#erik warfare

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Girl omg I neeeeeed to see fav pics of Will! gimme the eye candy

Girl you have opened a can of worms you're not ready for! Enjoy the frankly stupid amount of photos of Will I have save on Pinterest lol

My favourite flavours of Will are bleach blonde Will and long hair Will but that may just be cause I love a mullet and a weird 80s punk vibe so much!!!!

I highly encourage everyone to reblog with your fav pics! I wanna see lol

[feral4youu]

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⤷ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

crawling back to you — The gang has finally graduated, and the long-awaited summer road trip is about to begin. But the morning you’re supposed to leave, Eddie drops a bomb that changes everything—shifting the course of your relationship, if you still have one (14k)

summer love — You and Billy were never just friends—but never quite more, either. Now that you’ve moved on, he’s unraveling. And there’s one thing you haven’t told him—yet (4k)

all i could do was cry— Loving Billy Hargrove meant surviving the fights, the passion, and the lies. But betrayal cuts deeper than bruises, and what comes out later might destroy you both (8k)

Heaven & Hell were words to me— First love leaves a shadow you never quite escape. Eddie was yours, and for a long time, he was everything. Years later, you’ve moved on with Billy, building a life that feels steady and earned, learning how to be happy again. But some chapters never close cleanly, and the weight of the past still lingers in ways you don’t expect (13.1k , hiatus)

⤷ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀꜱ

sɪɴɴᴇʀs ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

⤷ ᴊᴏᴇʟ & ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ

wicked games — You and Joel are expecting. Everyone’s excited — even Joel, or at least that’s what he says. But something’s changed. He’s quieter now, distant in a way that feels heavy. And no matter how many times you tell yourself it’s just nerves, the space between you keeps growing (1.8k)

imagination — Five years into a happy marriage with Tommy, your quiet afternoons feel steady—but a decision you made before the wedding is starting to weigh on you (1.6k)

a thousand years — You and Joel are sneaking around when you shouldn’t be—he’s a friend of your parents. It’s wrong, but you can’t stay away from each other (3.1k)

ain’t no other man — On his sixtieth birthday, Joel can’t help but feel the weight of his years. For just one night, he wants to forget the number — and with you, remember what it feels like to be young again (1.6k)

⤷ ᴀᴋᴏᴛꜱᴋ & ʜᴏᴛᴅ

until the end of time — A marriage alliance brings you to the Red Keep to bind your house to the crown. It should have been a simple promise between families. But court politics, clashing expectations, and two princes with very different views of duty quickly make it clear that some alliances are far more difficult to live with than they are to arrange (18.6k, hiatus) part two

i bet on losing dogs — There was never a question of whether you loved Daeron. Only how much you were willing to give for it. The answer was everything—until he asked for something you couldn’t survive giving (7.8k)

love me — As Baelor’s daughter, you’ve always known your life would be decided for you. When he chooses Lyonel Baratheon, you expect a distance you can live with. He doesn’t keep it. And the longer you stand beside him, the harder it becomes to remember why you ever wanted him to (32.5k) part two part three part four

in throes of increasing wonder— You and Baelor are given a second chance—one neither of you expected, and neither of you were meant to have. The first time, duty kept you apart. This time, you choose each other despite it. But when he is drawn into defending a hedge knight, you’re forced to confront how fragile that chance is—and how much you’re willing to give to keep him safe (14.9k) part two

i’d give my all — Years ago, Maekar chose another woman and you both went your separate ways, your brief love story ending before it ever really had the chance to begin. You hadn’t seen him in years and hadn’t thought much about him since, but when he sees you again, he starts to wonder if he made the right choice after all (43.3k) part two part three part four part five part six

i’m 500 miles from my home — You and Baelor were happy, with a life that felt full and secure. Then something happens, and the future you thought you had slips quietly out of reach (5.1k)

how the court you & How the wedding night goes hc

Nolite Te Bastardes Carborundorum — It doesn’t begin with death, but with absence. Fewer births, fewer healthy children, and no clear cause for it. What should be isolated becomes pattern, then expectation. No one names it a plague, but it spreads through the realm all the same. House Targaryen does not wait for answers. They treat it as something that can be managed. Controlled. Women are selected, brought in quietly and given a purpose that is not theirs to question, all in the name of preserving what remains (10.5k)

and i offered it to him, in the sept, on the altar — You came to Westeros as a foreigner and remained one no matter how long you stayed. There was always something about you that unsettled people, something they could not name without calling monstrous. Baelor loved you anyway. Perhaps too openly. And once questions begin to spread through court, that love becomes the very thing that puts you both at risk (6.8k)

you can ask the flowers, i sit for hours, tellin’ all the bluebirds— Your marriage to Aerion had finally become everything it was meant to be. You were expecting, your future had never looked brighter, and for the first time in years, you were truly happy. Then you disappeared. When you return weeks later, Aerion wants nothing more than to believe you’ve come back to him. But, the woman who came back is not quite the same as the one who left (5.8k) part two

how deep is your love? is it like the ocean? what devotion are you?—Your husband is adamant about the two of you flying to the Gullet, insisting the battle will be over before either of you has the chance to worry. You can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong, but Jace promises everything will be fine. The problem is that promises mean very little in the middle of a war (3.7k)

there’s no such thing as luck. just well placed opportunities — You were always Ormund’s prize, forever a step behind him. But what happens when you’re finally one step ahead and beat him at cyvasse? (1.5k)

⤷ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴛᴛ

i want your things in my room, i miss you all of the time —You loved Robby enough to build a life around him once. The kind of life you thought people only talked about. Then things changed slowly, and then all at once, until the man beside you no longer felt familiar. Time apart was supposed to make things easier. Instead, a series of circumstances forces the two of you back into the same room, where everything left unsaid is still waiting (12.6k) part two

you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you— Neither you nor Robby ever finalized the divorce. You simply split your lives in half and carried on as if the other no longer existed. The arrangement works perfectly—until the twins you’ve spent years raising apart find each other at camp and decide their parents need a little help (8.2k)

why must she be kept? and why in this place must she be kept? — Sent to Oldtown as Ormund’s ward, you expected nothing more than lessons, duty, and his protection. What you didn’t expect was the man beneath his pious reputation, or the way his feelings for you would blur every boundary between lord and ward (11.3k)

