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Th Pitt would actually get me writing again if I wasn’t so busy with school and home and work

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I really want to watch Season 7 of Seal Team but I'm not ready to. I'm going to miss the boys and Lisa.

On a scale of one to ten, how intense were the first two episodes?

They weren’t *too* intense. I would give the first episode like a 2 in terms of action-intensity but a 7 in character driven-plot, if that makes sense. It’s more of a catch-up to what happened after the end of season 6, rather than anything action-packed.

Episode two I would give a 5 on action, and also a 5 on the character-intensity, too. A lot more actual angst in this one, but it had me hooked. And then the aftermath of the action on everyone, but especially Jase and Omar, was pulling at the heart-strings.

Please feel free to message me if you want to talk about it though, I’ll happily take new seal team watching buddies!!

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God Seal Team manages to suck me in every episode and I don’t know how they do it

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Help why is Dexter Morgan so attractive

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i love watching my silly murder shows where the main guy is all like; "im a sociopath and evil" but really they're just autistic

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can you make more victor tan and jim street angst

Of course I can! I need a little more than this though, is there a specific prompt in mind?

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Can you do a story about buck his wife/girlfriend being pregnant and uncomfortable and sore? And buck helping her out? Idk just being there for her just some fluff, if you don't want to ignore this x

Absolutely!

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Don't Go Where I Can't Follow, Chapter Two || A Seal Team Story

A/N: This is Chapter two of the story that started this entire series: The Fix it! I will have the masterlist and the first chapter of the story linked! Reminder that this is set during/after the season 4 finale, and is based on the premise of Metal not dying. Pease note that I nor @bravo-four-seal-team are experts in medicine and therefore there are probably inconcistencies in this story.

TW: suicidal ideation, suicidal attempt. sex, pregnancy, vomit, alcohol use, description of medical procedures, death, near-death, code blue, domestic violence, PTSD, depression, anxiety, graphic language, mental abuse, hallucinations, blood, panic attacks, mention of miscarriage, mention of past abuse, mention of past injury, mention of disabilities, stalking, kidnapping, mention of ventilators, mention of comas, mention of past abuse, mention of stillborns, mention of rape, rape, mentions of gags/bondage.

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Chapter 1

It was easy for her to run, she could get away from her thoughts for a while, forget about the emotions, just focus on breathing, where she was going, how she held herself, she just kept moving. They all had their own ways of coping and processing the day, running for her allowed her to escape from everything. 

She was tempted to drop Adonis back to Amelia and then just go back to base, work on the things she needed to do, but she knew that would never happen, knew Amelia would be on her ass if she decided to up and vanish, like she had done multiple times when things got tough. 

She slowed down, checking her watch and seeing the time, she’d stay out for another hour, sitting on the grass she huffed, getting the water bottle she had picked up and a collapsible bowl, popping it open then filling it so the german shepherd could drink. She never took her phone with her, it was still sitting on the table at Amelia and Trent’s place, she really wished she was overseas, least she would be able to focus and keep busy, no one would complain if she didn’t eat, there were times when they couldn’t, and they could only have protein bars, which she hated, but would eat. 

The Marine soon stood up, starting at an easy pace, before picking up speed and running with Adonis back home, well back to Amelia’s. She hated having to stay at hers, always feeling like she was just getting in the way of things. Eventually, she did get back, removing Adonis’ leash and letting him inside, she followed behind, the house was dark and quiet, so she would keep quiet as well, moving silently, locking the door and moving to get water. She was now exhausted, so sleep would hopefully come easily to her. 

“How was your run? Hi Donnie! Hi baby, you have fun? Hmm? Gonna sleep with me tonight? T’s gonna kill us when we comes back, isn’t he?” She would have laughed, seeing Ash jump a foot in the air, had the face mask she put on after her shower allowed her to.

Ash would never admit that Amelia caught her off guard, but she jumped and felt her heart rate skyrocket "the run was good, Adonis was an absolute angel, I'm gonna turn in for the night" she says "I'll need to go to...the store get things in the fridge for when they return." She speaks quietly "How was your call?" She asked as she took a drink of water. As much as she wanted to toss back a glass or two of whiskey, she couldn't, she hadn't eaten, but she also was cutting down on how much she drank "You should be in bed Ames"

“Donnie’s always a good boy, aren’t you?” Adonis barked in response, his tail wagging. Amelia nodded, and he ran upstairs to her bed, jumping on where Trent usually slept and waited. 

“Call was good, Scott was asleep, Trent looked exhausted. And it’s only… 8:30. I’m gonna have a cup of tea and work on the schematic and some ideas on trying to convince Trent on turning the formal dining room, which we don’t use, into a playroom for Willow, a place to keep all the toys her auntie Ash, Uncle Scot-Scot, and her grandparents keep supplying.” She said, poking fun at how they love to spoil her daughter.

The young woman grinned slightly, she had a habit of coming back from wherever she had been deployed to with toys and clothes. 

