#Mike Thatcher x reader
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Could i request some Thatcher x reader where they're at a bar with the rest of the SAS and Reader asks thatcher to join them in the bathroom where it wnds with thatcher bending the reader over the sink counter and fucking them?
Mike Thatcher x reader smut
First post in a good while lol. Old man Thatchers character is kinda hard, but enjoy! Gender Neutral reader
Warnings: N//SFW below, semi-public sex, no protection (he pulls out). Readers cocky.
“-then the bastard tried to act all smug, the hell else was I supposed to do?” Mike was quick to defend himself.
James had gotten on his case about the reputation he now had in pubs around the area after apparently laying into some ‘bastards’. Hearing about the throw of the pool ball made you cringe. From Mike’s story, it did sound like they deserved it at least. “Could’ve called me up!” Light laughter followed James’s comment. “I don’t blame ya, just think it’s funny.” Maybe he realized how he was getting the older man a little too riled up, backpedaling on his previous statement.
Mike took another swig of his drink, not bothering to give a response. Under the protection of the bar table, your hand slid over to his thigh. His eyes looked down at your hand, then flickered to your face. You had to bite back a little mischievous smile. He let you off the hook for a good few minutes, conversation carrying on around the table. You yourself falling victim to a few bad jokes here and there. After those few minutes though, Mike shifted in his seat, his eyes no longer looking at yours but his body language told you he was all too aware of your hand placement. You wondered if the stiffness in his body was still from his annoyance, or now from how your thumb gently rubbed against his thigh, slightly gravitating towards his crotch.
Your wrist was quickly snatched in his large hand, the tightness not enough to hurt, but enough to tell you to cut it out. Sadly, it only amused you further. His eyes turned to glare at you when even while he gripped your wrist beneath the bar, your fingers angled downwards to rub as much of his thigh as you could reach. It seemed to be enough to set him off.
“We’ll be right back.” Mike announced, suddenly standing up from his stool at the bar, his co-workers seeming stunned at the sudden movement. You didn’t blame them, not as he pulled you out of your seat as well, your heart racing in your chest, your feet barely keeping up as he brought you to the bathroom.
“That was sure bol-“ “Shut it.” The older man cut you off, pushing you into the one person restroom, quickly locking the door behind you both. “You think touching me like that back wouldn’t have any repercussions?” His voice almost as heavy as his steps as he approached you, making you walk backwards until you hit the cold surface of the sink. Your hands grasped behind you, the chill stinging against your hot palms.
Mike was always so easy to rile up. Lightable temper and years of pent up sexual frustration, a perfect target for your needs.
“You even listening to me?”
“Maybe not. But I can tell you’re stressing yourself out more than you need too.” You pointed out bluntly, a small smirk on your face as a sort of flabbergasted look crossed his face. “Let me help you?”
Something inside of him snapped, his lips smashed against yours. The scuff of his facial hair prickling against your skin. With your hot breath mingling he grunted, your lips pulling away from his. Mike’s erection, hard in his jeans, pressed into you, providing your own needy body some sort of relief.
“Turn around.” He was good at commands, you’d give him that. He gave you enough room just to push off of him and shift your body around, your stomach thankfully covered by your top, protecting you from the freezing cold surface of the sink. Your hips were pulled back in a matter of seconds, forcing you to bend down slightly, ass curved up to pressed into Mikes crotch.
“Seems like you want me too, huh?” His words mingled with his heavy breaths, his hands wrapping around your waist. In a second your bare ass was on display for him, his large hands gripping onto your skin, forcing you to arch your back up more.
Your head was foggy, you must have not been able to hear his pants unbuckling with your heavy breathing, but you could clearly hear your own desperate noises as the tip of his cock pushed up against your hole.
“Seems like you’re the one who needs help now, sweetheart.” Thatcher chuckled to himself, purposefully teasing you for a few more seconds. His hands suddenly squeezed your hips tighter before his hips snapped forward, his cock hitting deep inside you.
As his thrusts increased, your legs slowly deteriorated, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to quiet any noises. Though there was nothing you could do about the distinct sound of his skin hitting yours.
The coil in your stomach snapping, a long drawn out noise leaving your lips as his own thrusts got sloppier. “Fuck…” You heard Mike’s strained grumbles, feeling his cock pulse inside you. He slipped out just in time to cum on you, instead of inside.
A good few minutes passed, your upper body still resting against the sink as you finally caught your breath. He had been kind enough to wipe you up without saying anything. His large fingers hooking into your bottoms and sliding them back up on you.
The silence was almost deafening as you finally let your body relax itself, pushing up on the sink to stand up straight. You turned around him, dazed yet still smug.
“Wasn’t that a good stress reliever?”
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No Sight
A/N: GN reader, don’t write much dom reader but thought I would give it a go aye. My editing was very rushed ngl
Day 5: Gags
Word count: 1343
Warnings: NSFT, Smut
AO3 Kinktober Masterlist
The man on his knees wasn’t one to go there easily. He wasn’t one to swallow his pride, he liked to be in control, and he wanted to pick how things went. Yet in moments like this, you could see its effect on him. With a small hum, you gently stroked his cheek, it was partially covered by the fabric in his mouth. Your thumb traced over his focal hair which had him look away from you. “Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me Mike.” His eyes snapped to yours and your hand lifted up to pet his hair. “Good and you remember what to do if you want to stop.” He nodded in response. “Show me.” His hand came up and lightly tapped your thigh three times with it. With your thumb, you placed it under his chin and lift it upwards. His eyes closed when you placed a kiss against his forehead.