⤷ ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ

please, please, please — Your tour is in full swing and your situationship with Cameron Cade is already complicated enough. Then you meet Stack at an autograph signing, his niece by his side, and a moment meant to be brief lingers longer than it should (6.2k)

pour some sugar on me — You and Johnny argue over going public with your relationship.

somebody to love — 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 (3.4k)

[warfaredoll]

𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Erik × f!reader ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝

sweet smut and fluff ⸝⸝ requested ⸝⸝ shower sex ⸝⸝

warm steam filled the bathroom, fogging up the mirror as Erik stepped under the water. his body was worn and tired, every muscle tensing as he adjusted the showerhead, water getting over his shoulders and down the curve of his spine. you stood just a few feet away shivering slightly against the tile floor. bra still on, panties riding low against your hips. Erik turned, his eyes met yours mouth twitching into a small smile that was just for you

“the water’s just how you like it” he murmured, his fingertips glided down your arm, then around to your back slipping beneath the thin strap of your bra

you didn’t even have to ask. the clasp clicked open with a soft snap, your bra falling forward to bare your breasts to him. his thumb grazing beneath one breast, before he moved lower, his hands tugging down your panties. he crouched as he did it, sliding them down your thighs his cheek brushed the side of your hip

“come here.” he said as he took your hand, pulling you gently into the water with him. he stepped aside the moment you came in, letting the water come down over your shoulders first, wetting your skin and running down your back. your breath deepened as the thick warm steam of the shower reached your breath. Erik stayed just outside the spray, body slick with sweat but untouched by the water, watching you softly.

you turned, droplets clinging to your lashes. he just stood there, his gaze roaming slowly from your collarbones down the soft slope of your breasts, following the trickle of water down wherever it went. you smiled, then reached for him wrapping your fingers around his wrist tugging him gently forward. the moment your skin touched his, he softened more into it

he followed without a word, stepping into the water with you, you tilted your face up letting it soak your hair, your eyes closing. Erik just stared.. he looked at you the way he had the first time he told you he loved you like you were something so beautiful he could barely hold it in

you blinked slowly, catching him staring “you’re not going to wash?”

“I can’t stop looking at you.”

Erik never failed to remind you of how beautiful you were. you leaned forward lips brushing the center of his chest and leaving a kiss there. he exhaled through his nose, hands staying low on your waist just resting there

you reached for the soap, worked it between your palms until it foamed, then began to massage it into his scalp. Erik closed his eyes at the first touch, breath slowing, his jaw unclenching. you smiled again, fingertips moving in soothing circles working the soap through his head

he was quiet and still, letting your hands wash away everything he’d carried home with him. you washed him with love in every touch. and he melted under you, face turning slightly into your shoulder, eyes shut in pure peace

when the soap suds had been thoroughly rinsed away and the water ran clear, you leaned in close to him “done.”

he blinked dazed and warm under the stream, water dripping down his cheeks. you didn’t have time to say more he leaned down and kissed you, lips pressing to yours tenderly in a small kiss. his hands moved up from your waist, one tracing the curve of your spine, the other rising to hold the side of your face, fingers tangling gently in your wet hair as he kissed you again, deeper this time tongue sliding in against yours

you drew back slightly lips still brushing, “I thought you just wanted to shower?”

his eyes opened head shaking, “I missed this” he said suddenly but honestly. “not just touching you or being touched by you. but being close like this.

you rested your forehead against his, and his arms tightened around you, chest rising and falling against yours as the warm water poured over both of you, you moved your hands up his back.

he leaned back down to kiss you, tongue teasing in lazy strokes before he deepened the kiss. his hands slid down your back slowly, over your waist, the curve of your hips, until they found your ass. he held you there, squeezed gently, pulling you flush against him. skin to skin, wet, warm and yours.

he kissed you like he hadn’t in months, like he’d spent every second of every night away imagining this moment, counting the hours until he'd have you like this again. and then he broke the kiss with a soft gasp, breath catching like he didn’t want to stop but had to. he left another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then the slope of your neck

he moved slowly, lips trailing down your body as he sank to his knees beneath the water. kisses left on your collarbone, the curve between your breasts, more down.

further still, pausing at your belly button, where he let his breath fan across your damp skin. beads of water sliding from his hair down his forehead, catching in the lashes of his closed eyes as he kissed lower still. then he pressed his cheek to your belly nuzzling there, his hands coming up around your thighs

“I missed you so much” he whispered, voice muffled against your belly

he turned his face, kissing just below your bellybutton, then again, slower this time “you don’t even know” he murmured

your fingers slipped into his hair short, damp, hair. the buzzed strands soft against your palms and you held him there, cradled his head gently not stopping him. he didn’t rush, he wasn’t trying to rush you. his mouth brushed over the curve of your lower belly, tongue flicking out just slightly as he buried his face there

the water fell over your shoulders while he knelt, hands caressing your thighs, the insides, the backs

you sighed, a soft breathy sound that came out of you as his cheek pressed into your belly, his stubble barely scraping your skin. your hand moved gently over his buzzed hair as he tilted his head back, eyes finding yours

“I missed you too” you whispered

Erik kissed your stomach once more, then rose body sleek and shining under the shower’s stream. he moved close again, wet skin pressed to yours as he leaned down, catching your mouth in a kiss. one hand reached for yours, guiding it between your bodies until your fingers curled around him

you wrapped your hand around his cock, still wet from the shower but warm now from your grip, and he let out a deep groan into your mouth as your palm slid once slowly over the shaft. “fuck I missed your pretty little hands on me” he rasped, forehead resting against yours, the water dripping down his face and trailing along his jaw

his hips gave the faintest twitch forward into your hand, chasing the friction, while his own hand moved down over the curve of your hip. his touch was respectful still, but hungrier now fingertips brushing the inside of your thigh, teasing the softest skin, until they found your pussy

he groaned again as his fingers slipped between your folds, parting you gently, finding you wet already. “goddamn” he whispered into your mouth, kissing you again

you stroked him slow, your thumb tracing the vein along his shaft while his own fingers moved in slow circles around your clit. your thighs parted slightly and he smiled against your cheek, that small smile that always meant he loved the way your body gave itself to him

his middle finger slipped lower, between the slick folds then back up again circling your clit softly. your hand kept moving over his cock, the head flushed pink and glistening with precum as he pressed into your fist, breath coming heavier against your skin