"Well," she says "You enjoy your tea, but I'm gonna go to sleep." Really she just couldn't continue to stay awake, letting the worry eat at her, it had gotten to the point of the feeling of being hungry and gone, the water she had drunk was the only thing she had since being told about Metal.

"Enjoy your evening Amelia" she smiled to her sister-in-law before moving to the guest room.

“Night Ash, come get me if you need me,” Amelia told the young woman, but in the back of her mind she knew Ashley would rather suffer and die than as for help. She sighed, grabbing a mug and filling it up, before heading back upstairs to Adonis and her laptop, enjoying the time alone. 

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Downside of sleeping on a ship, you could hear every little noise. Voices would bounce around and stop people, the crew from getting a decent sleep. 

Metal was being woken and checked on by  medical staff, which he wasn't too pleased about, however they were beginning to prepare for transport off the ship and to a plane.

The rest of Bravo had been woken and told to go pack their gear and get sorted out. There was still some tension between Clay and Sonny, which wasn't helping matters "Think he regrets his words?" Clay asked. 

"Who?" 

"Metal" Sonny added, looking over, to the others "you know 'Chernobyl of fun' from where I'm standing none of it was fun" the Texan said as he zipped his bag closed.  

Clay nodding "Pretty sure he jinxed himself" he sighed 

Jason rolled his eyes "Yeah well someone still owes him a case of beer." The others stopping and looking at Clay and Jason "Clay did the needle decompression" Bravo one informed "First time" 

"Thought I was out of firsts" Clay smirked. Trent during this time had kept quiet "How's the family holding up?" Brock asked. Drawing the attention to Trent who still looked exhausted. 

"Amelia is trying to hold it together, Ashley I'm pretty sure is on her way to a breakdown, someone else talk to that stubborn ass of a man about calling his family" Trent huffed. 

"I'll give it a shot, but I make no promises I'll get anywhere" Jason states, Soto appearing in the doorway "Be ready to go, got word that they're sending a bird for us in the next hour." He informed them. 

The team all relaxed knowing that they were getting out and away from the ship and never needed to be on one again for a long time. "Hey Brock" Sonny smirked "You still gotta tell Metal about the fun he missed out on" 

The team laughed, while the dog handler did not look too impressed to be the one to speak up and say something.

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After Jason finally got all his stuff packed away, he made his way down to Medbay to see his brother. Jason, deep down, feels like shit that Metal got injured saving his and Clay’s asses from the RPG. Metal is his teammate now, he felt the need to protect him as such. It always hurts a little to go down and see him, just because, god, he must be in agony from the wounds he suffered. 

Jason walked into Medbay, finding Metal being poked and prodded by the nurses, trying to make sure he’s safe and stable for transport. He had to laugh at the sight, Metal looked terrified of needles. 

“Don’t.” Metal growled, then smiled politely at the nursing staff who seemed a bit afraid of him. 

That caused Jason to double over in laughter. “I-I’m sorry, Metal, but you’re afraid of needles?”

“Always have been. Pain in the ass to give vaccines to. Why are you here when they’re loading us all up on the same aircraft?”

“Trent asked someone to get it through your skull to call your family.”

Metal groaned, shaking his head. He didn’t want to talk to anyone yet, he’d rather just wait until they were all stateside and they could just see it for themselves. “Not happening, Hayes.”

“Why the hell not? Just send an email to the both of them saying you’re fine, you love them, and you’ll see them at the tarmac.” Jason huffed, putting his hands on his hips. He didn’t understand why Metal was being so damn stubborn about this. 

“Dammit, Jason. Not ready to talk to anyone about any of it, and I know my family. They won’t leave it alone.” Metal said, angry at the injuries, at his sister’s stubbornness. 

“They’re worried about you, Metal. Trent’s worried about all of you. Tell them you don’t want asked anything, not yet.”

Metal scoffed, “Yeah, like that’ll work. You met Amelia? Ashley? They’re both equally as annoyingly good at making someone talk.”

It hit Jason what might actually be wrong with Metal, why he won’t talk to his family. “You’re worried you won’t operate again. Is that it?”

“Hayes I swear to god, leave it alone.” Metal said menacingly, and it would have worked if he was able to do anything.

Jason just shook his head, and sighed, “Scott, send them the email. You’re alive, they don’t expect you to be 100%. Ashley, who I know you love, is going through some rough shit because you won’t talk to her.”

Metal sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to get the headache to go away. He finally resigned to emailing them, nodding, and shooing Jason away before everyone gets yelled at. He then sends an email to both Amelia and Ashley, before shutting down his laptop and pulling out his book again. 

This was gonna be a long flight home.

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The time it took from the ship to land, to board the plane, was already hell, especially for Metal since both Clay and Sonny had begun to quote things at him, Trent silently watching from where he sat, offering no help to his friend at all. 

They had 6 hours in the air, before they landed home. 

Trent just hoped both Clay and Sonny realised that Metal could probably kill them with the book he was holding, and was trying to finish. “Bet you totally regret the fun meter idea” Sonny grinned, Clay nodding “Got jinxed man” 

“If you like living you’ll leave me alone” Metal responded, trying to focus on the page he was re-reading for the 8th time. Trent sighed “Clay, Sonny, I got watch go sleep” he suggested, no one argued, both SEALs moving towards where they had set up so they could sleep. 

