Willem Dafoe, Charlie Sheen and Tom Berenger in the film "Platoon" (1986)
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Willem Dafoe, Charlie Sheen and Tom Berenger in the film "Platoon" (1986)
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from Assateage State Park, MD 📍💌
Bring it on home to me jr 🪖🏡📻❤️
FMJ- Animal Mother leaving for Vietnam
“Goodbye Sweetheart, Hello Vietnam”
🏙️💧🪖🧳 🗺️
𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲
˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ warfare ⋮ Erik x f!reader ⋮ dad!Erik ⋮ fluff ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
bc i saw Will poulter w a baby in his arms 🥹
𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
you don’t remember the pain. you know it was there, because the nurses kept telling you to push, because your fingers still remember clutching the sides of the bed. but what you do remember is Erik
you remember the way he stood frozen at the foot of your bed, eyes locked on the tiny, squirming baby in the nurse’s arms, his mouth parted slightly. he looked almost in awe as if he couldn’t believe what was happening was real
the nurse handed him the baby, bundled up, and Erik hesitated just for a second before pulling the newborn close
you were still catching your breath when they helped Erik sit into the hospital chair beside you, shirt off, chest bare. he looked at you, soft eyes, almost like he was asking for permission and you gave him a small nod. he pressed your son gently against his chest, skin to skin, cradling the baby
“Hey…” Erik whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of the baby’s head
a tiny hand, curled around his much bigger finger
you watched them from your bed, that image would live in your mind forever. Erik sitting there, bare chest, your baby nestled against him like he belonged there
and deep down, you knew, you knew by the way Erik looked at him, eyes wide and teary, as if the world had just given him something he never thought he deserved. you knew, without a doubt, that they’d be inseparable
and you were right
your son turned out to be the biggest papa’s boy. he never wanted anyone else. he wanted Erik to hold him, Erik to carry him, Erik to feed him, rock him, nap with him. you? yeah you were loved, but when Erik walked into a room, your son perked up and wanted to be with him
Erik never minded, not once. he carried your son around, always one hand up against his small back, the other lifting him from beneath.
and when your son started speaking?
“Dada.”
that was it. dada, dad, daddy
morning, noon, and night, it was all he said. looking for him when he wasn’t around, arms stretched up whenever Erik passed by. even when Erik came back sweaty, tired, sometimes from training or deployments he never turned him down. he’d scoop him right up and hold him close, letting his little boy fall asleep tucked against his chest.
and whenever your son scraped his knee, Erik was there, he’d scoop him up, press his lips to the top of his messy hair, and whisper “you’re okay. I got you”
on sick days, when he couldn’t sleep unless he was curled up against someone, it was always Erik holding him through the night, resting his chin on the top of his small head
even on the hard days. the tantrum days, the loud, everything is wrong days, Erik never lost his patience. he’d kneel down, speak gently, always tried to understand before reacting. he held your son the same way he held you when you were at your lowest
Tonight it was one of those quiet, late family nights. you were tucked into the corner of the couch, Erik’s head warm and heavy on your thigh, and your son sprawled out on top of him, cheek smushed against Erik’s chest, one arm resting lazily across his torso. the movie had just ended finally, and the credits rolled slowly
you and Erik had both tried to warn him
“this one’s really long” you’d said earlier, brushing your son’s hair back as he looked up at you. Erik had added “there’s no way you’re going make it through the whole thing”
but he’d pouted, really pouted and insisted, and well, neither of you could say no. so you’d given in
you stretched your arms over your head with a tired sigh, your fingers brushing through Erik’s hair as your arms came back down
he didn’t move, just turned his head slightly to press a kiss to your inner thigh before looking down
“He fell asleep” Erik whispered, there was a faint smirk on his lips and a little patch of drool darkening his shirt where your son had been resting
you smiled down at them, running your hand gently along your son’s back “we told him” you murmured
“he really wanted to watch this movie too” Erik said, his palm resting on the small of your son’s back
“you got him?” you asked softly, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway
“Yeah” he hummed, giving you a small nod
and with that, Erik placed a hand under your son’s back, the other beneath his legs, and slowly sat up from the couch, your sweet boy never even stirring. he was completely out, mouth slightly open, head resting back against his dad’s shoulder
you stood with him, walking beside Erik as he carried your son down the hallway like he was still that same tiny newborn against his chest. you opened the bedroom door, pulling back the covers while Erik gently settled him into bed, tucking him in tight
you son didn’t even blink awake just instinctively reached out and grabbed one of Erik’s fingers in his sleep
you both stood there a moment, watching him
Erik’s arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you close “You think he knows?” he asked quietly
“Knows what?” you looked up at him
“How much I love him” he said
you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder “Yeah” you whispered “he knows. you show him every single day.”