“love it like this” he murmured, kissing your neck now his voice ragged “you touching me… me learning how to touch you again…”

your moan was quiet, his mouth pressing kisses down the slope of your shoulder. his hand never left your pussy, and yours never left his cock

he slid his hand back from between your legs, fingers leaving you wet and wanting more, you gasped head tipping back, hips moving forward trying to chase his touch

you let go of his cock, he looked at you soft eyed surrounded by the warm shower steam, his breath still ragged and his hand rose to brush your cheek thumb grazing over your lips “turn around for me.”

you turned slowly, the water falling over your back now, hair clinging wet to your neck and face. the moment your chest met the cold tile you shivered nipples hardening instantly you pressed your palms to the wall, letting your body arch slightly, presenting yourself for him

behind you heard the low sound of Erik groaning, and then his hands were on your hips again, pulling you gently back toward him. his cock slid between the cheeks of your ass first, the tip dragging against your skin as he moved it down, up, teasing tracing your pussy with it. you moaned softly as the head nudged your clit, then slipped lower, brushing against your slick entrance

he leaned forward, chest pressing to your back, his breath warm on your neck “You okay?” he murmured his voice breathy, shaking just a little. “you ready for me?”

you nodded, your voice gone for a moment “yes” you breathed

his hands tightened on your hips, thumbs pressing into the flesh there as he aligned himself and then he began to push in, slow, so slow, letting your pussy take him at your own pace

“f-fuck…” his breath hitched, lips brushing your shoulder, then resting there as he bottomed out. your pussy clenching around him

“Jesus baby” he whispered voice low and trembling. “you feel like, like fucking-” he couldn’t even finish, just groaned again, his hands caressing your waist lovleying

he stayed there for a second, buried deep, chest rising and falling against your back, his lips trailing open mouthed kisses along the curve of your shoulder while your pussy tightened around him, trying to take him deeper still

he started to move slow at first, “Fuck” he moaned into your shoulder his voice hoarse, “so goddamn good.”

his chest pressed to your back with every forward thrust, skin hot and wet against yours, you gasped with every deep thrust, the stretch perfect only stinging slightly

his hands roamed, one holding your hip, the other slipping down, fingers finding your clit again. he rubbed soft slow circles there just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble

“You’re perfect” he whispered his voice shaking now, lips brushing your ear as his hips began to move faster. “missed you so much I thought about you every night your voice, your skin, this pussy”

you clenched at his words, and he cried out softly hips stuttering “baby don’t do that feels too good…”

he kissed your shoulder open-mouthed, his mouth sucking lightly on the skin as his rhythm picked up. the hand on your clit moved faster

then his hand came down landing a soft slap to your ass, more of a soft loving tap than rough but it made your body jolt, your back arching into him

“Mmm just like that” he moaned, breath coming harder now, his pace growing more desperate but never sloppy

he kissed the back of your neck, lips trembling. “I love you, I love you fuck I almost forgot what it felt like to be alive until now.”

his thrusts grew harder, but still held that sweetness, passion and love as if he was making up for every moment apart every sleepless night, every lonely thought

“You’re everything” he whispered “everything…”

and you felt him start to break his voice cracking, eyes glossy as his forehead pressed to your back, his cock twitching deep inside you

his hips kept moving deep and full, cock dragging along your pussy like he couldn’t bear to pull out too far, the soft slap of his hips meeting with your ass filled the steamy air

“you’re so tight baby” he whispered, eyes shut like the feeling of your pussy around him was too much to take in all at once. “so warm feels perfect…”

your moans became louder with every thrust of his hips, every perfect swirl of his fingers over your clit had you pressing your forehead to the tile, mouth falling open as you whined out softly “so so good Erik”

but behind you, he was coming undone

he was trying to hold himself together breathing hard, lips brushing your spine, but you heard it. the soft stuttering hitch, the deep shaky inhale, the trembling groan as he buried himself deeper

he was crying, not in sobs, not in gasps, but in quiet tears that slid unnoticed down his cheeks, mixing with the water

“I missed this, I missed you” he choked out his breath catching. “I thought about this every night. waking up alone hand wrapped around my cock, pretending it was you…”

you looked back at him over your shoulder, your eyes searching his. his face was flushed, wet with tears and water, mouth parted, lower lip trembling

“Erik…” you breathed voice trembling from how intimate and vulnerable he looked. but he didn’t stop

his thrusts grew quicker, a little harder now, hips coming up into you in a desperate needy pace, his hand on your clit never stopping, making your legs shake, your moans falling freely now

“say my name again” he begged panting. “please please say it”

“Erik”

he sighed and pressed his face to your back, “I’m close” he rasped. “I’m so close… baby is it okay can I finish in you?”

you nodded quickly, so fast he didn’t even need to ask you twice. “yes please Erik I want it- need it”

that was it

he groaned out a choked sob, his hips thrust forward, burying himself as deep as he could go. his cock twitched inside you as he came warm and thick, groaning into your shoulder as your walls clenched around him

his hand stayed on your pussy, rubbing you through your own orgasm as your body tensed around him, both of you coming undone together, joined, whole

he didn’t pull out, didn’t move, just wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, face pressed to your back, chest heaving with sob laced breaths

“I love you” he whispered, trembling against your back “I love you so much”

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈

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[bradleybeachbabe]

I visit your inbox with a humble request (lol): The warfare men having cute ice cream dates with their respective partners. They can go out, they can stay home, the ice cream date can occur after an argument (used as a way to make up), one of the men could meet their future partner after bumping into them by accident on the beach, making them drop their ice cream and then buying them another one to replace it, etc.

Or whatever you want 😆

Ice Cream | Warfare x Fem!Reader

warnings: none, just fluff!

word count: 1.7k+

a/n: you have no idea how much i love this request! also if you want me to ever expand on any of these blurbs, i’ll be happy to! also, i do mention downtown san diego in this since i have done research that navy seals are stationed at the naval amphibious base which is on coronado island, in san diego. also, another thing is that i mention a phone, but to be more specific it’s a flip phone. lastly, i wanna say thanks to @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me!🫶🏻

© bradleybeachbabe , do not steal or translate my work

Erik: You recently told Erik that you got the job position that you always wanted. He was beyond happy for you. He knew how much you wanted the job position, so you getting it meant so much to him. Since you got the job position, Erik wanted to celebrate. So, you and him went out for ice cream.

