled it accidentally. His hands travelled down your back, resting just before the opening of your jeans. One hand slid up your shirt, his hands feeling rough against your soft skin, you giggling as he flipped you over, so he was on top. 

He opened your legs, putting his knee right next to your covered core, letting you grind against it as he continued his trail of kisses down your chest. He almost took his shirt off when you heard your phone ring, interrupting the fun that was about to come. You quickly grabbed it, groaning as it was your dad. Brock nodded in understanding, moving to lay beside you on the bed as you answered, “Hi Dad!”

“Y/N, you left a note. Boyfriend? Who the fuck are you dating? Why haven’t you told me about this guy beforehand?” Metal shot off at an impressive pace, not impressed that she told him this through a note, for fucks sake.

“I’m great! How are you, are we on for gumbo tonight? I brought him up because I thought about bringing him.” You said sarcastically, moving to snuggle up to Brock, who happily wrapped his arms around you, his leg intertwining with yours.

Metal was pacing in his living room now, rolling his eyes at the sarcasm he heard at the beginning of your response. “You want to bring him? To our tradition?” He asked, shocked you’d even consider it.

“Well, yeah, Dad, it’s just one gumbo night for you to meet him and get to know him outside of work. Besides, you bring Trent sometimes!” You retorted, huffing at the hypocrisy. You could hear Brock chuckling beside you, causing you to stick your tongue out at him.

“That’s different, it’s Trent!” He shot back, stopping his pacing as he was worried he was going to step on Whiskers. He then continued, “Trent’s being invited if you bring him. Wait,” he spoke, his mind registering what all you said thirty seconds ago, “Outside of work? HE WORKS AT DEVGRU?!?!?” He yelled, feeling his face getting hot with anger. One of those idiots is dating his kid?

You put the phone away from your ear, he’s always deafening when he’s angry. Brock kissed your shoulder, one of his hands moving up to grab your breast, massaging it gently, causing you to roll your eyes. “Yes, he works at DEVGRU. He’s on Bravo, with Trent. Invite him! You know I love T,” you say easily, your breath hitching as Brock continues to tease you.

Metal doesn’t even know what to reply to that. He’s full on having a meltdown. His kid, his sweet, caring, loving child is dating someone in Bravo. Oh, Oh god, They’re dating that cocky ass kid. “I gotta go, see you two tonight.” He said quickly, before hanging up without you getting a word in. He rubbed his face with his free hand, before calling Trent to come over.

“He hung up,” you said simply, putting the phone back down on the nightstand, before focusing on the man beside you. You adored him, not just physically, but the kind soul he has, and the willingness to do whatever was necessary to keep you safe and happy. You knew your Dad was a bit... much, but you hoped once he saw you two together, he would calm a bit. “Now, where were we..” you trailed off, giggling as he turned over onto you, starting where you both had left off.

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Trent was a little worried when Full Metal called him, panicking at the apparent fact that Clay was dating his kid. Trent had been around you since you were a little kid, becoming very close to Metal as they started working together at DEVGRU. 

He was incredibly amused at the fact that Metal was having a meltdown while simultaneously starting the gumbo for the night. He wouldn’t interrupt the man, he’s just here to listen and watch his friend chop and cook everything the gumbo needed ingredient wise, while yelling at how Clay was too arrogant foe his own good. 

“Of course Y/N would go out with him. Why go for one of us, anyways?” he asked rhetorically, chopping up the andouille sausage, probably imagining it was Clay’s.. well... you know.

“Because they were raised by you? And surrounded by a Naval influence their entire life?” Trent shot back, chuckling as Metal glared at him. Man, if looks could kill...

“Scott, take a breath. You raised Y/N well, they must see something in Clay to not only go out with them, but to want to introduce him to you,” Trent tried to reassure the man, who this time took a deeply breath and nodded.

“I just don’t want them to get hurt,” he spoke quietly, shaking his head at the thought. You were his child, his only one at that, he hated seeing you cry, especially over some dumb ass kid.

Trent nodded, standing up to go over to him, rubbing his back. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to. He’s helped Scott raise you since you were a kid, he felt similarly about keeping you safe.

They were silent for a while, before Trent felt like he needed to reassure Scott one more time. “Tonight will be fine, you’ll meet the boyfriend, be polite tonight and then tomorrow you can threaten all you want,” he offered up, and it worked, as he saw Scott smile for the first time today.

“Come tonight?” Metal asked, he didn’t want to have to deal with this alone. Plus, he could just have it on his head that this is just the team hanging out and you just so happened to be there.

Trent nodded, smiling at the offer. He knew Scott needed someone here with them to keep him calm, and he was secretly hoping he’d ask him to stay anyways, the guy makes a mean gumbo.

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It was three hours later, and Brock was suddenly incredibly nervous. He knew Metal was going to kill him, especially because it was his only kid that we’re talking about. He was in love with them, though, so he guessed he’d make it work.

“It’s going to be fine, Dad’s just a big teddy bear,” you reassure him, watching him chuckle nervously. You smiled, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. Your boyfriend may be a man of few words, but it was no secret he was worried about your dad’s reaction.

The silence was comfortable as he drove you both towards your childhood home. He was quiet, taking in the site of the place where Metal raised you, squeezing your hand when he heard you take a shaky breath.

“Hey,” he said quietly, catching your attention as you were getting lost in your worries. “I love you, Y/N/N.”

You smile brightly, saying “I love you too,” before he pulls you in for a kiss, all and full of adoration. He breaks away for a few moments, kissing your nose in the process, causing you to giggle.

You lead him up the steps to the front door, noting that Trent’s bike was in it’s usual spot. You smiled a little, happy your dad’s boyfriend was here to enjoy the chaos. You whispered to Brock, “I told you my dad and Trent were together, right?”