“Don’t start” Metal warned, Trent raised an eyebrow “Don’t start what? I’m sitting here keeping an eye on you” he responded, almost challenging his friend to make an excuse about what he thought he was doing. 

“You sent Jase to talk to me about emailing the girls” Metal frowned “I told you I would do it when I was ready” 

“When would that be? Once you got to a hospital stateside, where, you’d deny them entry for visiting? Or maybe you plan on shutting them out fully? You do realise your gonna be stuck with them, if it wasn’t Jason, I can guarantee, Amelia would have called Blackburn to order you to make contact” 

The look on his friend's face was enough to tell him that he got off lightly with Jason talking to him “I think you’d prefer Amelia and Ashley checking on you, rather than these guys pestering you.” he said, leaning back and crossing his arms “Won’t be long until you have to deal with Amelia worrying, she’ll be at the tarmac, your girlfriend however is gonna wait until your settled in hospital to check on you. Get some sleep.” Trent stated, removing the book from Metal’s hands. 

The unimpressed look Metal shot Trent spoke a thousand words,but Trent really didn't care at this point.

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4:30 AM. 

She’s going to kill Trent for making this her normal. Here she was, though, wide awake before dawn, Adonis sleeping peacefully where her husband should be laying. She gives him the lightest kiss on the head, and petted him a little bit before getting up to start the day. 

She first checks on her daughter, making sure she was okay before going downstairs and starting a pot of coffee, considering what to do for food since Ashley has takeout from the night before. She also needs to go to the store, get Trent some of his favorites before he comes home, it helps him get back to normal faster after a deployment. Amelia gets a cup of coffee, sits down at the bar and opens her laptop, checking her email. 

She’s received two of importance: one from Trent, saying they were on their way home and should be there by noon; and the other from Scott. She quickly opens the email from her big brother, which reads: 

“Mellie,

You need to stop worrying about me. I’m okay! As long as they have me drugged up, I can barely feel any of it. You probably just rolled your eyes at that, and if so, then mission accomplished. 

Take care of Ashley for me while I’m stuck on this godforsaken ship, and while I’m laid up in the hospital stateside. She’ll never admit it to me, but she’s probably terrified, unnecessarily so. 

Also, where the hell have my Willow pictures and videos?!? Thought you promised me at least one video and one picture a day of my little Willow tree. Yes I still call her that, and yes it’s still hilarious to me you named her after a tree. 

Most of all: Take care of yourself while I’m trapped. Know this stuff is never easy on you, even though you hide it well. Lean on your husband, dammit, it’s what he’s there for. Well, when he is there. 

Love you, stop worrying. 

Scotty.”

Amelia’s eyes couldn’t contain her tears as she read the email, she’s been trying to keep it together since she found out, but hearing from him broke the dam. She let them fall for a few minutes, everyone was  still asleep upstairs and she didn’t need to be strong for anyone in that moment. After that, though, she wiped up those tears and went on when her morning, drinking coffee and reading the news, making a grocery list, and then getting ready to get her daughter’s morning started after she got dressed.

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She was never a fan of sleeping, it's always been that way, she would nap here and there, 20-40 minutes each time. 

One thing that she hated was not knowing, she preferred having a plan, routine, so by 5am she was up, bed straightened, made to military standard like how she was taught. She began with push ups, which changed to sit ups then squats. 

She would need to eat something, so she reached for her uniform pulling out one of many protein bars she carried, opening then eating it. 

Why did they all taste like paper?

Grabbing paper from her notebook she carried she wrote down things she needed to do. 

She grabbed her toothbrush from her bag sighing slightly, she was supposed to be deploying in 24 hours, now she wasn't. Going to the guest shower room, she turned the tap on, brushing her teeth, once that was down, she grabbed a quick shower, dressed in what she had, plain sandy colour t-shirt and cargo pants, tying her hair into a bun out her face. Then pulled on her boots and headed downstairs. 

Second thing on the list, make sure Amelia was ok, see if she needed anything picked up "Morning Amelia" she said when she saw her friend "I'm gonna head out, gotta feed that kids, Void got into the main container again" she says showing her the video alert she got from the feeder "You ok?" She frowned, looking at her friend "You've been crying" she states worried, watching the woman Infront of her "Trent and Scott ok?" 

Seeing her friend nod, she raised and eyebrow "So why were you crying, don't give me that look" she warns "I know you, and know what your look when you've been in tears"

“It’s nothing, I’m fine Ash. Seriously, nothing’s wrong. Got an email from Trent, they’re on their way home, said something about them touching down at noon,” Amelia says, smiling. She’s omitting Scott’s email purposely, she doesn’t want Ash to feel like something is wrong with their relationship on purpose if he for some godforsaken reason didn’t email his girlfriend too.