Mike knew not to do anything without your permission. “It’s just us here. Don’t think, just relax. Let go.” A breath came out of his nose. Your hand turned and your fingers brushed across his face, it drifted down his body as you crouched in front of him.
It flipped and your palm touched his bare chest. With a shove, you pushed him back onto the bed. He bounced and went from his kneeling state to flat on his back. With his hands unbound he steadied himself with ease. His eyes stayed on yours when your fingers pulled down his fly and pulled out his cock.
Mike’s head fell back as you pulled down his pants and underwear and proceeded to stroke his dick with the other. A groan was muffled against the gag. His length was hard against your hand, a light streak of prime that gave little lubrication. You hummed as you watched his reactions, his dick throbbing in your hand as you jerked him off. “Do you want to be inside me?” His head raised and nodded, his eyes half-lidded. “Since you have listened so well perhaps I’ll indulge you.” Mike's eyes followed in interest as you left the bed and brought down the bottle of lube from the top shelf.
He watched as you warmed it up in your hands and you knelt on top of him. When your hands made contact with his cock you could hear him mumble something into the fabric across his mouth. The heavy length fell against him when you let go in preference to prepare yourself. It was different when you did it, easier to relax and your body stretched easily. The bottle fell off the bed when you grabbed his cock once again and aligned it with him.
Muffled sounds came from the man when you lowered your body onto him. Eventually, your hips met his and you took a deep breath and composed yourself. “You fit so well into me.” You raised and gave yourself a test roll against him. A sudden jolt from his hips thrust into you and you found purchase on his arm and you raised yourself off him. “You had been doing so well my dear.”
He reached out and leaned up when you removed yourself from him. His hand was slapped away and you let out a disapproving tut. “You will do what your told soldier, and nothing more.” He froze at your changed tone and looked away from your sharp gaze. “Now what will we have to do with you?” You heard him muffle against the gag, it sounded something like a ‘please’ which had you laugh lightly in amusement. There was a small ding from your phone and you paused to grab it. Mike had faith in you that you wouldn't take a photo so he wasn’t overly concerned when you did so. The only annoyance was due to the lack of contact with him
You paid little attention to the phone initially and placed it on the bed next to him. “You see, you're punishing the pair of us darling. See I was quite happy with you inside. But you had to break the rules.” A dramatic sigh left your lips and you crawled in his lap. With him now sitting up it gave you the leverage to hold onto his shoulders. One hand under you aimed his cock and you sunk back down, this time far faster and he muffled when you shot down. His legs tensed under you as he did everything in his control not to fuck up into you. A hum left your lips when you didn’t move, your hand reaching for your phone.
His hand found your thighs and a quick glare had him release them and grip into the sheets of the bed. “Hmm.” You checked your message. “Seamus wants to know if you're going drinking with him tomorrow, he thinks your phone is out of battery. Understandable considering you never charge it.” You looked up as he bore his eyes into you. “I’ll tell him yes. I should go put your phone on charge.” You turned and started to raise yourself off him. When you turned back his grip was impossibly tight on the sheets but he didn’t protest, he knew better. “But I suppose that could wait until later.” You leaned forward and whispered in his ear. With wide eyes, he groaned as you snapped your hips down against him. Finally deciding to take pity and fuck him, your hips rolling down against his before you lifted yourself off and started to bounce on the man.
Both of your hands were now on his shoulders as you used them for balance. Breaths left your mouth as his dock pistoned into you sending pleasure through your body. True be told it was a relief for yourself as much as it was for him. A kiss was placed on his upper cheek and you gave him permission. “You may touch me if you wish.” Immediately his hand found purchase on your hips and he started to fuck up into you in sync. It wasn’t explicated in what you gave permission for yet you decided to let it slide. He buried his face into your chest and you took the opportunity to grab hold of his hair. “Just like that.” You breathed out. The bed continued to shake silently while the pair of you fucked, your phone fell to the floor forgotten as Mike continued to fuck up into you. You clenched down on him and you saw his head lean back and desperately look into your eyes. “You want to cum for me?” He groaned against the gag but nodded.
“I suppose you only had one slip up today, you may.” You tried to speak as if his actions had little effect on you but failed as your teeth gritted and your nails dug into his shoulder. His seed shot into you and you could feel the warm liquid inside of you. A moan left your lips as your head tilted back and clenched on his cock. The squeeze of your orgasm had so much power as he continued fucking you long after you had stopped your own movements.
When you opened your eyes he had stopped his thrusting and leaned into you. Mike's hands loosened and instead started to hug you slightly. Your hands came up to his face and undid the cloth. His right hand went to his jaw and touched his facial hair. “Mmm thank you, Mike.” You pressed your lips finally against his. He wouldn’t ever physically ask for this, he wouldn’t thank you either but he made it clear he wanted it. “I’ll go get us cleaned up.”