Brock’s eyes widened, shaking his head. Oh, this was going to be fun, he thought, before taking a deep breath. You smile at him, before opening the door, going into your family home, which was warm and the smell of the spices in the gumbo. You picked up Whiskers, who was hanging out in the cat tree by the entryway, and said to Brock, “This is Mr. Whiskers, he used to keep me safe when it was storming and Dad was on a mission.”

Brock saw the way your eyes lit up with you saw the cat, and his heart melted a little bit. He pet the furry creature, personally he wasn’t a fan of cats but he couldn’t help but pet him. 

You put him down, taking his hand as you guide him further into the home, yelling, “T, Dad! We’re here!” You give his hand a squeeze, bringing  him to the living room. 

Trent came out from the living room, smiling as he saw you with... Brock. “Hey kid,” he hugged you tightly, before finally breaking, laughing hysterically at the fact that it was Brock you were with.

Oh, this was going to be fun. 

Metal left the kitchen, hearing his boyfriend of five years laughing hysterically. He walks in, seeing Trent doubled over in laughter, looking at you, smiling. “Hey baby,” He spoke softly, opening his arms for a hug, looking at who she brought with her, completely expect Clay, and not... Brock?

“Brock? Dog boy? Seriously?” He asked, causing Brock to laugh a little bit.

You backed away from your Dad, going to your boyfriend, who immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You shot back, “Well, yeah? Who else would I have gone for, Sonny?”

Oh, yeah, that broke Metal. 

He just stared at you two, trying to form words, but his brain was short-circuiting. Trent was in tears, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. “Didn’t.... see that...coming,” he finally got out, grabbing onto Metal’s shoulder yo hold him up.

“I thought you were dating Clay,” your dad said slowly, shaking his head at the fact you brought the weird one home... typical.

You look at him confused, “No... Brock and I have been together for almost a year,” you tell him gently, smiling as your feel Brock kiss your forehead. You leaned into him for comfort, worried about what your dad will say.

“I... alright,” he sighed, smiling as Trent kissed him on the cheek. Trent was proud of him being calm, and not threatening your boyfriend. In reality, he was planning Brock’s death a very violent way, and where to hide the body.

The night went smoothly, a little too smoothly, if you were honest. Everyone ate and had a good time, the night ending with each Carter cuddled up to their significant other, watching a horror movie.

Brock had went to start the truck after the movie was over, letting you to hug your dads. “Thank you,” you whispered, smiling at Metal.

“what for?” he chuckled, letting go so you could hug Trent.

“For being nice to him, and not threatening to kill him,” you chcuckled as you hugged Trent, who went back to having his arms wrapped around Metal when you let go. Metal nodded, as you said goodbye, not knowing his plans for in the morning. 

“You did good, babe,” Trent mumbled, kissing his cheek before making sure the food was away, getting ready to go to bed.

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All was quiet on the base the next morning, the hustle and bustle of the military operation at it’s usual pace. All of Bravo trickled in one by one, no one understanding the scene in front of them as they entered the cage room.

In front of Brock’s locker, there was a hatchet, a bag of lye, and a shovel; along with a note which was written in, what looked like, blood.

“Brock,

You hurt my kid, these tools will be used in removing you from the situation. The hatchet will be used to cut you up into bite-sized pieces for Cerberus to enjoy. What is left of you will be dissolved by the lye, and you will be buried where no one can find the evidence. 

They’re my child, I will do whatever it takes to make sure they are happy and safe.

I’m watching you.”

Bravo watched Brock visibly pale as he read the note, causing Trent to smile, shaking his head at his boyfriend’s antics. He should have known last night was too calm, that Metal was being polite because Y/N didn’t want their father to be overprotective. 

Oh well, at least Brock understood now the consequences if he fucked up.

[bravo-four-seal-team]

Okay I’m back again 😂

I saw this on Pinterest and my mind instantly went to Clay and his girl (reader)

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You and Clay where walking into the Bulkhead, hand in hand, he was talking about his latest routine, when you heard the whistles and cheers from the team.

“About damn time brother!” Ray called out

“Thought they’d never confess” Trent says, Metal nodded, taking a drink of his beer.

“Well that's a sight you don't see!” Sonny said “So who confessed to who?”

You grinned, standing tall “I did, made it short and sweet.” you announced and Clay scoffed, looking at you, causing the guys to look at him and then back to you with raised eyebrows, then Clay spoke.

“You climbed onto the roof and shouted ‘Listen here you little shit, I have feelings for you and its about time you acknowledged them’ again from the roof!” Clay exclaimed and the guys looked back to you as you shrugged.

“It worked. didn’t it?” you said “Someone get me a beer!” you shout, causing the guys to laugh, Clay wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your forehead “It worked, I’m glad you did it” he mumbled.

“Alright, love birds!” Jason says handing you and Clay a beer “We are celebrating the two of you finally getting your acts together!”

Lets just say, it was a fun night, filled with laughter, drinks and good times.

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Fanfic Friday Week Eleven 30.07.21

✨ California Green || Bravo Team x Reader By Rebel

✨ Untitled || Clay Spenser x Angus Macgyver By @alidravana

✨ To Deploy, You Go || A Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader By @disasterfandoms

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seal team masterlist

masterlist overview

what if brock was a smoker (a brock reynolds headcanon)

part two

the reason sonny’s so good with kids (a sonny quinn headcanon)

bleeding out (trent sawyer & brock reynolds)

sister (trent sawyer x fem!reader)

just a friend (scott “full metal” carter x fem!reader)

slayweek 2024 masterlist (sonny quinn x clay spenser; discontinued)

just date already (trent sawyer x reader)

more to come…

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Positive Change || A Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader Imagine

Anonymous requested: “ I’ll gladly make it a series! Any suggestions on what to write for it next? // I was thinking about Reader having a pregnancy scare or actually being pregnant (by accident, since they haven't been together that long) and her & Brock being all cute, but when Metal finds out Brock has to fear for his life and Trent is just enjoying the show?”

A/N: I’m actually really excited to start this as a series! This is Part three of my Brock x Carter!reader series. This is part 1, and this is part two.