Ashley shrugged "Alright, you need anything picked up? I'm gonna head out, gotta drop something at base, sort out the cat feeder, actually probably replace it, then head to the store,”  she says. 

The marine leant against the wall, checking the time "I logged out of the email account, pretty sure sitting refreshing that app was not helping my sanity." She smiles slightly, clearing her throat "Better crack on with the day. See if I can get my co to let me cover any training session while I'm stateside" she hums, picking up her keys "If you need anything call or text me, I can pick up a few things to save you rushing about"

Amelia smiled, “I’m making my grocery list now, Trent has a rough time readjusting so I try and accommodate by getting his favorites for him. Me and Willa-loo are going when they open, then it’s just a matter of getting her ready to see her Dad in person for the first time in two months. He told me last night he’s worried she’ll think he’s a stranger.” Amelia chuckled, then continued, “Hey Ash? … check your email.”

“Willow will be so happy to see Trent” Ashley grinned, glancing at the time “I will check later, once I sorted out a few things required to do” she hummed. “If you need anything, let me know, I’ll see you later at some point. Gonna be a while at Base” she huffed, walking towards the front door.

“I know that, but he’s not convinced. Bye Ash, read your email and i’ll see you at the hospital later.” Ameli said, waving goodbye to her friend and getting on with her day, starting with taking Adonis out and then getting the baby’s outfit picked out.

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Time passed quickly, and soon everyone found themselves back on home soil, the team made sure Metal was safely off the plane, jokes being shared, the team laughing and smiling, promise to visit Metal when they could, of course he did not support that idea and wanted to be left alone and not be disturbed, as Medics took over the transport to the ambulance. 

Blackburn bringing Amelia and Willow over to their family, knowing that Amelia would settle better once she had eyes on her older brother, the commander of DEVGRU looking to Bravo, congratulating them on a job well done, telling everyone to go home, while he made sure everyone had downtime until they were needed again. 

Trent grinning as he saw his wife, and his daughter, who had grown since the last time he saw her.  The rest of the team moved to their own families, but told the little family to call them, if they needed anything. 

It was always like that, when someone was hurt, or it was a fresh relationship or newborn, everyone jumped in to offer a helping hand, it was always like that. 

“Hey sailor, how was your flight?” Amelia asked, laughing as Trent dropped his bag and barreled into them, giving her possibly the biggest hug she’s ever gotten in her life. 

“Fine, full of people annoying Scott while he tried to read. Hi sunshine! Can I hold?” He asked their daughter, making a “come here” motion with his hands. He was incredibly relieved when she moved her grip off of Amelia and reached for him instead. 

“Think someone missed her Daddy as much as I did.” Amelia smiled, hugging Trent on one side while Willow was happily kicking her feet, looking around the tarmac. She waved at Scott, before removing herself from Trent and walking over to him. Trent nodded at her to go, he knew she needed to see him and he was happy to just be holding his daughter. 

Holy shit, she’s grown so much since he last saw her. 

Amelia didn’t take long with Scott, just gently hugging him and telling him she’s glad he’s alive, before she nodded to the paramedics that they can take him.  She watched them be wheeled away, before walking back to her family, beyond happy her husband was home, was safe. 

“You ready to go, love?” She asked Trent, whose entire focus was on Willow, talking to her about how big she’s gotten. 

“Yeah, can we stop by the house, let me shower and change before we go?” He asked, moving to the side of the vehicle with the car seat, putting Willow in and making sure she’s secured. 

“Yeah of course. Probably easier if we let her have her morning nap at home, let her eat lunch and then leave. Gonna text Ash, tell her he’s on his way to the hospital and we’ll be there around one.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Hey, T?”

“Yeah honey?”

“I love you, and I’m glad you’re home.”

“I love you too.”

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The second Amelia text her, she grabbed the things she knew would be needed for Metals hospital stay. It took an hour to get to the hospital.

It then took her a while to actually go into the hospital, she mostly just sat staring at the building, god she hated these places, she waited for a while so she was sure that Scott was by now in his room, probably complaining, maybe sleeping, most likely reading. 

Asking for the information, and sharing her relation to him, she made her way to the ward and then the room, taking a breath, waiting until the nurses and doctors left the room. Knocking on the door and smiling slightly “Hey” she whispered “I brought you, well things I guess you’ll need” she says, holding the bag up. 

She was surprised when he closed the book, and set it down “Have you even slept?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, Ash rolled her eyes, setting the bag down on the chair next to the bed “Few hours here and there, how are you holding up?” she asked. 

“Surviving, in a shit load of pain, but I'm alive” Metal responded, reaching out and taking Ashleys hand “Stop worrying.” 

“Oh please. We both know that I won't quit worrying about you, just like you worry about me” Ashley tuts “You know that talk.” she smirks, seeing the look of confusion cross his face “Something along the lines of, you can be heroic, but you need to deal with the consequences?” she states. 

“Ashley, don’ start” he warns, but Ashley laughed “Like I would, as much as I love you, and your need to look after the team, I need you to get better, then I’ll rip you a new one for freaking me, right, Ames says she and T will be here at one, but...I gotta bounce, finish sorting things out, but I will be back, you play nice” 

“I'm always nice”

“Only when you want to be, get some sleep.”