“Stay.” The first word he had said in the last hour, his voice gruff in your ear. With his softening cock still inside of you, you pulled a blanket around the pair of you. Kisses were placed on his face as you cuddled with him. A soft smile formed on his face as he buried his face into your shoulder.
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Hi!!! I’m a big fan of your stuff! Could you do some hcs for Thatcher and an autistic reader? (Platonic relationship please!) he’s my comfort character and I’m autistic so I would love to see stuff for that
omg yes i would love to!! i’m glad that thatcher is your comfort character awe that’s so sweet c: i hope i did it right for you, and i hope you have a lovely day! thank you so so much for requesting from me!! <3
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Thatcher Headcanons: Platonic Friendship with an Autistic Reader
Trigger Warnings: crying, comfort, fighting (he fights someone else not you), is mostly fluff tho c: best friends yayyyy
☆ When Mike first met you, he was quick to discover that the two of you would become very close friends
☆ You had been crying after a training scenario you just lost against him, having taken yourself to a more isolated room once everyone else left
☆ Mike was genuinely concerned, and did his best to comfort you because he’d never really seen somebody cry after losing in just a training scenario
☆ It was a bit difficult to get you to tell him what was wrong, but Mike was patient with you (which he rarely ever is with any of the younger operators)
☆ Eventually you would softly explain that you felt you didn’t do enough and it overwhelmed you to the point where you needed to get away from everyone and let it out
☆ Understanding this, Mike reassured you that you did exceptionally well and if you ever needed some help he would be more than willing to aid you
☆ And you’d take him up on this offer, and it became much easier to socialize and talk with him
☆ Mike would often find himself listening to you talk about your recent hyperfixations, not quite understanding some of them, but he does his best
☆ He’d even find himself getting into a fight with someone because you had come to him after someone casually said you “spoke too much about useless things” and he wasn’t going to have any of that
☆ Mike gives you praise for how good you actually are at what you do, marveling at some of the things you would create on your time off-duty from operations as well as your ability to keep calm during actual operations and not training scenarios
☆ One time, when your birthday has rolled around, he managed to find a thing you had been searching for for a long time and he had to make sure you didn’t end up passing out because you stimmed a bit too much to the point where you were literally holding your breath out of excitement
☆ You would seemingly do the same for him, as you remember him mentioning something he once had when he was a child and you managed to find it for him, gifting it on his birthday
☆ Stunned at how you remembered it, Mike thanked you and all you did in response to his thanks was give him a subtle smile before walking off
#r6s#rainbow six siege#r6s x reader#rainbow six siege x reader#r6s thatcher#mike baker#thatcher x reader#headcanons#fluff#fluff headcanons#x reader fluff#x reader#r6s SAS
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So i can see that you're writing for all rainbow 6 operators am I right?? 😏 Would you be in the mood to write a lil somethin' saucy possibly about a certain mature and broody english operator? Possibly mike baker?? I think he deserves some loving 😭
ON GOD I THOUGHT I IMAGINED THIS ASK BC I COULD NOT FIND IT AND IT TURNS OUT I SAVED IT TO MY DRAFTS LIKE 86 PAGES AGO. IT IS LIKE, NO JOKE, FOUR MONTHS OLD.
I APOLOGIZE BUT I HAD TO COME BACK TO IT BC U ARE THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS EVER ASKED ME FOR SOME MIKE BAKER ACTION <3
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"You were reckless out there-" Mike lobbed a right hook at your face and you dodged it with ease, leaping back and away from his reach.
"I was reckless?" you scoffed and lunged forward to kick at his midriff. He shoved your foot away and retaliated with an elbow that tore the wind from your lungs.
"Yeah. You were fuckin' reckless-" he grappled you and tossed you to the mat; your skin stung as it drug across the foam that left angry red scrapes in its wake.
He was never this rough during sparring sessions.
"Mike-" you staggered backward and tried to regain your composure, "Ease off!"
"Why should I?" Mike lunged at you and you rolled aside, clutching at your ribcage as he lumbered past you, "You wanna get yourself killed so bad, you better know how bad it's gonna fuckin' hurt."
"What?" you bounced on the balls of your feet just out of his reach, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You think I like watching you get shot?" Mike was glaring at you from across the mat, his face twisted in an expression you couldn't place, "You think I like thinkin' of you bleedin' out while I'm tryin' to get to you?"
"Mike-" you lowered your fists and shook your head, "They're nonlethal rounds in the stadium-"
"I don't care!" he shouted it and you flinched at the sound, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, "I need you to come back safely-" he paused and you could hear his voice shake as he pointed at you, "every fuckin' time."
Sometimes, you forgot what Mike was like. You forgot how intensely he loved, how intensely he protected. An instinct borne from years of being his brother's keeper, you supposed. He was angry- but not simply for the sake of anger, no, he was angry because he loved you.
"Mike..." you closed the distance between the two of you and cupped his face. He leaned his jaw into the touch and his stubble grated gently against your palm, "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be-" Mike wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in close, "I just..." he trailed off and stared down into your face.
He didn't have to say anything. You'd been with him for long enough to know what he was thinking.
"Kiss me, sweetheart," Mike murmured and you grinned.
"In the sparring ring?"