TW: Pregnant!reader, vomit, taking a pregnancy test, deployment, gunshots, warzone, panic attacks, period talk, talk of sex, talk of protection, talk of being ill, surgery.

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It’s been three weeks.

Three, long weeks.

You and Brock were emailing constantly, only stopping when you two were asleep or you two were working. Your dad and you were also emailing everyday, checking on you and in the house, and Whiskers.

Things have gone oddly since they’ve left, though. Cerberus and Whiskers both have been attached to your hip since they’ve been gone. You figured it was just because they boys were gone, and they needed some extra care, but it should have been gone by now. 

Then, you started feeling ill. Nausea, vomiting, a little bit of cramping, and your breasts were incredibly sore, to the point where if you had anything touching them you could cry from the pain. It had happened all of a sudden, as if someone poisoned you. You told Brock all of this, and he seemed as concerned as you were about it. He suggested the flu, and you thought that could be it, that or you period.

That is, until you skyped Trent.

“Y/n,” he sighed, shaking his head. He felt incredibly nervous to be the one to tell you, quietly listening to make sure Brock or Metal weren’t coming near the hooch, this needed to keep between him and you for now.

“What?” You asked, suddenly getting nervous. You knew that tone, it was the same one that he had when you were 16 and your dad was injured.

“Have you taken a pregnancy test?” he asked gently, sighing once more as he saw your face drop, figuring you were connecting the dots, like he had a few moments ago.

“No, why would I... shit.” you swore, realizing he was right. It all fit, but you couldn’t be, right? It was impossible, you two had been careful and used protection every time. You quickly looked at the calendar, feeling the panic rise as you realized you were late by a couple of weeks.

“Go take one, Y/N.” Trent encouraged you quietly, trying to be supportive through this, like he always was. You made a mental note to thank your dad for giving you the best step-dad.

You nodded, already feeling tears threatening to fall. You stood up, your hands shaking as you walked to the bathroom, grabbing the digital pregnancy tests and taking two of them, just to be safe.

The wait for the two minutes was agony. The longer you wait, the more the anxiety builds in you, making you breathe quickly. You took the tests, not showing the result, and going back in to where Trent’s figure on your computer screen was.

“I haven’t looked... can you stay on with me?” you asked, knowing it’s possible you would have to face this alone because he had to work.

Trent nodded, “Of course I will, Y/N,” he said softly, honored you would ask him to be here for this. He knew you were scared, honestly he was a little worried himself, he wasn’t sure  how this would play out, especially with his boyfriend.

You nod in thanks, tears running down your face. Do you even want a baby right now? Hell, does Brock want kids in general? You two have only been together for a little less than a year, it wasn’t like you had anything planned for the future together.

The timer went off, causing your breathing to stop for a moment. You looked at Trent, who gave you a nod of encouragement, before your trembling hands reached out and flipped both tests over.

Positive +.

Shit.

“Y/n?” Trent asked, seeing you freeze, staring at the tests. He gets increasingly worried watching you, as your soul seemingly left your body. You grew increasingly pale, your breathing quickening to the point of hyperventilation. He tries again, willing to go get Brock or Metal to get you to calm down. “Y/N, do you want me to go get Brock?”

You shook your head, bringing your knees up to your chest, burrowing yourself into an upright fetal position and just started to sob. What were you going to do? How were you going to tell Brock? Would he break up with you, leave you like your mom left your dad? How would you even be a good parent, you were raised by your dad, your mom had left when you were three.

You silently raised up the test, not looking at him. You didn’t want to see the potential judgement in his eyes. It wasn’t logical, you knew that Trent would never judge you for being an adult who can make your own choices. 

Trent sighed quietly, not saying anything except, “It’s going to be okay.” He didn’t know how else to comfort you, he’s never been in this position before. So he just let you cry, waiting for you to calm down so he can ask you the everso important question: what are you going to do?

That is, until, Scott walked into the hooch. Trent quickly tells you he has to go before he can see you crying, and hung up the video chat, leaving you all alone with the world on your shoulders.

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It’s been a month since you found out, time both flying and moving like molasses at the same time. You still haven't told Brock, the thought causing the panic to rise all over again.

That is, until today.

Today was the day you were going to tell him. You two were skyping later in the day, and you were trying to keep yourself calm. You were nine weeks along, at the ultrasound you heard the heartbeats, and recorded a video to send to him. 

That is, if he doesn’t leave you because of this.

You shook your head, continuing to get prepared for the skype call, only to be greeted with the oh-so familiar feeling of having to vomit. You ran to the trashcan, emptying your stomach contents, dry-heaving when they were empty, until your stomach decided to give you some rest. You stood up straight, breathing deeply, moving to wash your face and brush your teeth for the fourth time today.

You finally decided what you were going to do, you just hoped he would support you through this. You grabbed the pregnancy tests, having taken more after you Trent ended the skype call abruptly that day, which he apologized for later. Meanwhile, you’ve been completely silent about all of this except to Trent for the past month. Brock deserved to be the next one you told, even if it ends horrifically.

You gathered everything you needed, grabbing your laptop and laughing as Cerb and Whiskers instantly moved to lay beside you. They’ve never left your side, which when you researched, you realized that they can tell what’s going on. You wait for him to call, answering work emails and finding something on tv to past the time. 

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Brock, on the other hand, was worried he wasn’t going to make the skype date at all. He was in the infirmary, Trent forcing him to go after the mission. He was only shot three times, what was the big deal? So, he had surgery to fix the damage, causing Brock to potentially be sent stateside. He wasn’t the only injured, Clay had a concussion and sprained ankle, along with a bunch of cuts and bruises. 

He shook his head, trying to figure out how to get Trent to let him out of here. “C’mon, I’m fine! I have a skype call to get to, and I don’t want to worry Y/N.”

This stopped Trent in his tracks, which was... odd, to say the least. What was even weirder was when Trent just instantly left the medical tent, without a word to anyone.