“You too Ashley” 

“Eh I’ll sleep when your home” 

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Coming home was always weird for Trent. He tried to spend his deployment completely focused on the present, trusting Amelia has the home front settled, so he can enjoy himself if he can and focus on getting home safely. 

That focus, however, comes with a price when he comes home. Everytime he walks through the door, for the first couple weeks, he feels like a stranger and a guest, all at the same time. Doesn’t matter the state of the deployment, home never feels like home until he gets situated again. 

This deployment is no different. Walking into the house feels foreign to him, especially since this was the first time he’s been gone for more than a week since Willow was born. Even though Amelia had cleaned before they picked him up, he still saw the toys, the playpen, not that he minded, helped him to know life went on while he was gone. 

Still, feels a little weird. 

He put his bag down in the entryway, immediately going upstairs to shower, scrub his skin raw, try to was off the stench of the ship, the memories burned into his brain. His mind kept skipping to the last mission, seeing Brock struggle with the terrorist while Ray froze. Then when he froze again in the field, only this time it was both Ray and himself in trouble. He tried to push it out of his mind, he was safe at home, with his wife and daughter. He wouldn’t be able to, though, not for a little while. 

After a while he gets out, changes into clothes that aren’t his uniform, and heads back downstairs, petting Adonis when he sees him. Amelia’s in the kitchen, the baby on her hip, making a bottle. He comes up behind them, putting one arm around Amelia’s waist and digging his face into the crook of her neck. 

“I’ll feed her, go take care of yourself,” Trent offered, letting go and backing up a few steps, letting Amelia turn around. Amelia nods, smiling and leaning her hip with Willow on it towards him, letting him grab her. She gave him the bottle once it was ready, and he went to sit on the couch, propping his feet up, laying Willow down and giving her the bottle. God she’s grown up on him, he couldn’t believe that in just two months she’s as big and strong as she's gotten. 

“I’m, uh, gonna go on a run with Adonis. He got a good one in with Ash last night but it’s been a while since it’s just been the two of us,” Amelia smiled, leaning on the doorframe, her arms crossed, Adonis’s leash in her hand. 

“Go, I got her. Gonna get some snuggling in with Willow and watch something. Have fun, and be careful.”

“We will, won’t we Donnie? Yeah? Ready to go? C’mon! Be back in like an hour.” Amelia smiled, clipping the lease to the German Shepherd and walking out the door.

Trent looked down at his daughter, her bright eyes staring back up at him. Seeing her just instantly puts a smile on his face. He tickles her leg, his fingers going up her side, then pinched her cheeks, causing her to giggle. 

Yeah, he could get used to this.

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Ashley had returned to the hospital, but never went in Metals room, standing watching him read, she was just glad he was relaxed. 

She kept out the way while staff checked on him, letting out a sigh, she moved forward, knocking once again on the door then entering when he looked over "Forgot how fast you get through books" she states leaning against the wall, allowing the nurse the room to move around and do the checks, the marine couldn't tell you what was being checked, all she knew was, her boyfriend was trying to hide the pain "Could he get painkillers or something? He won't ask, he's too stubborn" she grinned. 

Moving to sit down, making sure not to knock the side of the bed. "So, other than, these lovely injuries deployment go ok?" She asked 

"Was slow, boring, Brock got sea sick, Trent decided to research, think it was scurvy?" 

"...Brock got sea sick and he's in the Navy…" she blinked, smirking slightly "Course Trent was more worried about some weird sickness...I swear I thought he was the sane one in the family" seeing the small smile she got from the man. "Heard you managed to create a fight club and take down all of Bravo" 

The injured man chuckled "You'd think they'd know they can't beat me" he said, setting the book down "took the rest of them to tackle me down, somehow turned to the Bravo pile" 

"You get to fight Hayes? If not I want front row seats"

She was happy that Metal was talking to the, though she could see the energy leaving, while sleep tried to take hold. "Babe, rest up, it'll help the pain, when you wake up, I'll be here ok?" She said quietly, watching him nod slowly "Good, gotta get rest before your friends come crashing your peace" she hummed while she watched as the man fell asleep. 

Leaning back in her chair letting out a breath, and closing her eyes, counting to ten before going on her phone and researching some things.

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Pregnancy || A Juliet Higgins Headcanon

@you2higgybaby requested:  “ Hey I love your lists 😍 I was hoping you could pretty please write an HC about Higgy from Magnum Pi being pregnant ❤️ “

A/N: Higgy!!! I love her so much, she’s such a badass. I’m sorry this took forever and a day, but I hope you enjoy it!!

TW: Pregnancy, birth, medical procedures, nausea, vomiting, miscarriage mention

- Higgy would freak the fuck out at first. She would be staring at the test, praying her eyes were tricking her.

- She only considered ever having kids once, and that was before her fiancée had passed. Her line of work was dangerous, and she hadn’t wanted to bring anyone, especially children, into danger.