“I still can’t believe that I got the job position. I feel like I'm dreaming, and I didn't get it, but I did,” you said excitedly after you took a bite of your ice cream.

“I'm so proud of you, baby. You deserve it so much.”

You smiled at what Erik said. It made you so happy that your boyfriend was so proud of you. He has been your number one supporter through everything.

“Thank you, baby. That means a lot to me.”

You and Erik continued eating the ice cream that you two got and just enjoyed each other’s company and talked about whatever came across your guy's minds, and more about your job position and when you officially start the job. The two of you couldn’t ask for a better moment than this.

Tommy: Tommy got done with some training late. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. And he felt bad about it since he promised that he would be home around six. But now, it’s a little past nine, and he’s finally heading back home to you. He knew that you were gonna be upset about him coming home sorta late, so he thought that he would stop by the store to buy some ice cream to make it up to you.

Tommy bought your favorite flavor of ice cream and exited the store and headed back to his car.

When Tommy arrived back at your shared apartment, he was hoping that you were still awake. He didn't want you to go to bed upset since he got home later than he expected. Luckily though, when he walked into the apartment, he saw that you were fully awake, and you were loading the dishwasher with dirty dishes.

“Here let me finish it up,” Tommy said as he came up behind you.

You just decided to give in and have Tommy finish up the rest.

“I'm sorry that the training exercise went longer than I expected,” Tommy said as he bent over to put a dirty plate into the dishwasher. “Also I know that you’re probably upset about that since I promised I would be home around six, so I bought your favorite ice cream on the way home from work,” he said as he stood back upright. “I hope that makes you feel a little bit better about the situation.”

You couldn’t really stay upset at Tommy. It wasn't his fault that he had to stay longer at base for work. Things happen. You nodded your head, “It does make me feel better. Plus, it’s not your fault that you had to stay longer for work,” you reassured him.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he closed the dishwasher after he put the last of the dirty dishes in. “Because I feel bad for breaking my promise to you.”

“Tommy,” you said as you placed both of your hands on each cheek of his. “Yes, I'm sure.”

He just nodded his head.

“So, about that ice cream you bought?” you signaled Tommy that you wanted some.

“I never thought you would have asked,” he smiled.

You and Tommy spent the rest of the night just eating ice cream and talking about how his training went. These are the moments that you and Tommy love the most. Ones that you’ll cherish forever.

Elliott: It was a simple understanding, that ended up in a small argument. Elliott didn’t mean it to happen, but sadly it did. The argument resulted in you getting upset, and Elliott beating himself over it. He never liked seeing you upset, so he thought he would make it up to you, by you two going out for ice cream.

“Am I still in the dog house with you or am I forgiven?” Elliott asked you as you two sat down at one of the tables that were outside of the ice cream shop.

You quietly laughed and looked down at your ice cream when you sat across from Elliott at the table. You looked back at him, “You are forgiven,” you said.

Elliott sighed in relief, “Good because I don't think I could have gone another minute without you talking to me.”

You thought what Elliott said was cute. If it was the other way around, you probably wouldn’t be able to go so long without talking to him. Granted, the small argument between you and Elliott, you are glad that he decided to make it up to you and apologize about it before you two went out to get ice cream.

Ray: You and Ray went out for dinner. You had dinner at a fancy steakhouse located in the downtown area of San Diego. The food was good and you two both enjoyed it. You two were both planning on going back to the restaurant eventually.

When you two exited the restaurant, you decided to walk down the streets of downtown. It wasn't too cold outside since it was early summer, so it was the perfect weather to walk.

While you two were walking, you saw an ice cream shop on the other side of the street.

“Let's go across the street and get ice cream,” you suggested to Ray.

“Okay,” he nodded his head.

You and Ray safely crossed the street. When you two stepped into the ice cream shop. There weren't so many people inside, which was surprising since it was a Saturday night, but that wasn’t a problem or anything like that.

You and Ray both were looking at all of the flavors. There were so many that you could choose from. You weren’t sure if you should go ahead and try a new flavor or get the same one that you always get when you go out for ice cream.

“Should I try a new flavor? Or just stick with what I usually get?” you asked Ray. You wanted his opinion since you couldn’t make up your mind.

“Try a new flavor,” he chose. “You can never go wrong with trying a new flavor.”

“What flavor should I get then?” you asked your boyfriend.

“You should try cake batter. I heard that it’s really good,” Ray suggested.

“Cake batter, it is.”

You ordered cake butter flavored while Ray decided to order strawberry cheesecake.

After Ray paid for yours and his ice cream. You two found a bench right outside of the ice cream shop, sat down, and enjoyed your ice cream and enjoyed being with each other. You couldn’t ask for a better way to end the night with your boyfriend.

Frank: “Let’s go out for ice cream,” you suggested. You two weren’t doing that much, besides just hanging around inside your shared apartment. Plus, you thought it would be a good thing to get out for a while. So, that’s what you and Frank did.

The ice cream shop was a very popular spot. It wasn’t too far from the base and from your shared apartment. Also, it’s a frequent space that you and Frank visit too.

“Did you get what you always get?” Frank asked you after he paid for yours and his ice cream.

“Of course I did. You can never go wrong with chocolate chip cookie dough,” you smiled. “What about you? Did you get what you usually get?”

“Nope,” Frank shook his head. “I decided to get coffee flavored instead.”

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, “How can you eat coffee flavored ice cream? I love coffee, but I can't picture myself eating it.”

Frank just shrugged his shoulders, “You’re missing out.”

“No, I don't think so,” you shook your head. Afterward, you couldn’t help but laugh at what you said. You love to bully Frank (in a loving way though.)

“You’re so funny, you know that,” he said to you.

“I know, but you love me,” you teased.

“You’re right about that,” Frank said proudly.

You smiled at Frank's response. Frank was never afraid to show his feelings how he feels about you, and that’s one of the many reasons why you love him.

Sam: Sam didn’t mean it to happen. He didn’t mean to accidentally bump into you and knock your ice cream out of your hands. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, and he took full responsibility for that.

“Oh my gosh. I'm very sorry. I should have been paying attention,” Sam said as he was helping you clean up the ice cream mess.

“No, you’re fine. Please don’t worry about it. I can always go back in and buy another one. It’s no problem,” you reassured him.

“No, please. Let me buy it for you," Sam offered.