Clay looked at Brock, his stretcher  directly across from Brock’s, and asked, “Is he okay?”

Brock shrugged, wincing as he felt the stitches stretching, “No clue.” He sighed, tapping his fingers as he waited for the doctor to come and tell him whether he’s going home or if he’s staying with his brothers.

Trent came back a few minutes later, giving Brock his laptop and headphones, nodding to him. Brock took it, confused as to why he’d do this for him. He didn’t get to ask him, though, and Trent left to go check on his boyfriend, who was too stubborn to get checked out in the med tent.

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The time came, time for you to face the music. You had came back from getting a snack and some water, when the call came through. You grinned when you saw him, but it instantly faltered when you realized he wasn’t in his hooch.

“Hey baby,” he answered smiling widely when he saw you, Cerb, and Whiskers on the couch together “They still aren’t leaving you alone?” he chuckled, sighing when he realized you were staring at him, worried. “Y/N, I’m okay,” he said, sighing once more when he saw you shake your head.

“What happened?” you whispered, not trusting your voice in that moment. Why didn’t anyone call you? Hell, why didn’t Trent or your Dad of all people call you and tell you he was hurt?

He shook his head, smiling gently as he explained, “Mission gone wrong, your dad and Trent are okay. I asked them not to call you, I knew we were going to be talking. I’m okay, Y/n, already had surgery to fix the damage, just waiting on the doctor to come tell me if I’m going home.”

You shook your head, trying not to let the tears fall as you listened to him speak about what happened. “They should have contacted me, B. Where?” You asked, knowing he knew what you meant. He panned the camera to his lower chest, then to his abdomen, and then to his right shoulder. Seeing the sutures only made you want to cry more, you had been so close to losing him.

“Hey,” he said quietly, shaking his head, “It’s okay, you can cry if you need to. Much rather focus on what’s going on at home rather than focusing on the injuries.”

You wiped the tears away, taking some deep breaths in order to calm down. He was alive, talking to you. You went to speak, but the doctor interrupted, giving him the news that he was going home so he can do rehabilitation on his shoulder after he heals from his other injuries. You quickly chucked your original plan out the window, deciding that you would tell him in person instead.

Brock nodded, thanking the doctor before he left, before turning back to you. He smiled gently, asking you, “What were you about to say?”

You shake your head, leaning on Cerberus for comfort. “Nothing, B. I’m glad you’re coming home.”

He nodded, although he didn’t believe you, not fully. You had this look on your face, one that told him you were nervous or scared. “In your email, you said you needed to talk about something important?”

Again, you smile, shaking your head. “No need, I’ll just wait until you’re home.” He didn’t look convinced, so you rolled your eyes and said, “I promise I’m okay. It’s important but it’s not bad, and it isn’t something that can’t wait until you’re home.”

Brock didn’t like it, but he accepted that answer for now. The rest of the sky call consisted of talking about his injury, how Cerberus has been adjusting to civilian life, work for you, and the team until it was time for them to hang up, as they were getting ready to transport him.

“I love you, B,” You tell him, smiling gently, your heart aching because you had to say goodbye.

“I love you too, Sweets. See you in a few days,” he smiled, waving at you before hanging up, leaving you to try and come up with a plan on how to tell him about the babies.

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While Brock was being prepped for transport, Full Metal has been tasked with packing up his hooch so his personal items can go with him. He was almost finished, checking every nook and cranny to make sure he got everything when he finds a box. 

A ring box.

His heart instantly stops, falling through his chest into his ass, when he sees it. He opens it up, confirming his suspicions. A wedding ring was sitting in the black box, and if it wasn’t for his kid, he would be impressed with Brock’s taste. He sits on the bunk, the ring in his hand as he tries and keeps calm. He should be happy, right? Brock is a good man, he treats you well, you’re happy. So, why does it feel like he’s being stabbed repeatedly?

He puts the ring in Brock’s bag, bringing it to the plane where Brock is flying out, then going to find Trent for some comfort.

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A little under two days later, your boyfriend was stateside, ending up in the Naval hospital until he was well enough to go home. You met him at the tarmac, taking Pepper and bringing her home, before going to the hospital, armed with his favorite sweets and his surprise.

You just hoped this wasn’t the beginning of the end.

You slowly walked through the corridors, moving towards the elevators to go to the floor he was staying, your heart rapidly beating from anxiety. Your palms were sweating, causing difficulty for you to hold onto the bags. Your stomach wanted to revolt against you, though you weren’t sure if that was the situation or the morning sickness plaguing you.

You walk to his room, a little afraid to go in, so you just stand in the doorway, watching the rise and fall of his chest. You took a minute, collecting your bearings, before you walk in, setting is treats on the bedside table.

He grins when he sees you, sitting up to gather you in a massive hug, wincing as he does. You sit up straight, running a hand through his hair and whispered, “Welcome home, B.”

He shakes his head, “How do you get more beautiful everytime I see you?” he asked, causing you to laugh. He takes you in, elated to be with your for the first time in almost eight weeks. He sees the purple gift bag in your hand, and raises his eyebrow, asking, “That for me?”

You nod, trying hard not to throw up. “Yeah,” you hand it to him, “Open it.” You put your hands in your lap, trying to take deep breaths and watch him carefully open the gift.

He looks at you confused, before digging into the back. He first pulls out a grey and cream striped sleeper, with monkeys and bananas on the front. He looks puzzled, why are you giving him baby things? 

He pulls out the pregnancy test, and he just sits there in shock. You began to panic even more, why was he so quiet? Oh my god, he’s angry, he doesn’t want to be a dad, etc.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked, disbelief in his voice. You nod carefully, motioning for him to pull out the other item in the bag, an ultrasound picture of both babies, labeled “A” and “B”. His eyes widened, his jaw dropping in disbelief.

“Um,” you said after a few moments of silence, letting him process for a moment. “I’m nine weeks along,” you offered as information, grabbing your phone and pulling up the video.