- The nausea and sore breasts were who clues that something was up. Juliet is very considerate about her health, and I imagine she tracks everything down to the last detail so she can have a log of what is going on in her body.

- She’d want to keep it a secret until she couldn’t anymore. Not only because of the possibilities of miscarriage, but because she didn’t know how to feel about it, and didn’t want the entire friend group acting like she couldn’t handle herself.

- Surprisingly, I feel like Katsumoto would be the one to figure it out first. He has a son, he knows what women are like when they’re expecting, and he can spot her more emotional demeanor and her not drinking right off the bat.

- Higgins going to Katsumoto and Kumu for advice, what to do and trying to explore how to feel about it, since they’re older and at least one of them is a parent.

- Higgins sitting down and telling Magnum after a particularly close call while on the case. He is immediately supportive, of course, but also bewildered when she starts to cry.

- Once everyone finds out, they do their best to take care of her while also giving her space to figure it out on her own. They bring her the cravings she has, holds her hair while she pukes, and takes turns going to doctors appointments with her.

- I think Higgins wouldn’t want to find out the sex of the baby until it’s born. She may be a meticulous planner, but this way it gives an extra ounce of joy for the delivery, and it gives her time to ponder on names for both sexes.

- Kumu would absolutely host a baby shower for Higgins, and have everyone bringing gifts for the new arrival. It would make Higgins feel out of sorts, since the spotlight would be on her and she prefers to be in the shadows, but she secretly loved every second of it.

- When delivering, I feel like she would immediately take the epidural. Higgins is a badass and can handle a lot of pain, but she would want it to be a relaxing and happy experience, not something riddled with pain.

- Once she delivered though, her entire life would be changed immediately. All her doubts about being a good mother would melt away, and she would love incredibly protective of the baby.

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Me: I’m gonna knit a baby blanket even though I’ve never knitted before Monday

Also me: Why did I just mess up and have to start all over

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I thought I was gonna have time at work tonight to write, but nope 😭😭😭

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Seal Team CODA || Boarding Party

A/n: This is episode 3 of the CODA series for the Trent and Full Metal series on AO3! I'm excited to be posting these characters again and writing for them! ALso this is the first time i'm introducing Elijah, Brock's boyfriend and an OC me and @bravo-four-seal-team created!

TW: pregnancy, cliff hanger at the end.

BEFORE THE OP:

“I’m pregnant,” Amelia spoke, looking over at Trent, who was getting ready for work. 

“What?” Trent asked, assuming her didn’t hear her correctly. 

Amelia looked at him directly in the eyes, standing up and walking to her. “I’m pregnant,” she repeated, swallowing down the fears she felt, trying to see how he felt. 

“Oh…” Trent spoke barely above a whisper, processing what he was being told. “Are you okay?”

Amelia nodded, puzzled by the question. “I’m fine…” she trailed off, trying to figure out how he felt about it. 

He nodded, kissing her cheek. “I got to go, I’m running late. I’ll call you as soon as I get off, and we can pick up where we left off?”

Amelia nodded, “alright,” she forced a smiled, kissing his cheek. “I love you,.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing her gently before immediately grabbing everything he needed for work, leaving to go to his truck, trying not to panic on the way to base. 

Amelia watched as he left, visibly deflating. That didn’t go how she hoped, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. 

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“Trent,” Brock called out, shaking his head when the man was zoned out, focused on cleaning his gun after having an intense session on the range. When he tapped his shoulder, though, Brock didn’t expect the man to jump like he had been tazed. 

“Sorry,” Trent sighed, realizing it was just Brock. 

“You good?” He asked, analyzing his friend, who seemed on edge. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” Trent mumbled, although his mind was anywhere other than the base. 

“Yeah sure,” Brock shrugged, not really believing his friend. “Having nightmares again?”

He sighed, shaking his head. “No, nightmares are fine. Just some… family stuff.”

Brock nodded, “Alright well, can’t let it distract you, brother.”

Trent waved him off, moving to start another session at the range, when their phones went off. Sighing, he packed up and headed inside, awaiting another mission. 

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Amelia was busy at her apartment, stress cleaning away the thoughts swirling in her mind. 

What if he didn’t want this baby? What if he never wanted kids in the first place? 

She should have seen that coming, to be honest. Look at Metal, he swears up and down he never wanted a wife or a family, that it messed up his laser focus on the mission, on his brothers. 

The thought of losing her boyfriend caused a tear to fall, though she quickly wiped away as she continued to scrub the tile flooring. She couldn’t think about that, she needed to focus on the baby, and her life, and how it would forever be changed in just 8 months. 

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Brock walked into his apartment, waiting for his boyfriend’s dog, Axel, to come get him. Sighing as he realized that Elijah and Axel were on patrol. 

He wrote a note for his boyfriend and sat it on the counter.  He then looked around the apartment, scanning to make sure his hidden gift was still in place, as long as everything else. 

He was getting anxious over his plan for their anniversary, in a few days. He had everything set up, from the speech to the moment he wanted to enact his plan. 