"Yep," he smiled and dipped his mouth to yours, swallowing your protests before you could even speak them.
Mike twined his fingers in your hair and tugged gently, pulling your head back so he could kiss along your jawline and down your neck.
"Mike..." you gave him a warning and he chuckled against your skin.
"Sorry," he nipped one final time at your neck before pulling away to look into your eyes, "back to mine, then?"
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Incentive
“Aren’t you jammy?”
You looked up at the familiar voice, a small smile spreading across your lips as you caught sight of Thatcher standing in the medbay doorway.
“Luck had nothing to do with it,” Doc spoke up from where he stood beside you, checking the dressing he’d administered to the wound in your shoulder. “A little further either direction and this could’ve been a lot worse.” The frenchman added as he moved away towards the cupboards holding the medications.
Thatcher raised his eyebrows as he sidled over to you, poking at your arm. “Kinda botched,” he murmured with a little grin, causing you to fight down a laugh as Doc turned to glare at the two of you. “Say that again and I’ll put (y/n) on bedrest for a week.”
You gave Doc an offended look, sticking out your lower lip in a pout. “Why am I the one getting punished for his lack of manners?” You questioned.
“Because nothing else gets to Mike. He could care less if I gave him more work to do.” The frenchman responded while a sly smile spread across Thatcher’s lips, the brit leaning in close to whisper into your ear. “Let ‘im put you on bedrest. I’ll make you feel better than ever.”
You blushed darkly, pushing Thatcher’s face away as you cleared your throat. “How long until I’m ready for duty again?” You asked Doc, trying to ignore Thatcher’s smugness.
Returning to your side with a syringe, Doc fumbled a little with the IV drip to inject some morphine into it. You’d had some prior to waking up, but the medic knew that it wouldn’t be long before you started to feel the pain again. “I’d say the better part of a month. Even after the wound heals you still have to take time before using it again.”
“A month you say?” Thatcher questioned, giving you a teasing look. “I can think of a lot of things to do in a month.”
“MIKE!” You shouted, attempting to throw a pillow at the brit, the projectile barely reaching him before it plopped onto the floor.
Doc snorted and motioned to the door. “Don’t get her all riled up! Just get out so she can rest for a while!” He ordered, Thatcher just giving a shrug before moving to your side, leaning down to place a quick kiss to your lips.
“Cheeky bastard,” you muttered, mustering the best glare you could in your current state as Thatcher obediently making his way over to the door.
“Get out of here soon, princess,” the brit stated teasingly as he stood just within the door. “Can think of all sorts of things we can do with a month.”
With a mock-salute, Thatcher was gone from sight, leaving you in awkward silence with Doc.
“Well that’s something I could’ve gone without.” Doc stated, smirking a little at the way you slid down in the bed, cheeks on fire as you pulled the blanket up over your head. “Perhaps it’ll give you more incentive to get better,” the Frenchman added.
You groaned. You were never gonna live that down.
#r6s#rainbow six siege#thatcher#mike baker#thatcher x reader#x reader#fluff#female!reader#THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRY
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Two Kooks vs. One Pogue
OBX Masterlist | Full Masterlist
Summary: While leaving early from a long shift at your job as a barista, you run into a some Kooks who don't have a good intentions. These douche bags won't leave you the hell alone. When things get a little rough, the police are called which leads to you being picked up by Officer Shoupe but things lead to another and you're met with JJ Maybank arriving to save you from the Sheriff's station.
Notes:
Y/N/N: Your Nick Name
By the Seaside -> café you work at
Warnings:
Language
Mentions of blood, injuries, etc...
JJ Maybank x-reader
People walked in and out of the cafe's double doors. Different sweet smells filled the air around me while people sat down with friends or family, enjoying their orders. I leaned against the counter as I quickly made someone a green tea smoothie. A couple seconds later and the drink was finished. "I've got a green tea smoothie for Mike," I called, setting the plastic cup town. The man got up from the bench to make his way over to the counter.
"Have a great day," I greeted. "You too miss," he replied and picked up the cup then stepped through the front doors of the café. Margaret - my boss - stood behind the register, typing some customer's orders into the tablet. I wiped down the back counter with a damp rag before dropping the rag into a bin. My boss handed Catherine - a fellow employee - the customer's cup for their smoothie.
She grabbed the cup from Margaret and set some strawberries and bananas into the bottom of the plastic cup. "Hey, Y/N. There's a terrible storm coming through Kildare Island. You can leave early if you'd like," my boss said, turning to look at me. I looked up from the container of spoons.
"Alrighty, thanks Margaret," I said.
"Have a safe ride home. Tell John B I said hello," Catherine said.
I gave her a thumbs up and waved goodbye. I took the blue apron off, setting it onto the hook beside the saloon style doors. I grabbed my bag and skateboard from the back of the café then set forth towards the chateau. Sometimes when I headed home, I'd take the long way; usually stopping by the convenient store to pick up some groceries. However, since a storm was coming, I decided to take a short cut. Might not be the best idea, but I wanted to get home quicker.
The wind brushed against me as I rode down the side of the street. I smiled at the feeling of the crisp wind, happy that I was finally off of work for the next two days. Whenever a storm would come through - which was rare - my boss would give us a day or two off depending on how close we lived to the café.