He nodded, staying quiet for a few more moments. “Is this what you were going to tell me?” He asked, finally breaking his silence. When he saw you nod, he carefully put everything back in the bag, before pulling you in for a bone crushing hug. “We’re having a baby… two babies,” he whispered in your ear, causing you to smile.

“Yeah, we’re having two babies,” you confirm, laughing a little when he broke away, lying back with a huge smile on his face. “You want to hear the heartbeats? I took a video…” you offered, smiling gently as he nodded.

The video played, hearing the two distinct hearts beating at a normal rhythm. You were always so amazed at that video, reminding you what was happening inside of you. You look at him, kissing his cheek as you saw him get visibly emotional hear his babies’ hearts beating for the first time.

He smiled, placing a hand on your stomach. He then asked, “Who else have you told? And when do we want to tell people?”

You sighed, brushing a hand through his curls. “Trent was there via Skype when I took the tests, him, you, and I are the only ones that know.”

Brock nodded, finally understanding why Trent had gone out of his way to grab his laptop so he could Skype you a few days ago. “Tell them when they get home?” He asked, smiling when he seen you nod.

You snuggled into his good side, enjoying laying with him again, even if only for a few minutes. You both talked about the babies more, with plans for the future, excited for your new addition.

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Six Weeks Later

Today was the day, Bravo was finally coming home after thirteen long weeks of being away. You were almost sixteen weeks along with your babies, and you were so nervous to tell your Dad, and the team. You were finally getting over the nausea, thankful Brock had been around for the past six weeks to help you with everything.

He rolled over. wrapping his arm around you, stuffing his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to laugh lightly. “Morning B,” you say quietly, taking his hand and bringing it up to kiss it. 

“Morning,” he mumbled, his breath tickling you. You brought hand up to play with his curls, listening him grumble incoherently. You shake your head, waiting for him to look at you. “You ready for today?” he finally asked, his beautiful eyes meeting yours.

You shook your head, “Ready for my dad to lose his mind? No, not really,” you smiled, bringing your head towards his, kissing him lightly. He broke away, rolling out of bed to move to your side, helping you up. He left to go get breakfast ready while you got showered and dressed, trying to find something to conceal the very obvious baby bump.

You two drove to the airfield later in the morning, seeing everyone’s families for the first time in a while. He draped an arm around your shoulders, sensing your nervousness. “It’s gonna be alright, sweets,” he said quietly, kissing your forehead, but it didn’t help, the anticipation continued to grow. 

They were finally home, walking off the plane and onto the tarmac. You waited patiently, smiling at the others as they came and gave Brock hugs, thankful he was doing well and was coming back to the team soon. 

Eventually Full Metal and Trent walked off the plane, Trent walking slightly behind him, grinning as he saw you, Brock, and your bump. Your dad was delighted to see you, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw your bump.

“No...” he said, shaking his head,

“Surprise?” You smile, giggling as you could see the gears turning in his mind.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked, moving to hug you, internally dying inside at the thought of anyone calling him grandpa.

You nod, showing him the ultrasound. He looked confused, looking to Brock and asking, “So you can knock them up with two babies, but you leave your ring to propose to them with overseas?”

Brock looked at you and him confused. “What are you talking about? I didn’t leave a ring overseas.”

Metal looked at him, rolling his eyes, “Bullshit, I packed your shit. There was a ring box in your stuff.”

Brock smiled, shaking his head, “That ring isn’t mine, I was holding it for someone.”

“Who?” You asked, having a  feeling you knew where this was going. You saw Trent looking nervous, and grinned.

“Mine,” Trent spoke quietly, looking at all three of you.

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Hide Away || A Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader Imagine ~ Flufftober, Day 2

Prompt: Sneaking Out Together

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TW: none!

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“Our spot, 15 minutes?”

You could have laughed if it wasn’t so cliché. You meet boy, fall in love with boy, have to keep the relationship a secret because your father would rip him to shreds and spread his remains across the ocean as fish food.

You look at him, raising your eyebrow as he tries not to stare, shaking your head as he laughs at something your step-dad had told him. You excuse yourself, walking into the house and out the front, walking down the street a little before finding the park, aka “your spot.”

You waited another fifteen minutes before you see him, jogging towards you with Cerberus, causing you to grin. He kissed you passionately, a hand cradling your head. You moaned into his mouth, your hands resting on his back. You laughed as Cerberus barked, causing you two to break away. 

Brock guided you over to a spot by the picnic tables, a blanket and a picnic spread of fruits, sandwiches and drinks already laid out for you two. You laughed, pleasantly surprised by how romantic he could be.

“You did all of this?” you ask, raising and eyebrow as he shrugged, guiding you to sick, handing you a drink before grabbing one for himself.

Brock replied, his gorgeous blue eyes meeting yours, “Had a buddy set it up, decided we needed time to ourselves while everyone else was preoccupied. We’ve got about...” he checked the time, “twenty minutes before they come looking for us.

You grinned, shaking your head as you plopped a grape in your mouth, taking his hand. “Thank you,” you spoke quietly as he kissed your knuckles.

“Anything for you, Y/N,” he smiled, grabbing a chocolate covered strawberry, holding it for you to take a bite.

You spent the next twenty minutes in bliss, spending time with your two favorite boys before you pack up, walking back to the house before anyone could see you. Before you went back in, though, you stole another kiss, whispering that you love each other before pretending that you barely know each other, so no one became suspicious.

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To Deploy, You Go || A Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader Imagine

@peaches-1999​ requested (via messenger): “So I have question about Meet my father can you do a part 2 were they go on deployment and the reader crys “

For @rebelwrites​ fanfic friday (sorry this is going to be so late)

Meet My Dad (part one of the series)

A/N: Listen I love this concept and the first one was fun to write, so I figured I’d continue it, maybe make it a series (if anyone is still interested)

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TW: alcohol, deployment, tears

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Ah, the pre-deployment barbecue. It was one of your favorite traditions Bravo has done over the year, mostly because it’s usually family-friendly and you got to see everyone in one spot. This year was different, though, as it was the first time you and Brock came together.