“Are you sure?” you asked him.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

So, that’s what Sam did. He went back into the ice cream for you and bought you another one.

“Here you go,” Sam said as he walked out of the ice cream shop and handed a new cone of ice cream to you.

“Is there any way that I can return the favor? So then we can be even,” you asked when you took the ice cream from Sam.

“Maybe I could get your number? So then we can go out and get dinner, "Sam suggested without any hesitation in his voice.

When Sam said that, you felt butterflies form in your stomach. You couldn't believe that he wanted your number so then you could plan on going out to dinner with each other.

“Of course,” you happily accepted.

You and Sam both exchanged numbers.

“I'll see you sometime soon,” Sam said as he put his phone back in his pocket.

“See you sometime soon,” you smiled.

You and Sam parted ways. As you did, you had a huge smile on your face. You still can’t believe that you got asked out on a dinner date. You have a feeling that it’s gonna turn out right. And you can't wait to see Sam again. The same goes for him, he can't wait to see you again.

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𝗘𝗿𝗶𝗸 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Fluff! ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Warnings: none but pls lmk if any!

Word count: 1027

Summary: Erik has to buy a gift for his mom but can’t help but fall for the book store’s worker in the process.

A/N: first fic kinda nervous! Okay I know it’s cheesy but that’s the whole point! I wanted to encapsulate the same cliché as those cutsie romance books so I kept it pretty light hearted. As always, feel free to critique and give feedback as it’s much much appreciated. Enjoy!

All he wanted from the bookstore was a new release and a birthday card for his mom’s birthday. Not a new crush.

“Hey! Is there anything you need help finding?” A worker asked.

“Oh uh no,” he was a little startled by the abrupt break in silence (apart from the generic store music) “just getting a birthday card for my mom.”

“Oh I see, and is that for her too?” She giggled.

The worker, around the same age as him who had the sweetest smile and bright eyes for someone working a closing shift, pointed at the book he was holding onto.

“Uh yeah,” he slightly reddened as the image of him prancing around the bookstore proudly carrying some romance book that featured two cartoon characters kissing on the front cover. Again, it was for his mom, not him! “I’m not too big on this…stuff.” He paused while glancing and awkwardly motioning at the cover.

“I mean you never know, you meet a lot of people here with some interesting taste, not in a bad way of course!” She shrugged, fully turning towards him as if they were good friends and not just strangers.

He smiled at her but before he could say anything back, she turned on her heels and called over her shoulders “just yell if you need anything!”

He chuckled and watched her leave and for a hot minute—forgot why he even entered the store in the first place. He turned back towards the card stand and stared mindlessly whilst gathering his thoughts. His brain completely short circuited and he was smiling to himself before realizing how crazy he looked.

After gathering himself, he finally chose two of the more expensive cards. The first card was pink with lace and had daisies on the border as opposed to the second card which had a garden with a bunch of colourful flowers. Eventually he was going to walk out of the store with just one but he wanted an excuse just to talk to the girl again.

When he emerged from the card section he briefly looked around for her but unfortunately was met by anyone but her. He sighed and continued to “browse” whichever section he had entered while keeping an eye out for her. It was only when a group of teenage girls had giggled and made a weird face at him carrying the mildly provocative book cover when he realized he was wasting his time wandering for nothing. What if she had a boyfriend or worse - wasn’t even interested. She was only doing her job after all. The sudden change in thoughts sure was defeating but it also carried a sliver of hope in this strongly coffee-smelling bookstore. What if she didn’t have a boyfriend? What if she was interested? No way.

The walk of shame to the cashiers was more humiliating than he thought but what did he expect? He was doing a very bad job at hiding a book clearly not for his demographic in front of a bunch of people staring at him fumbling while attempting to hide the front cover.

The embarrassment quickly went away when he saw her working at one of the cash registers. While standing in line he finally got a good look at her and she truly was beautiful, the type you’d hear about in these little meet-cutes. She was already breathtaking and it didn’t help that the sun was setting and cast a warm orange glow to her already glowing face. He noticed that her hair was tied back but still failed to stay out of her face thanks to pesky baby hairs. He also noticed that she was looking at him too.

There were two other cash registers open so he happily let others go before him, just so he could talk to her again—what a gentleman. Finally, she waved at him to come over and his face immediately lit up.

“Found everything alright?”

“Well yes and no, I was wondering if you’d tell me which is better?” He held up both cards and her eyes darted from one to another. Her brows scrunched up in great focus and she finally pointed to the second one.

“Hmm…that one, it’s more colourful. It’s for your mom right?”

“Yes it is, colourful card it is.” He said in a fake serious tone.

She placed the other card aside and scanned the book and card.

“I’ve been waiting to read this actually,” she said, looking up at him “just haven't been able to get ahold of a copy believe it or not.”

“Really? I mean, kind of hard to believe!” He chuckled and crossed his arms while she bagged the items.

“We can’t put things aside for ourselves and the one chance I had to grab one after my shift, I forgot.” She said sheepishly as she carefully placed the bag on the counter.

“Damn,” he took a quick breath in “maybe I’ll come in and buy it for you tomorrow.” He blurted, without thinking.

She smiled and slightly blushed.

“Well tomorrow I get off at four so just yell and I’ll find you.” She chuckled. The registers beside her had already gone through two other customers but neither of them noticed or cared.

“Sorry, what was your name?” He asked, shaking his head

“Y/N, yours?”

“Erik. Nice to meet you y/n, have a good day or uh- I mean I guess evening now.” He said nervously, scrambling to make his words come out.

He took the bag and turned to walk away, silently begging she’d come along with him.

“You too Erik!” She giggled at his own word mix up.

He repeated her name over and over in his head and smiled to himself all the way to his car where he just sat there with a sigh, smiling to himself like a child but eventually came back down to earth before backing out of the parking lot.

Oh he’s definitely coming back.

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[unkindnessesofone]

Fête Champêtre [Erik x Reader]

Words: 2k. TW: Smut. This is smut. 18+ ONLY. Plot: His efforts into planning a nice date do not go unnoticed. Notes: Erik is kicking some ass in the polls, so I came up with this idea just for him!

“Do you know where we are?" Eagerly, Erik asked, nodding to his window where it had become a wall of brown and green trees, but you were already laughing. 

"Yes, Medwin Park."