I passed a couple of tall mansions but began to feel uneasy, either by the fact that these homes towered over me or something else. I shook away the feeling and continued to make my way short way home. Before turning down another street, I made sure there were no oncoming cars prior to crossing the street. A black truck sped past me, not even bothering to halt at the red stop sign.
"Guess stop signs are optional now," I mumbled.
My board picked up some rocks while I drove down the sidewalk, flying from behind the board's wheels. I was often safe with my board, other times I was a little more reckless. "Hey!" a boy yelled from a car behind me. I ignored his call and continued to ride down the sidewalk, not wanting to get myself into anything from being so close to home.
John B and JJ were probably already wondering where I was. Hopefully, my brother was preparing the chateau for the storm and wasn't macking on his girlfriend. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" the boy continued. "And I'm trying to make my way home," I commented. It had soon come to my attention that the guy who called me was the asshole who sped past me a couple blocks away.
The Kooks' truck slowed down beside me. Two boys around my age sat in front, one sporting an orange Polo while the other one wore a black and white hound's-tooth sweater; Chandler Michaelson and Owen Thatcher, the Walmart versions of Topper Thornton and Rafe Cameron.
"Look, if you don't mind, I'd really like to get home," I said, putting my feet back onto my board. The both of them chuckled sarcastically and parked the car.
Chandler walked in front of the car with Owen following pursuit. They stood ahead of me and my board, preventing me from passing them. "What's a Pogue like you doing on this side of the island?" Owen asked. "Hey, aren't you John B Routledge's little sister?" Chandler said.
"We're in the same English class, how the hell do you not know that?" I replied. The two of them snickered at my response, but not the type of laugh that you'd want to hear, the type that made your bones shake with fear.
Chandler - orange Polo guy - smirked and pushed his auburn colored hair away from his face. Owen glanced at him mischievously. "Nice board," he said, stepping forward. "Thank you? It was my dad's-hey!" my sentence was cut short by him yanking the board from me. Now this was not how I wanted this to go. I've dealt with Kooks like them before, but of course I had JJ or anyone else to back me up.
"Hey, dickhead. I'd like more board back," I remarked. Owen looked back at me with his lips formed in the shape of an 'o'. He whistled and laughed. "Damn, chick's got fire," he commented. I lunged forward, my fist colliding with his face. Owen - sweater guy - stumbled back which allowed me to grab my board from the ground. He looked back at me with a bruise appearing on his face.
I shook my hand from the feeling. "Man, this is a really nice board," Chandler said, picking up my board that Owen had dropped. Before I knew what was going to happen, without ease he was able to break my father's board in half, the only thing he had given to me before he disappeared.
"Hey! What the fuck!" I exclaimed, running forward. Chandler extended a hand and pushed me to the ground. I fell to the sidewalk with a thump, my ass hitting the concrete first.
I winced as a piece of bark pressed against my lower back. The two boys stared at me with amusement in their faces. I brought a hand back to my exposed skin, feeling a bit of blood land on my fingertips. 'Shit, that's gonna scar,' I thought.
Owen sauntered over me with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his khaki shorts. He knelt in front of me, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Now, sweetheart, mind tellin' us why you're on our side of the island?" he asked. "You don't own the island dipshit," I retorted, swinging my arm, punching him straight in the jaw. Next thing I know, my fists start to pulse with pain. My little wrestling match was interrupted by sirens blaring in the distance.
Shoupe hopped out of his car to find me being pushed off by Owen. "Hey! Hey! Routledge!" the officer yelled. He grabbed me by the shoulder and picked me up off of the ground. I hissed, pushing the officer off of me with my eyes strained on the two Kooks who had managed to flee the scene.
"Get in the damn card, kid," Shoupe ordered, roughly pushing me forward. I was able to grab my bag from the ground as well as the broken pieces of my board. Officer Shoupe hopped into the driver's seat while I was in the back. I sighed, leaning my head against the headrest.
It took everything within me to not break down from the pain pulsing through my body and the broken pieces of my skateboard. "I'm assuming I'm callin'-" Shoupe said. "JJ. I'll call him, have him pick me up," I interrupted. He didn't disagree, all he did was nod. We arrived at the station.
He walked around his car and opened up the door for me. Despite my injuries, I was able to slip my arm through the straps of the backpack. Officer Shoupe led me into the police station, ushering towards the seats in front of the desk. I plopped down with my backpack sitting in between my legs. Shoupe walked over to the receptionist, telling her what I was here for.
Luckily, Shoupe was nice enough to let me off the hook; knowing what me and John B's life was like. I let out a deep sigh and rested my head against the wall. Shoupe stepped away from the desk and turned to me.
"You're all good. Go ahead and call that boyfriend of yours," he said, pointing at me before making his way towards his officer.
I grabbed my phone from the side pocket of my backpack and quickly called JJ. "Yo, was just thinking about you. All good things, all good things. How's work going?" he questioned, not knowing that I was able to leave early. I sighed and ran a hand through my tangled hair. "About that," I said. "Damn. You didn't get fired did you?" JJ asked.
I laughed and shook my head like he could see me. Even though I was in a tough situation, he always knew when to cheer me up. "No, I didn't get fired," I answered. I heard him sigh in relief on the other end of the phone call.