and Erik just nodded, eyes on your sleeping son
the house was quiet again.
after tucking your son in, you and Erik had climbed into bed without saying much, just tired murmurs of “I love you” and a goodnight kiss as you curled into each other. Erik wrapped his arms around you like he always did, chest pressed against your back. you drifted off quickly, with the soft sound of his snoring at your ear
until a loud, sharp panicked cry came from down the hall
you jolted awake first, heart racing. Erik stirred awake as well, groaning softly as he sat up and rubbed a hand down his face, trying to shake off the sleep. the cry came again, this time with a broken little wail that made your chest tighten
“Must be a nightmare” you whispered, turning to look at him in the dark light
Erik nodded, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed “Yeah.”
you both got up at the same time, walking down the hall, bare feet against the cold wood floors. Erik pulled you into a lazy side hug as you walked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you leaned into him without thinking
when you opened the door to your son’s room, he turned his head toward you instantly. his cheeks were tear streaked, eyes wide, bottom lip trembling. he sat upright in bed with his blanket clutched in one fist, the other rubbing his eye as more small sobs came out
your heart broke at the sight
you stepped forward, arms open, already on your way to soothe him “what’s wrong?”
“I want dad” he hiccuped, his little voice cracking as more tears rolled down his cheeks “I want daddy.”
you froze mid step, blinking. then turned your head over your shoulder
Erik was right behind you, just as surprised, his brows lifted and his mouth twitched like he didn’t know whether to laugh or tear up. he blinked, then stepped forward slowly
“Are you sure?” he asked gently, crouching down to your son’s eye level “mom might be better at making you feel better. she’s good at that right?”
but your son was already reaching out, arms lifted toward Erik
you stepped aside with a small smile, watching as Erik scooped him up and settled down at the edge of the bed, trying to fold his long legs into the small mattress space. he barely fit, knees halfway off the bed, but he didn’t care. not even a little
he laid back, pulling your son onto his chest, one hand holding him close, the other rubbing slow, soothing circles over his back
“Close your eyes” Erik whispered “It’s okay. I’m here now.”
your son let out a shaky breath, his little fingers curling into Erik’s shirt as he began to settle. his cheek pressed against Erik’s chest, right where his heart beat
that tiny bed suddenly felt like the safest place in the world because Erik was in it. because your son knew he was safe there, wrapped up in his father’s arms, where nothing bad could ever touch him
and you knew again, just like you knew in that hospital room, that no matter how big your son got, Erik would always be the one he ran to. and that they’d always be inseparable.
he can be my daddy #TUCKMEINTOBED #🍪🥛💤
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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི
1940s summertime
Me if you even care
She gets me𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
Going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married 💍💒🪖🌷
Somebody to love
Summary: Erik’s been gone a few months. You’re eight months pregnant, sick every day, and terrified he won’t make it back in time. He’s scared too—that you’ll have the baby alone, and he’ll lose more than just time
Pairing: Complicated! Remorseful! Erik x Pregnant! Alone! fem! reader.
Warnings: 18+, swearing, graphic details of pregnancy complications, mentions of sadness/ depression, marital problems due to career, mentions of sex. MDNI
WC: 3.4k
*This highlights the military life and the toll it can take on relationships, the missed milestones and the anger it can cause. It’s also nowhere near 100% accurate, don’t shoot me pls*
*It’s not meant to be a happy fic either.
。⋆manifesting a military man.𐙚₊
And I think I’m gonna miss you for a long long time….💋🪖💼🎇✉️
Featuring: Erik from Warfare
Taking a break from my regular scheduled content for Warfare
Loading from a hot LZ somewhere in Vietnam
passionate, deep, raw with heavy eye contact
Lace 🤍
I Cant Quit You Baby - Led Zeppelin
My latest find at the thrift store
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