"Yeah! This is where we all partied in high school."

You had to correct him, "This is where you all partied in high school." 

When you ran into Erik a few months back at the airport, and consequently shared a cab back into the city, he remarked that he hadn't seen you since high school and you had to bite your tongue in order to not say, ‘I barely saw you in high school.’ It wasn't as if you two ran with the same crowds. He was an athlete and you had a close-knit group of friends that kept the last four years of public education from being completely awful. 

“No...” He swore you were there too. 

"I had a curfew. I did not go to Medwin Park parties. Once, I dropped Mel J here at a party after our shift at Publix, but that's the closest I ever got to being a cool kid at a Medwin Park party." 

"You weren't really missing out." On second thought, Erik shrugged. Whether or not it was the nostalgic spot he thought it was, Erik was still looking forward to taking you for a picnic in the park. He had not anticipated a relationship to blossom from an impromptu cab ride, but Erik had been grinning from ear to ear since then. Even his closest friends had become invested in this working out. They made fancy cheese suggestions and gave him unsolicited picnic advice.

“Girls love a blanket. It's important.” Mac stressed with both hands. “You got to have a good blanket.”

After parking, Erik carried his neatly organized basket on one side, Mac-approved blanket rolled under his arm, and held your hand to lead you down a dry dirt trail. You passed by three fire pits before he took a sharp left off the path and entered the infamous party spot.

"Wow.” The gasp was so large that Erik whipped his neck around, nervous you had hurt yourself. “This is where Hannah Guvatsos hooked up with Craig Towers, the catalyst for the cafeteria brawl on pizza day. Nothing was the same after that." It was funny how you suddenly remembered that Monday afternoon in eleventh grade so clearly after years of not giving any of it a second thought. 

"It's also where Peter Hunt slipped on vomit and tore his Achilles tendon causing us to lose the season to the Oak Park Raiders." Erik rattled off, shaking out the thick blue blanket and placing it down carefully on a selected patch of grass. 

"He never did make it to the MLB." 

"Rumor is…” Erik looked up to you, kneeling down to adjust the corner furthest from him, and waited until he had your eye contact. “...that the vomit…” He could see you were hooked and whispered through a smirk, “...was Hannah Guvatsos."

"Noooo!” It sounded fake, the surprise as it slid out of your dropped jaw, but it was very real. “What a troublemaker. She owns, like, two Pretzelmaker franchises so I think it all ends well for our party anti-hero.” Laying out on the blanket, resting on your elbows, you quipped. 

"Good for her." Erik was busy setting out the picnic, hands and eyes buried in the basket.

Peach salsa. Tortilla chips. Two types of cheeses from the Global Cheese Shoppe. Prosciutto. Ciabatta. 

“Lemon bars from Lilac Bakery!” As if you were part-thief, you grabbed the pastel yellow rectangles that were wrapped tightly in plastic and marked with the purple sticker you would recognize anywhere, hugging it up to your face. “You must really like me.”

“I do.” He answered as if he was not being teased, barely looking up from pouring white wine into plastic cups.

"Did you get into any mischief at a Medwin Park party? Hmm?" 

"No. I was a very good boy." He handed over the cup and offered you a small cheers.

"Do not believe."

"I swear.” He said from behind his cup, still swallowing the first sip. “Stood around the bonfire, sometimes a keg, nodding and laughing." Opening the bag of tortilla chips between your knees, you squinted mischievously at the military man as if to say his story didn’t add up. "If you had come around though, maybe then I'd try to get myself in some good trouble..." He threw in and made your face instantly relax with laughter. 

"Oh yeah? What would you say to me if we met up at a party in the park?" 

He opened up the salsa container and put it between you both, laying back and helping himself to the chip bag. It was not at all surprising that Erik was giving your silly question intense thought. He was meticulous and took almost everything seriously.

"Well, I would have been too freaked out to talk to a pretty girl…” It wasn't suave, but it was the truth. He would have required some liquid courage. “So I'd likely just stand near you for a while and then eventually offer you a lukewarm Smirnoff Ice..." 

“You brought Smirnoff Ice?” It was not at all what you would have guessed as his go-to weekend drink.

“I had an in.” Erik bowed his head in an attempt to cover how full his mouth was. 

There were stories in the hallways at school that he and Allison Willoughby were hooking up. Erik had just let the gossip feed itself. He knew the truth that she just didn't want her parents to find out that she was actually crushing on Erika Suarez. Sometimes, they showed up to bonfires at the park together to keep people wondering. She always brought orange Smirnoff Ices with her.

"Well obviously that would work on me." Sarcastically, you kept him going while polishing off your first cup of wine. “I'm writing our initials in my textbooks…”

"I never went into the woods with a girl or anything, but in this hypothetical, I definitely would have tried…” 

Hand over your chest, you feigned surprise, “You dirty dog. These woods?” Pointing to your left, you asked with your eyes wider than when you saw the spread he packed. 

“Yeah, I would have taken your hand…” He wiped his on the blanket before laying it over yours, a thumb stroking over your knuckles, “and asked if you wanted to go for a walk…”

“I'd have said yes immediately." You weren't thinking about the past anymore. Back then, you likely wouldn't have said ‘no’ or looked at him like he was being a weirdo. Right now, sneaking off into the woods together as adults sounded fun. 

You set your cup to the side and rolled your bottom lip in, trying to communicate to Erik how much you wanted him. 

“Show me the hot hook-up spot.” 

Erik gave it a moment of thought first, but then he stood up and offered you his hand back, helping you onto your feet. He led you into the wooden area, eyes on the ground in a determined search for poison oak. 

“You have to imagine, like, The All-American Rejects playing or something.” He laughed at the sudden memory.

“Very cool.” 

“Okay, so…” Erik could still see the picnic set-up behind you, but he helped you over a row of tangled old branches and rested his back against a tree. “I'd pull you close…” He followed through, arms around your stomach as he leaned your backside against him. 

"Redwood cedar?" You mused, arms over his, as he kissed right beneath your ear.

"Obviously, I'm trying to woo you." His words were lost in your skin. "and I'd kiss you here...and here…” He said as he moved lower down your neck. “And you seem to like that so I'd go back here..." He was right under your ear again, kissing until he nipped at the lobe and your arms became textured with shivers. Erik did it again and grinned, your body leaning into his with approval. 