He sighed, heading back out the door, going to grab pizza before he was inevitably called back. 

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After the OP:

Trent stumbled into his front door, exhaustion seeping through his pores. He was practically half asleep on the way home, the OP wiping out any energy he had. 

He put his bag down in the entryway, rubbing his face when he saw Ashley sitting in the living room. “Hey kid,” he murmured, moving to sit beside her, “You Alright?”

“Yeah, shittin’ rainbows and unicorns,” she grumbled sarcastically, taking a drink of the beer she had grabbed. 

“Should get some sleep,” he murmured, taking the beer from her and taking a sip. 

“So should you,” she spoke quietly. “Your girlfriend stopped by.”

“Amelia, yeah,” Trent murmured, rubbing his eyes. “She okay?”

Ashley shrugged, “How should I know? She dropped off something on the counter, waved to me, and left.”

Trent frowned, standing up and moving to the letter. Opening it, his eyes grew wide as he read the contents. 

He grabbed his phone and sent a text to her, telling him to call her. 

“No. I’ll see you in a day or two, Trent. I love you.” She replied, tears streaming down her face.

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Thank you so much for my request!!! I very much enjoyed it.

I’m glad, and it was fun to write!!

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Misery Loves the Brave || A Jack Gibson Imagine

@tinfoilhat2719​ requested: “ Hey! Can i make a request for the newest episode of station 19 for jack Gibson? Reader and Jack are engaged and the reader is a trauma surgeon at Grey Sloan. She is with Bailey and Webber when dean comes in the ambulance and she’s worried and thinks it’s jack at first, until she sees it’s dean. she tries to comfort Jack but he distances himself from her and goes back to work. Later that night after both of their shifts he breaks down in her arms cause he’s afraid he’s gonna lose her because he lost everyone else in his life and she’s just there to reassure him it will be okay “

A/N: So this request has been sitting in my drafts for a year or two, because I never knew exactly how to start it, or how I wanted it to go. Jack is my favorite character on Station 19, and I hope to this, and him, justice.

TW: mentioned major character death

You could feel your heart in your throat as you realized what your colleague, Dr Bailey, was pointing out.

Someone was dead in that ambulance, and chances are, it could be your fiancé, or another member of his team.

You hated days like this, where you had to work on one of the members of the family you and Jack have built over the years. It always felt like someone was taking a knife to your chest, and twisting it which each sign that it wasn’t looking good for your friend, for your coworker.

You felt like you remembered how to breathe when you saw Jack jump out of those ambulance doors, relief rushing through your body. “Jack,” you spoke warmly, stopping when you saw he couldn’t look at you, he couldn’t look at anyone.

Someone you love was in the back of that ambulance... you just didn’t expect it to be Dean.

You let out a gasp when you saw the man’s lifeless body, the tube going down his throat, and the burns around his face. You looked back at Jack, moving to him, silently placing a hand on his shoulder. Unfortunately you knew he wouldn’t break, not now, not until you two were alone. “I’m so sorry Jack,” you whispered, swallowing the emotions down as he nodded, moving with you inside the building, to check on his other friends.

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Going home was a challenge for the both of you. You were dedicated to your work, and wanted to tie up all loose ends before you left the hospital, especially when it came to the firefighters you operated on that day.

But when it was time, you left the hospital, and headed home, where Jack was waiting on the porch step, unable to go inside. 

“Hey,” you smiled, moving to sit beside him, relaxing as he instantly wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He stayed quite for a while, taking in the calmness in the air.

“Everyone always leaves,” he eventually whispered, swallowing as a tear fell down his face.

“I haven’t, and I won’t,” you whispered, taking his other hand into yours. “Not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me,” you joked, smiling when a low chuckle came from the man beside you.

“Dean is... was my best friend, Y/N,” he whispered, “I don’t know what to do with him gone.”

“Honor his memory,” you spoke quietly, looking up at him. “Take care of yourself, and help out your friends, especially Vic. Be the type of man he knew you are.”

He nodded, finally letting the dam break, sobbing onto your shoulder. You moved to hug him tightly, whispering apologies over and over again, trying to comfort the man.

You only hoped this wouldn’t break him.

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Could you do either 911 or 911LS either Mateo x reader or Albert x reader where they have some fire fam even to go to but the reader doesn’t want to get out of bed and so instead they fireman carry the reader just super fluffy and sweet stuff!!! You’re the absolute best btw I’ve followed you for ages and love everything you write

aww thank you! added!

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Help Yourself First || A Seal Team Imagine

@aliceinwondwonderland asked: “Hi, i really enjoy your seal team imagines so i wanted to request something! :)

Could you write a platonic reader x seal team? Could you base it of the scene in season 3 episode 11/12 were David almost faints and they are worried about her, but then with the reader? So like the reader was roughed up during the flee and when they get to the safe house the reader does not want to take a rest, being stubborn, and then later the reader almost faints, worrying the guys and the reader allows them to look at them and rest for a bit.

I hope everything is clear and alright! :)”

A/N: Oooo a general seal team request! I have written one with all the guys in a bit! Thanks for requesting!