The team found out a couple days after you introduced him to your dad, as Trent and your dad wouldn’t leave Brock alone. God, you were pissed when you found out about the lye. You’re a grown up, you can date whom you please!

The alcohol was flowing, Sonny had finished with the ribs and brisket, and everyone was now around the fire pit. Trent and your dad was making eyes at each other, which always cause you to laugh a little, their teammates were  oblivious to their love. 

You were in Brock’s lap, with Pepper laying beside the chair, Cerberus right beside her. You loved watching them interact, both of them being so excited to see each other again since Jason took Cerb in.

It was Sonny who suggested beer pong, but instantly you beg Brock to be on your team. He finally agreed, getting up with you and walking over to the table, where Rebecca and Clay were setting up the cups. 

First round was between you and Brock’s team and Lisa’s pairing with Sonny. Sonny, of course, was talking shit until you continuously beat his ass at playing beer pong.

“How’d you get so good at this?” Your dad asked, eyeing you suspiciously.

“You really want to know?” You teased, a playful glint in your eye. You laughed when he thought for a moment before shaking his head, walking off to find Trent and gripe to him about his kid being a partier during college,

After a few hours, everyone who wanted to had a turn playing beer pong, and thanks to Trent and your dad’s skills, you were properly tipsy. Problem was, you hung onto Brick like he was the forbidden fruit tree when you were drunk, so you were much more comfortable than earlier. 

You kiss him passionately, his hands going to your waist while yours find his hair. You break away for only a moment, letting you take a breath. Before you went back for more, you hear him whisper, “Let’s go home.”

You nod, letting him go start the car and put Pepper in her kennel while you went to find everyone and say goodbye. Dad was the last one you found, and you gave him the biggest hug imaginable.

“I’m gonna see you tomorrow boo bear, you don’t have to squeeze me this tight,” he laughed, rubbing your back until you backed away.

“I know, just gonna miss you,” you said softly, smiling at him. Eventually you sighed, nodding as you bid him goodnight, walking back to the truck and going home, spending the rest of the night letting Brock know just how much you’re going to miss him the next three months.

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It’s Deployment Day.

You always hated this day, the day when your dad left for three months of danger, and limited contact. To make it worse, this was your first time Brock is going to be away from you for a long period of time since you started dating.

You didn’t get up right away, instead cuddling closer into your boyfriend’s arms, hearing him chuckle as you did so. You always felt so safe with him, like the world didn’t exist as long as you two could stay like this.

“We have to get up soon,” he whispered, causing you to groan. He laughed lightly, kissing your forehead before you nodded, sighing.

“You sure you have to leave today?” You asked rhetorically, pouting as he nodded.

“‘M sure. Only for three months,” he said quietly, studying your face before reaching down, kissing you on your lips gently, adding more passion as your hand finds his neck, pulling you into him.

Sighing, you finally let go, nodding as he stood up, grabbing your hand as he lead you to the shower, wanting as much time with you as possible before he left.

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The Naval Airfield Oceana, five miles from the shore. You can almost taste the salt in the air, which is generally comforting. Never is on this day, though.

Nothing is.

You get out of your car, Pepper and Brock following behind. You saw almost everyone else was there already, saying goodbye to their families.

You hugged Brock, desperately not wanting to let him go. You heard him chuckle, your grip so tight you were almost hurting him. Tears rolling down your cheek, you felt his grip tighten to comfort you. “It’s okay, only for three months,” he comforted you, whispering into your ear.

You nod, stifling a cry as he lets you go, using his thumb to wipe your tears away. “I love you, sweets,” he said, smiling as he used his stupid nickname for you, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“I love you too,” you whispered, stretching up to kiss him, his hands resting at your hips, pulling you into him. He broke away, keeping his face close to yours, you running a hand through his curls.

He smiled, “I’ll email you as soon as we land,” he said, kissing you once more before backing away. You nod, letting him go so he can walk on the plane. You then walk over to your Dad, who was talking to Trent.

“You two better behave while you’re away,” you teased, smiling at them as you came closer. Your dad brought you in for a deep hug, squeezing tightly before kissing you on the temple, letting you go so you could hug Trent.

“You know the drill, keep Whiskers company and take care of yourself,” your dad reminded you, his way of telling you he’ll miss you while he’s gone.

“I will,” you laugh, shaking your head at his roughness. He hugs you once more, this time whispering, “I love you, kiddo.”

“I love you too, Dad. Please be safe,” you whispered, hugging him tightly, smiling as he let go.

You waved as they nodded, walking away to get onto the plane. You held back tears, watching as the plane took off, taking away your dad and the man you loved, hopefully not forever.

You would never know how close you were to losing them all.

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Rule One: No Coffee

kobababy asked:

If you write x reader stuff can you write one like the story of metal giving Brock coffee? But calling his girlfriend (S/O) to deal with him being hyper? If you don’t then just ignore this

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You know your boyfriend is getting home today, you just don’t exactly know when. 

Only thing that mattered was a Gucci deployment which meant he was safe and wouldn’t be hurt. 

The phone ringing drew you from your sleep, groaning as you answered “Hello?” you yawn, holding the phone to your ear. 

“Come get your boyfriend!” Sonny shouts annoyed, you wince at the loudness, ending the call groaning “The fuck did you do now Brock” you sighed, getting up to get ready. 

You arrive on base, you aren’t Navy so you remain in the visitors car park, climbing out the truck and leaning against the hood. Sonny and Clay come out complaining, Metal is smirking, Jason looks done, Trent looks like he’s going to murder Metal, Blackburn is making a quick escape into base, Ray looks so done. 

Where was he? 

Oh 

Cerb is whining and comes running up to you, you kneel down to pet the Malinois, and decide to go hide behind you. This only happened when one person was hyper. 