“I think you like that spot too.” The only way you could make your words audible was in a whisper. There was too much pleasure to speak. 

Erik laughed and bent down his head, kissing what of your exposed clavicle he could reach. There was no hiding how turned on he was right now. It was pushing itself right against your back, impossible to deny. 

He didn't want to let you go, but he felt you pulling away from his grip and slowly obliged, opening up his arms and watching you spin around. A goddess in the woods with bedroom eyes pinning him to the tree, his flight response left him and he was not acknowledging any fight. He was yours for the taking and both of you were aware. 

“I should have brought the blanket.” Stupidly, he mumbled while watching you lower yourself in front of him. 

“It's a fantastic blanket.” He noted how sincere you sounded and while you unbuttoned his shorts and reached greedily for the waistband of his boxer-briefs, he made a mental note to thank Mac and then banished all thoughts of anyone who wasn't you. 

You wasted no time putting the candy pink tip in your mouth, moaning as you sucked tightly at it. He had discovered a secret place on you that turned you into a putty and you were dedicated to the same. Soft and small, Erik sighed as his head leaned against the tree. The sound of two White-crowned sparrows cheering you on from above as background noise as you swallowed more of his length. This wasn't your first time enveloping Erik's cock, but the peacefulness of the outdoors allowed you a moment as you hummed over it sloppily to realize how surprisingly thick it was. If your mouth had not been full, you might have thought to ask if it was exhausting carrying all that around everywhere. 

“Fuck…that…right there…that…” Erik encouraged, interrupting your thoughts as he accidentally bucked his hips forward. You had removed him from your mouth, a cool breeze kissing his wet skin instead for a second before you used one hand to hold his member upward and lick it from ball to tip and then did it again…and again…before returning to deep throat him as best as you could, saliva hitting the leaves between his feet. 

His fingertips brushed softly at the apex of your head, eyes closed as he kept repeating your name with praise. Erik liked following the rules. He liked behaving. There was no doubt in his mind that this would be worth a large fine and lifetime ban from the park. 

Watching you, Erik tried to hold back, but you were hollowing out your cheeks and taking all of him vigorously, like he actually tasted good and you weren't just saying that the other times. He felt his knees weaken and as you went back to just sucking on his tip, he knew this was a losing fight. His fingers left your hair as he gasped, putting them in his own, and he came one, two, three ropes of warm cum into your mouth. 

When his eyes finally fluttered open, you had already swallowed and were dabbing at the corner of your lips with a thumb. He helped you up with both hands as he shook his head with utter disbelief. 

“And you didn't even give me a Smirnoff Ice.” You winked. 

He kissed your forehead before doing his shorts back up, trying to redress himself in a way that would not let any other park-goers in on what just happened. Erik diligently followed you, a puppy to its new owner, to the waiting blanket and remaining picnic, staring at you with heart-shaped pupils while you unwrapped a lemon bar.

“You are so pleased with yourself.” Pouring you both more wine, he remarked. He could feel that his cheeks were still red with blush. 

“Aren't you?”

“I am very pleased. Yes.” He confirmed, knocking your drinks together again and sealing the cheers with a kiss. This was already a hundred times better than any other time he had hung around the park.

[starrrzer]

If Only You Knew How Much I Missed You

Elliott (warfare) x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Elliott, or you should say your ex boyfriend, had sent you a letter almost a year after you broke up.

Word Count: 1857

Tags: Angst, Exes to lovers, some swearing (not much), fluff, gender neutral reader, no physical description of the reader

I think that’s everything but if I’ve missed something please let me know!

Note: This is my first fic/au ahhhh. I hope you all like it!! This fic is set before the events of the movie

Feel free to leave any comments or criticisms and please don’t hesitate to send any fic requests either!!

❗️This fic is NOT to romanticise the plot of the film or the actual people that the characters in the film were based on ❗️

(The writing in bold are the letters that both characters sent)

Everyone else was already asleep. Elliott should be asleep too but instead here he was, in the quiet of his shared accommodation, scribbling feverishly in his notebook. The only light in the room was coming from the open window next to his bunk.

He was writing a letter. A letter he wasn’t sure he had the guts to actually send.

A letter to you.

He may have started writing this letter because he was shipping off from base for his next mission in the morning but that didn’t make what he was writing any less true. It didn’t make his feelings any less true.

Once he had finished pouring his heart out on paper, he read what he had written once more before carefully tearing the pages out of his notebook and folding them into thirds. He grabbed a crisp white envelope from his desk drawer and slid the letter into it.

He wrote your address on the front of the envelope and stashed it under his pillow, hiding it from the prying eyes of his roommate, Sam. He told himself that he would decide in the morning if he would send the letter or stash it away with the other letters he had written to you over the past year.

Elliott woke up early the following morning, earlier than he should have considering he was being shipped off today.

Elliott had tossed and turned all night trying to figure out if he should send it. He wasn’t sure if you were even single. He wouldn’t want to get in the way of your new relationship.

He eventually decided that he was just going to send the letter. What’s the worst that could happen right? He rationalised his decision by thinking that he might die during this mission and he may never have another chance to tell you how he feels.

He got dressed in his uniform as quickly as possible. He wanted to post the letter and get back to his bunk before anyone from his team saw him.

He wouldn’t know how to explain his actions if they did see him. How could he tell them about his moment of weakness? How could he tell them that he was so distracted by the thought of you that he hadn’t even given their newest assignment a single thought since he was told about it?

He returned back to the barracks so that he could grab his pack.

“Elliott? Where did you go?” Sam questioned when he saw Elliott open the door to their room.

“Just out. Wanted some air, I guess” Elliott muttered.

If Sam offered a reply, Elliott didn’t hear it. He was stuck in his own thought. What if you had moved on? What if the letter didn’t arrive? What if it arrived after something terrible had happened to him?

No.

He couldn’t think that. He had a mission to focus on.

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It had been almost a year since he had ripped your heart from your chest and smashed it into a million pieces.

You were over it, over him. At least that’s what you told people. The truth is, you couldn’t get past what he did to you, especially after he completely disappeared the very same day. Disappeared to some unknown country to do who knows what.

When the letter came you didn’t know what to do. You had immediately recognised the handwriting on the envelope, of course you had.

When you saw who had written it your heart stopped. A million questions raced through your head. Was he okay? Had something terrible happened? Why was he contacting you after all these months?