TW: talk of injuries, passing out, general angst, being shot at

You didn't remember anything when you woke up. You were in the back of a caravan, Metal on one side and Sonny on the other.

"Hey sunshine, welcome back!" Sonny spoke, laughing when he realized just how out of it you were.

"Where... what...?" you muttered, sitting up and feeling the immediate dizziness as you did.

"Easy," Metal said, "You got a concussion."

"What? No I'm fine," you argued, closing your eyes to focus on the pounding that felt like jackhammers in your skull.

Metal rolled his eyes, but didn't reply. He's worked with you long enough to know not to argue.

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You and the team were finally at the safe house, and were working on getting everything set up for staying there until they could be rescued.

You were getting more and more irritable by the minute, though. The boys, who are only doing it because they care, have constantly checked on you and tried to pull you away from your job.

"Enough, Clay! I'm fine!" you snapped, though when you turned around, you became extremely light-headed.

"Y/n!" you heard Clay say, but whatever else happened, you had no clue, as all you saw was darkness.

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Waking up surrounded by your team has become a major pain in your ass, you thought as you opened your eyes. This time you noticed a needle in your arm, where Trent had hooked you up to IV fluids. You went to take the needle out, and felt a hand swiftly smacking you.

"Y/N I swear to fucking christ, if you touch that needle or even think about getting up, I will tape you to the table and maybe, just maybe, remember to come get you when we're rescued," Jason threatened, smacking your hand again as you hadn't moved it away from the IV.

Huffing, you mutter, "Yes Dad."

"Good. Now rest, until Trent says you can go back to work," Jason ordered, moving to check on the others.

You grumble under your breath, until you see Trent's face. "C'mon T, I'm fine."

"You passed out, again. Y/N, stop fighting us on this," Trent spoke quietly, "Let us help you for once."

You closed your eyes, sighing as you nodded. Trent was always your soft spot on the team, he's who took you under his wing. He's like your big brother, always listening and caring for you, even teasing you on your horrific dating life. "Sorry T," you whispered finally.

"Stop apologizing," he grumbled, "You're just being an idiot."

You nodded, "Fine... but how mad is Metal?"

You smiled wildly as you heard Trent laugh, glad your attempt to make him smile worked. "You're lucky you're his superior, he would have slapped the shit out of you in the caravan," he joked, moving to recheck his supplies.

At least you know they all had your back, as annoying as they are.

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Meet The Buckleys || Evan Buckley x strand!reader

anonymous requested: “Can I please request Buck introducing Strand!Reader to his parents when they were in town and reader helping him once things turn south at the family reunion. Love your Buck x Strand!Reader content so much”

A/N: God I forgot about this request!! This is from season 4, y’all. That’s how behind I am in everything lmaoooo 

TW: yelling, fighting, Buckley parents, upset Buck

“Are you sure you want to come tonight? They’re.. a lot,” Buck asked for the fifth time in the last hour, pacing in the bedroom while you were getting ready.

“Buck,” you spoke gently, taking his hand, “I’m not going anywhere. We got this,” you smiled, trying to give him a sliver of reassurance. You felt nervous, sure, but it couldn’t be any worse than when Buck met your family.... right?

He nodded, taking a deep breath in, before entering the apartment, where Maddie and his parents were all sitting on the couch, Maddie looking relieved to see you two come in.

“Finally!” Maddie smiled, getting up and walking over to you. “I thought it was just gonna be the three of us and you two bailed!” she half joked, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Never, Mads,” you laughed, shaking her head as you could see the two siblings bickering quietly. You moved over hesitantly to his parents, waving. “Hi! It’s so nice to finally meet you, Buck has told me a lot about you guys,” you spoke politely, taking a seat next to his mother.

“Really? Well Evan has never mentioned you,” his mother spoke coldly. 

You nod, listening as Buck quickly jumped in and scolded his mother, but it was no use, you knew they were going to be difficult.

Still, you never imagined how awful they were going to be.

At the dinner, you watched as they all fought, gently holding Buck’s hand to try and keep him calm. That soon went out the window, though, when he stood up, giving a speech about how he just wished they could love him.

You stood immediately, thanking Maddie before leaving, going after him.

“Hey,” you spoke soothingly, seeing him outside the apartment building, looking as if he was going to hurl. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Proud?” he asked, laughing in disbelief. “I can’t... I can’t believe them.”

You nodded, rubbing his shoulder, “I know, I’m sorry Evan,” you whisper, “I wish I could take this from you.”

“They’ve never acted like they even gave a shit about me, why would they start now?” he asked incredulously, rubbing his face with his hands. “C’mon, let’s go home,” he whispered, taking his hand into yours. 

You nodded, though took the keys from him. “Id rive,” you spoke quietly, “and we’ll go grab some milkshakes, and maybe some snacks for a movie night,” you suggested, leading him to the car.

He nodded, “Thank you,” he spoke quietly, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. “I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too, Buck,” you smiled, leaning up to give him a peck, before getting into the car and driving off.