"I'm at the sheriff's station. I need you to come pick me up," I claimed. JJ immediately hung up the phone which told me he already knew what happened, figuring out that I wouldn't need to explain any further.
It's funny. The two of us were so much alike. At some points it was scary how spontaneous and reckless we were, but hell, that made our relationship much more fun. Within just a couple more minutes of waiting, I heard JJ's bike sputter to a stop in front of the station.
Officer Shoupe told me that it was alright to leave. I politely thanked him and swung my bag over my shoulder. The women at the front desk waved me goodbye, glad that I was finally leaving. If I had been there any longer, I'd probably bore her to death just by talking to her.
I stepped out of the double doors of the sheriff's station to find JJ standing beside his bike wearing a white crew neck with a toothpick resting in between his lips.
He looked behind him (GIF Above) and smirked. I couldn't help but blush at the sight of him, loving the way his white t-shirt hugged his toned arms. JJ's face fell at my appearance as I favored one foot over the other when walking down the front steps.
He immediately rushed over to me. "What the hell happened?" JJ asked. "You should see the other guy," I replied, accepting his arm around my shoulder.
I felt him chuckle as he helped me over to his bike. He lifted up the back of my shirt to find a trail of blood on my lower back. "Oh! Forgot about that," I spoke, "Yeah, got stabbed by a piece of bark. No biggie."
He looked at me with raised brows, but then smirked. "That's my girl," he said. JJ took my backpack off and set it into the compartment below the seat. "John B's at Sarah's so we've got the whole house to ourselves," JJ commented, wiggling his brows.
"As much as I would love have sex with you. I'm not really in the state to do that."
"Good point."
JJ swung a leg over the seat and lightly grabbed me by the hip, making sure I safely secured around him. I wrapped my arms around his torso as he began driving us towards the chateau. About five minutes passed and the two of us got home. JJ parked his bike, putting it beside the house away from some trees. He got off and put an arm around me, giving me a hand in getting into the living room.
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(Later)
I hissed as JJ wiped away the blood on my lip. He held the back of my head, keeping me still so he could patch me up. Earlier, JJ said that John B had somewhat stocked the fridge which was nice given the storm that was brewing.
For every wound that my boyfriend patched up, he kissed me on the forehead. "Alright, last one," he said in reference to the one on my back. I had been stalling so he wouldn't have to tend to it, not wanting to feel anymore pain. "C'mon, it won't take long," JJ said.
"You said that about the other two," I replied.
"Yeah, I lied," he said.
I shot him the finger. He set a hand on his chest in a shocked manner like I had offended him. JJ twirled his finger, telling me to turn around. I groaned in annoyance while situating myself so I sat in front of him.
JJ slipped my sweatshirt over my head and neatly folded it on the top of the couch. He lightly kissed me on the neck prior to wiping the blood away from the gash. "Damn, that bark got you good, girl," JJ said, handing me the towel. I softly chuckled and grabbed the rag from him. It was quiet for the next minute or so as he concentrated on treating the wound of my back.
It wasn't as bad as I initially expected, not adding the constant stinging sensation whenever JJ put the Neosporin on it. I looked back at him with a thankful smile on my face. "Thanks," I said. "Don't thank me. You do it for me, time to return the favor," he replied, kissing me on the lips. I smiled into the kiss.
My breath hitched at the back of my throat at the slightest turn of my body. I pulled away from JJ. "Sorry," I said. "Don't apologize, Y/N/N. It's not your fault," he responded, "I'll go get you an ice pack."
He kissed me on the forehead again then made his way towards the kitchen. I watched him in awe as he roamed around the freezer in hopes that we had something frozen I could put on my side. I really was lucky to have JJ Maybank in my life.
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Hi! I found your blog and I really do enjoy your writing it's very good! If you have time, would you be able to write a fic of a fem!reader x thatcher from r6s? Something like reader is visiting thermite who is stationed at Hereford base and thatcher is kinda interested in the reader and he hasn't felt like this ever since his first wife before they got divorced. Im sorry if it's a lot but your writing is awesome! ❤❤
Howdy! So I’m not entirely comfortable writing fics just yet, still gaining my confidence back after some past stuff. I wrote this in hc form if that’s alright?? But otherwise thank you! Idk how long this has been in my inbox lol I’m sorry if there was a wait. This is kinda short I’ve been lacking motivation recently
Reader is made g/n since I don’t write for gender specific readers anymore
Kinda ignores y’all at first, doesn’t care why the Texan is so enthusiastic about the visitor. He’s got shit to do. So for the beginning of your visit, the only thing you see of Mike is him hunched over his bench tinkering with something and occasionally cursing.
When Mike does turn around to get something he looks up and his eyes widen. You’re laughing with Jordan about something and the sun from the window is giving your attractive features a golden glow. Ok, so maybe you’re hot. But you’re with Jordan…right?
By the looks of it, probably. He’s a little disappointed but not surprised. Mike doesn’t think you’d like a grumpy old man like him anyways.
When he hears you and Jordan playing a game of ‘fuck, marry, kill’ jokingly and you fake gag when Jordan says he’d marry you, Mike’s ears perk up a bit. He can’t help but smirk when you call Jordan a ‘stinky yeehaw’. So maybe you aren’t interested in Jordan? Maybe he is in some luck.