“There's my angel!” Brock exclaimed, running up to you, the sweat is soaking his shirt, he’s grinning, bouncing on the balls of his feet “Want to go for a run? Let's go for a run!” 

“He's run O course 6 times now!” Trent calls over. 

That's all you needed, you sigh watching your boyfriend doing sit ups now, it was going to be a long night. “Come on Brock” you smile, as he jumps up, towering over you as he kisses your forehead “What's the plan for this evening?” he asks excitedly. 

“Well...I wanted to go home and sleep, you can run on the treadmill or take pepper out” you suggest, wrapping your arms around his neck “or, or, or” he says “We could play some video games, go out for a run, go a hike!” he says, causing you to groan “Brock, I’m exhausted, I’ve been working back to back shifts all week and just want to sleep” you pout, as he moves out of your grip, before sprinting to one side of the parking lot and back. 

Eventually you get him home, he’s on the treadmill, you go to the couch and collapse on it, groaning, the exhaustion was gripping at you and you felt yourself being pulled into the land of sleep. 

You hear Brock walk over, leaning down and kiss your cheek before placing a blanket over you, before you fully fall asleep you hear him whisper “come on Pepper, Cerb let's go for a run!”

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Jealousy || A SEAL Team Preference

Anonymous requested: “Could you do a hc for the seal team boys on what they are like when they get jealous? You can choose whichever guys you are comfortable with 😄”

A/N: I know the gif doesn’t match but it’s so hard to find one of all of them! Therefore Cerberus is gonna be the gif for all seal team preferences that involve more than sonny/clay or jason/ray. So I decided on everyone except Ray, I can’t picture him without Naima. I also can’t picture Sonny with anyone other than Lisa now buuuut AJ Buckley is pretty so writing Sonny comes easy to me.

Characters: Sonny, Clay, Trent, Full Metal, Jason, Brock, Blackburn

Tw: possessiveness, violence?

Sonny: Sonny will fight anyone he thinks is hitting on their significant other. Honestly i doubt he would even give them much warning. Maybe once, which sounds whole lot like “Get the hell away from them,” but then if they don’t back down he’s throwing a punch and getting into a barfight. Other guys in the bar would have to pull him off of the person. But then again, if the person hitting on his S/O was a woman, he might just yell at them a lot. He doesn’t seem like an equal-opportunity brawler when it comes to the sexes, he was probably raised on the notion to never hit a woman.

Clay: Clay just seems like the type to be extra in the PDA department if he gets jealous. No violence, no threats, he’ll just throw his arm around you, grab your ass, and kiss you in front of everyone. He’d rather reassure himself, and make sure to show everyone else in the bar that you’re his than possibly get a reprimand for fighting.

Trent: He seems more introspective than anything. Him getting jealous would be more about his insecurities in both himself and probably his role in your relationship. So he’d wait until you inevitably turn whoever down and until you’re home to have a conversation to make sure you weren’t thinking of leaving him, that his mind was playing tricks on him.

Full Metal: Full Metal? Jealous? The man has straight up murder vibes, he takes one menancing look at whoever is hitting on you and they stop, instantly. You kind of just have to laugh at it, since Full Metal is nothing but a big puppy when he’s home with you.

Jason: He’s very passive-aggressive, saying that you should go to your new significant other after you turn down the other person. You roll your eyes and you two will probably argue, but that’s how Jason is, he hates showing his true feelings so he picks and picks and tries to push everyone away, even when what he needs is support and to be reassured that you only have eyes for him.

Brock: I feel like he would see the person chatting his significant other up, and him just going up to them and putting his arm around you, and calling you by a pet name so the person gets the hint. If that didn’t work, he’s probably mention that he has a war dog he could sick on them if necessary, and that usually scampers them off.

Blackburn: Eric Blackburn doesn’t get jealous. He’s secure enough in himself and his relationship with you to know that you wouldn’t cheat on him, and even if he did he knows that’s on you, not him. He’s a grown ass man, he says, and he won’t take cheating bullshit.

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85 ➺ “How often do you run into ghosts?”  “Quite often, seeing as I am one.”  “Do you all get along?”  “Ha, no.”

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You’re standing staring at him, unsure of what to say, what to do but he doesn’t even seem to see you, he walks right past you. Clay Spenser, the man you had planned on spending your life with, then he left you, he did it via email, while he was deployed.

“How often do you run into ghosts?” Sonny smirked, sitting across from you, he’s your best friend, even though Clay broke your heart, Sonny didn’t leave you, he stuck by you.

You giggled “Quite often seeing as I am one” your e/c eyes track Clay as he wraps his arm around Rebecca's shoulders. A sigh escapes your lips, and Sonny places a shot in front of you “Do you all get a long?” you asked him, looking at the team who seemed to be avoiding Rebecca and Clay, making excuses to avoid her and join you and Sonny.

Jason was the one to laugh “Ha, no” he smirks sitting on the stool beside you, Ray sat beside Jason, Metal and Trent stood on the opposite side of you, talking about something. Brock soon joined looking fed up.

Clay excused himself from Rebecca walking over to the team “Guys whats going-- Y/N” he said, staring at you, he can’t stop staring, taking in your appearance, how the light created a halo around you.

You were about to say something when your phone buzzed “Nice seeing you guys but gotta go” you mumbled getting up, giving each of them a hug then looked at Clay “Spenser” you state, before leaving the bulkhead.

“Clay” Rebecca said, but Clay shook his head, moving after you. He made a mistake, one he wanted to undo.

Sonny smirked “See here Miss Rebecca, Clay is going after a real woman” he states.

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Date Night || A Seal Team Preference

Anonymous Requested: “Ooo you’re doing preferences! Can you do a seal team preference on how y’all first meet and/or what a typical date night (or off day cause let’s face it they get spun up a lot) would be for y’all”

A/N: I’m doing everyone for this one, i think? Hope you enjoy it! PS: totally doing one for how you all meet later I just now realized it said that. Posting on mobile, will fix format later!