You carefully picked the letter up from where it had fallen from the letterbox in the front door of your house.

You slowly turned the letter over in your hands and, with shaking hands and your heart in your throat, started to tear the envelope open.

You pulled the ink filled pages out of the envelope and was immediately hit with an oh so familiar smell. A sent that you could only associate with him. Chewing tobacco, sweat and the cologne that you bought him for your last Christmas together. Not that you knew it would be your last Christmas together at the time.

You unfolded the letter and started reading.

Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this in a letter. I should be saying this to you in person but what other choice do I have?

I’ve written and rewritten this letter over and over again throughout the past year, trying to find the best way to say this.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Even after all this time. I understand that you probably want nothing to do with me at this point, especially after how I ended things, but I couldn't not tell you how I feel.

I still love you.

I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t feel the same way but I just had to tell you. I’m being sent out on a mission, one that I probably won’t come back from. I didn’t want to die knowing that you hate me. That you don’t know how I really feel about you, how I still feel about you.

Words cannot express how sorry I am about how I ended things. I should have handled it in a better, more mature way but you know I never liked Isack and seeing you being THAT friendly with him made me feel self conscious.

Throughout our entire relationship I was waiting for you to find someone better than me and leave. I guess I was too blinded by my own feelings that I didn’t think about how you would never do something like that. How you had never even given me a reason to think that you WOULD do something like that.

I’ve never regretted anything more in my life. I’m the biggest idiot in the world for letting you go.

I hope that one day you will forgive me and that we can move past it. I’m asking you for a second chance. Is that something that is on the table for us?

I don’t expect to hear back from you so please don’t feel obligated to do so.

Always yours, Elliott x

You couldn’t breathe. You sank to the floor, your back pressed against the wall, the letter still clutched tightly in your hand.

He still loved you.

He still loved you.

You knew that you had to write him back. You rushed to your feet and scrambled to your bedroom. You found a pen and paper and started writing.

You wrote the thoughts that had been circulating in your head for the last year. You wrote until you couldn’t write anymore.

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Elliott had completely forgotten about the letter he had sent to you. The mission he had been sent on had turned into a complete and total shit-show. Blood, sweat and injured soldiers showered his surroundings. He had no time to think about anything other than what was happening right in front of him.

Which is why, when they got back to base, he was so confused when Erik had informed him that he had received six letters. Who did he have to receive letters from? He had no family, no partner, no friends outside of the Navy.

He ripped the first letter open and his breath immediately hitched. It was a letter from you.

He couldn’t believe you had actually replied. Elliott, if he was being entirely honest with himself, wasn’t really expecting a reply from you.

I wasn’t expecting to hear from you ever again, especially not after the last time we saw each other.

When you broke up with me you hurt me deeply and those feelings of hurt aren’t just going to go away. Yes, they have definitely died down but not enough time has passed between us for them to disappear completely.

With that being said, I still love you too. I know that makes me sound like I haven’t moved on, like I haven’t tried to move on but it’s the truth. I haven’t been able to get rid of my feelings for you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we broke up.

I’m glad you were the one to reach out first. I’ve wanted to, I’ve REALLY wanted to but I was too scared that you wouldn’t want me again.

If you really do feel the way you said you did in your letter and this isn’t some sick joke you are playing because you are bored, then I’d be willing to try again with you.

We would take it slow, obviously, and We would start from the beginning, not from where we left off last time.

I hope this letter finds you well.

Good luck on your mission. <3

Would he be willing to restart a relationship with you? Of course he would! He would have to be a mad man not too. He was clearly crazy for letting you go the first time and now that he has been given a second chance, you bet your ass he is going to grab it and cling onto it like a lifeline.

He couldn’t write you back yet. He promised himself that he would do it as soon as he got back to base.

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Weeks went by and you received no reply from Elliott. You weren’t *that* worried about it considering that he had told you he was going on a mission. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to respond when he was away from base.

But as the weeks turned into a month and then two, your nerves started to take over. What if something had happened to him?

You had both said that you wanted to start over with your relationship but what if he had just said that because he couldn’t find anyone else and he assumed that you would always be an option for him?

You started to doubt whether he truly meant what he had written to you. You knew that this was irrational considering he still hadn’t replied. You had heard from Erik’s wife that the mission was over weeks ago and that they had already returned back to base. So why hadn’t he written you back?

You were pulled out of your thoughts by someone knocking on your front door. you rushed to the door, assuming that it was someone delivering a parcel to you or maybe a letter from Elliott.

You flung the door open and came face to face with someone’s chest. You lifted your eyes to the persons face and froze.

“Hey”

“Elliott?” You whispered.

“Yeah. Hi” was all he said. He sounded breathless when he spoke your name.

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulled him into a tight embrace. He dropped the bags he had been holding in order to catch you. The two of you stood like that, on your front doorstep, for who knows how long before Elliott broke the silence.

“If only you knew how much I missed you”

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

[claraswritings]

Boyfriend!Erik headcanons

Pairing: Erik x reader

Warnings: none?

Note: I miss 2000s phones

Writes you long handwritten letters when he’s on deployments.

Saves you things to scrapbook from countries he’s in

Has matching phones with you. (Either the blue Motorola Razr and the pink/purple one…orrrr the LG Chocolates! I miss those phones!)

Loves it if you’re considerably shorter than him because he can dip kiss you

He’ll scoop you up and spin you when you run into his arms after he gets back

Babies you when you’re unwell- He wants to look after you and care for you, and he’ll go out of his way to take any burden off you

Big on acts of service; loves tying your laces or buckling your shoes especially.

Similarly he loves physical touch in a hand holding, forehead kissing, hand on your back, touching your leg, cuddling way.

He likes to sleep with the window slightly open no matter what the weather

Always always sits nearest the door

Gives you his dog tags to wear

Loves a weighted blanket and loves it even more if you sleep on him

Likes playing with your hair. Especially when he’s opening up to you.

A gentleman and a gentle man. He’s so so so sweet, he’s always soft with you and never ever yells at you

The rest of the guys tease him a bit when they see their calm, collected and firm Officer In Charge being so sweet and soft

Super organised and therefore any household chores are efficient and quick

Would help you with anything work related and support you in everything you do.

He wanna live somewhere with a big garden and he’d probably be super good at DIY- He LOVES a project. Maybe he’d even want to build a cabin or house one day