Well, he’d have to find out for himself then huh? He wipes the grease off of his hands before approaching Jordan’s bench and clearing his throat, making a mental note to compliment your eyes.
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Welcome fight
Smoke R6 X F!Reader
Elena -> Mira
Jordan -> Thermite
Mike -> Thatcher
I've been sitting here for hours watching Elena take my gadget apart, reassemble it, inspect it and take notes.
After the 2 hour examination talk at Gustave's, I'm way too tired anyway.
And the 3 hour drive here was not pleasant either.
,, I have never seen such a gadget before... It's wow! Fascinating," said Elena.
I just scratched my head in embarrassment and thanked her with rosy cheeks.
,, And your president is ultra cool! Giving you specialized stuff and giving you an honorary award is ultra cool," she marveled at the engraving on my gadget.
,, Yes, but honestly it was the least he could do, when I single-handedly saved an entire shopping mall it really is the bare minimum he can do. "I smiled and Elena finally handed me my gadget.
,, You can really praise yourself, that's a good achievement. Ah, Harry told me to tell you to go and see James, he wants to do some 'welcome training' with you. I don't know what he's up to again. "She said and patted me on the shoulders.
I sighed and went to my room first and put my gadget down. Jordan was nice enough to carry my bags and equipment here.
I have another drink and take a fresh water bottle with me and move towards the training hall where this James is supposed to be waiting for me.
The only thing I really know about him is that his name is James and his gadget is something with som poison smoke.
But who knows what's in the canister?
3rd Pov
James sees her coming in and is overwhelmed.
Considering that she had a full program all day, she still looks relatively fit, he thinks to himself and approaches her.
She introduces herself to him and he smiles at her, "You've probably heard of me, but again, I'm James. I wanted to do a familiarization training with you, just to be able to evaluate you. "
She just nodded and said simply that the two can start directly. They both got on the mats and stretched again.
James said they should start with the basics, so they started with simple defense types. It got more intense by the minute as James underestimated them and Y/N gave their best, even if over 100%.
He started getting harder with his throws and Y/N also started throwing stronger punches. It was almost like a normal fight that ended when James threw her over his shoulder and pressed her to the ground.
He let go of her after some seconds and sat down next to her.
,, I'm impressed, you've really got some strength in you" he said and after a short silence he stood up and held out his hand for her to pull up.
She accepted with a smile and after he pulled her up, Y/N came very close to his face. Both were silent until she took her hand and briefly stroked his cheek.
,, I kind of gave you a graze, sorry," she said as he hissed at the touch.
,, And you didn't notice your little laceration on your lip?" he said and ran his thumb over her lip.
,, Must be the adrenaline," Y/N said and broke away from him. She pulled out a handkerchief from the vest she had brought and dabbed at her wound.
Both looked at each other sheepishly until Y/N broke the silence and said, "That was good, I wouldn't mind doing something like that again," she held out her hand for him to hit, which he did.
,, Me neither, maybe on the weekend, your week will be very stressful as a newcomer, so settle in first. "
,, I'll try but I need to go now, it's been a long day and I'm very tired after these. See you around James, it was fun," she playfully slapped his shoulder again and walked out of the training room.
James now stood there fluttered and didn't know what to do, he was completely over it even though he only knew her for a short time.
He'll have to tell Mike about this, who may label him for a teenager, but for a few tips it's worth it for him.
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Stiches ( Lion x Fem!Reader pt. 1/3)
It was her first day as an official paramedic at the camp, her training was finally over after just a month of getting chosen and she felt so proud of herself… she finally was part of something. Her life was filled with new plans and will to live it at her best. It wasn’t easy and it has never been, but finally she felt like she was doing the right thing, no matter what.
She was walking out the office after helping Gustave with the archive and a quick tour of the nursery where she started to work with him, when her eyes landed on a particularly crouded spot. Shouts, moans and groans of pain filled the air, alarming the young paramedic. An argument badly ended, she immediately thought while reaching that point, only to see Lion, Olivier, on the ground while Twitch and Rook were trying to stop other GIGN soldiers from going after the SAS ones, ready to fight. The reason of the dispute? Apparently Lion said something that really got on Thatcher’s nerves, seeing how they were looking at each other.
She sighed and, overcoming her shyness, since she was even kind of new in the group and didn’t still knew anyone too well because of her introvert personality, she coughed and got into the crowd.
“What happened here? “ She asked while noticing Olivier’s wounded face and reaching out with a hand to gently brush his forhead, careful not to touch any open wound, in the attempt of making him raise his head and get a better view of the situation.
“Ask his filthy mouth. Learn Respect, you cunt! “ The older man spitted out while looking at the French, still.
“Hey, don’t add fuel to the fire, okay? You already punched him, what else do you want to do? It’s not like you can kill him, anyway. “ The girl replied with a sudden security in her voice. She couldn’t stand violence, above all just for words. Yes, Olivier could be really annoying and seem absolutely careless when he spoke sometimes, but for her wasn’t enough to punch him that way. She didn’t know him that well anyway, so she still tried not to take any parts.