TW: Mentions of alcohol consumption.

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Jason: His perfect date would be an ice hockey event. He loves Hockey, he wants to share that love with you, plus the environment is light and the task is something you two can both focus on enjoying. Plus, cheap, good food and beer, and you get to watch him be excited for something again.

Ray: A picnic in the park would be a perfect date to Ray. It’s private, but out of the house, and you two can enjoy the day while eating food you brought and drinking whatever you feel like. You two can chat, maybe read or do some art of you wish, and it would just be a day Ray would consider picture-perfect.

Sonny: Going to a barbecue place, swearing up and down Texas does it better, and then the bar to get some drinks and play some darts. This way you two can get to know each other, talk, while having a little competition to spice things up. He prefers to keep the environment casual, he’s more comfortable that way, and it keeps everything nice and calm.

Trent: So, Trent’s a giant nerd. A Perfect date in his eyes would be staying home, ordering food and having it delivered. He would then want to watch a couple movies, whether it’s Star Wars or comic book movies. He likes having something to focus on and calm the chaos in his mind, and action/chaotic movies are a part of that. Also helps that in this scenario, he can hold you as close as you want him to, and just be in each other’s company.

Brock: perfect date for Brock would be outdoors. I imagine if he’s not on base he’s out with Cerberus and Pepper, he’d still want to be on an adventure somewhere. He seems like the hiking type, so he might take you on a trail in the Appalachian Mountains and go to a lookout for a picnic.

Clay: A perfect Date with Clay would be a wine & dine. He’d want to treat you for putting up with him and his job on a daily basis, because of past relationships he knows that it isn’t easy. He also likes the atmosphere, while it’s not usually where he goes, is quiet and calm and he can just focus on you. Full Metal: This is going to sound weird, BUT I think a uncork & create type deal would be the best date for you and Metal. It would give you two a chance to explore your creative side, while also giving him something to do, because an idle Metal is never a fun time. Afterwards you two could go out to eat and talk, but a date with Metal would be more about enjoying each other’s company than anything.

Eric: Eric would be very traditional, so a dinner and a movie would be the best date for you two. He’d take you to a little café he’d been to when he first moved to Virginia Beach, and enjoy the chatting and people watching it would bring. He’d then take you to the movies, seeing something you both have wanted to watch, and buying whatever refreshments you think you’d need during (because, really, who can watch a movie with no popcorn?), and enjoy each other’s company.

Lisa: Again, this is going to sound weird, but I imagine a beach date? Like just going to the beach for the day, playing in the water together or sunbathing. Going to the street vendors for lunch and then going to the boardwalk in the evening after you two go home and shower, getting the sand out of your hair. You’d be able to see the sunset on the water that way, and it would just be a romantic and fun day.

Mandy: A quiet bookstore date. I imagine it’s one of those you hear about all the time where you go to a bookstore, preferably not a chain, after having some coffees and buy books for each other to read. Afterwards you could go somewhere quiet, whether the park or either hers or yours, and then just read the books together.

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CHAPTER 4

Are deployment was over and we're all on the plane heading home. When Jason started passing out the beers we all opened them

"Cheers to Addi's first deployment," Jason said

We took a of our beers and started talking, I was wearing one of Clays hats backwards

"Im ever going to that back," Clay asked

"Maybe," I said

"She does look good in it," Sonny said

When the plane landed Clay grabbed my hand which wasn't new to any of us what so ever

"Do I get my hat my hat back," Clay asked

"No," I said

"Come on," he said

"No," I said

"I thought you loved me," he said

"I do but I like this hat," I said

We all went to our cars Clay taking me to mine

"Thanks see you bulkhead," I said

"Yep," he said

I started my truck and left base

"Addison," Sonny said

Walking into the apartment

"Yeah," I said

"Whats up with you and Clay," he said

"Nothing," I said

"Huh," He said

"What there is nothing there," I said

I went into my room and changed

"Not wearing Clay's hat," Sonny said

"Nope," I said

We headed to bulkhead and joined the team and started talking

"Wheres Clay," I said

"He'll be here," Jason said

I felt arms around me when I went up to the bar I grabbed the guys arm and spun around

"Oh my God Clay," I said

"Hey," he said

"I'm so sorry," I said

"No shouldn't sneak up on a navy seal," he said

He grabbed my hand and we walked over to the team

"And your sure there's nothing happening here," Sonny said

"There's nothing happening," I said

"Yeah just too best friends," Clay said

"Yep," Ray said

"Okay new challenge," Clay said

"Okay," I said

"Lets how mean shot we can do in a minute," Clay said

"Oh so on," I said

I went to get the shot once I got back I gave us and even amount of shots

"Okay timer set for minute," Ray said

"Lets go," Clay said

As Ray hit the start button we started drinking them, the timer went off right when we finished our last shots

"Danm," Sonny said

"I can probably out drink you," Clay said

"Oh so on Spenser," I said

"Who babysitting tomorrow," Jason said

"I will," Sonny said

After two hours I hit my limit and so did Clay

"Okay let's go," Sonny said

We went back mine and Sonny apartment with Clay. Me and Clay fell asleep on the couch together

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Brock Reynolds Masterlist

SMUT:

Smutty Alphabet ~ Brock Reynolds Edition***

Brock x Carter!reader series

Meet My Dad 

To Deploy, You Go

Positive Change

Hide Away (Flufftober)

Headcanons

Dating Brock Reynolds 

Fluffy Alphabet 

Brock Reynolds drabbles

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Positive Change || A Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader Imagine // thank you so much!! It’s even better than I could’ve imagined

Aww, yay! I’m glad you liked it!! I’m sorry it took a while, it sat almost finished in my drafts for over a month lmaooo

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I would love for you to make a series out of your Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader fics…there just aren’t enough fics with Brock as focus

I’ll gladly make it a series! Any suggestions on what to write for it next?