“ What did you do to make him so angry? “
“This is between me and him, move away, I don’t want you to get hurt-“ Olivier said cleaning the right corner of his mouth with his hand, trying to not involve anyone else in that fight.
“Yes, move away, he clearly needs to learn how to shut his mouth and get down his imaginary pedestal. “ Mike added when finally Emmanuelle got between the two, helped by Gilles, that with his firm voice stopped both of the men.
“Olivier, follow her in the nursery. Mike, I called your Sergeant, if I was You I’d stop it right now. “
Both Lion and Thatcher looked at each other for a second and Lion, not wanting to fuel the situation, just stood up grunting, while turning toward the paramedic.
“Go ahead, I’ll follow you. “ He simply murmured and the young woman nodded rapidly, sighing slightly because of the tension that that moment was spreading.
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“So Six has decided to keep you in the unit?” The man asked sitting on the bed, while she kept cleaning the few cuts on his face with a piece of cotton full of sanitizer and his gaze glued on her concentrated expression.
“Yes… she said that my first aid abilities could be useful in the field… So I’ll be more of a paramedic than a tent medic like Doc is forced to do sometimes. I mean… I am here to replace him in some situations where they need him at the base, so… “ She tried to explain, fully concentrated, but quite relaxed, with a shyly proud smile on her lips. She still didn’t believe the place her life was about to put her in.
“Unless you don’t decide to leave her behind for the ‘safety of the group ‘, Olivier, am I right? “ Gustave entered the room with that teasing sentence that clearly irritated the taller man, that glanced apologizingly at the smaller figure of the girl, then grunted looking away. Doc surely had the worst timing to say such things.
“You know I had to do it, Doc. I don’t care if you don’t forgive me, it was necessary and it’s already a heavy burden to carry. “
Gustave shook his head and prepared the stitches for his face, then got closer to Lion to sew the injuries, when Lion himself stopped him.
“I don’t want you to touch me. Let her do it. “ He said evidently annoyes by the Doctor’s teasing and the younger woman, already confused from the situation, got flustered by his words. “M-Me? I-I don’t think it’s a good ide-“
“Please? “ He asked glueing his big light eyes on hers, making her gulp and Doc enjoy the scene, placing the tools on her hands. “Practice. “ Doc encouraged her and in that moment Olivier smiled extremely slightly, thanking Doc with his mind, while gesturing him to leave.
She sighed and looked at the tools in her hands before getting closer and starting to sew his cheekbone, biting her lower lip in full concentration. Olivier, on the other hand, wouldn’t stop looking at her for some reason. He just looked away after while, cursing under his breath in pain when a new stitch was sewn into the bruised skin. She tried her best not to make it too painful, but luckily it was the only spot to close up, so when she finished, she looked at her finished work with a proud smile on her lips.
“It came out pretty well, you are so lucky! “
The older man looked in a mirror next to the bed and smiled nodding, before the girl took his face to place a little band aid on the closed wound, to secure it even more.
“There you go. Anyway… don’t you think you should talk with Doc…? I mean… Those are things that can influence both of your works… you should trust each others, instead you almost seem like two foreigners… “ She said while taking off her gloves and washing her hands, while the other stood up stretching his back slightly.
“I don’t think it will work… I can actually see his position, as I think he can see mine… but it’s hard to accept each other’s idea of it. So… “
Lion sighed rubbing his face, evidently tired and stressed, but then smiled when his glance landed back on her.
“Are you busy? Do you want to go out a bit? In half an hour they will call everyone to bed, so… We can smoke or just enjoy the chill air. “ He really looked like he needed it and noticing his visible discomfort she nodded, walking behind him while closing the door behind them. They got on the entrance of the building and she pointed for a good sit, so he patiently nodded.
They were finally sitting under the night sky that wasn’t too clear and kept silence for some minutes, until Lion, too weirded out by the silence, spoke first.
“I’m actually happy you’ll be in the field, I mean… Being patched up by Doc would be such a pain. “ He joked making the younger laugh a bit and nod. “Yeah, maybe you both will stop annoying each other so badly for once… “
“Well, you seem to be the only person that really could get along with anyone. I mean, yeah, you may look so calm and shy, but not everyone would have made what you did before, when Thatcher was beating the shit out of my face. That’s brave. “ He sincerely told her with a smile, sighing. Yes, it was his way to silently thank her for dragging him out of that situation.
The girl, in response, couldn’t help it but slightly blush and raise her shoulders laughing silently.
“There were the others too… I just hate fights. They are so stupid… I think one of the reasons I joined special forces is to avoid violence when is possible, too… just because you don’t like someone, doesn’t mean you should break their bones. “
Lion listened carefully and nodded, biting some skin from his bottom lip as if he was thinking about something rather important.
“Only that or you have other reasons too? “ He asked moving his eyes to her, sincerely curious and… anxious.
“Well… That’s a long story. I think that I could say that I didn’t have too many purposes in life? Every work I did was unbearable to me. Not that I don’t like working or anything… it just didn’t feel right. Not for me. I needed something that could give me something back that wasn’t only money, but… I don’t know, maybe just a result? I needed to see that my place in this world could change things, even little ones. I don’t care about notoriety or pride, I just want to see that my intervention can change someone’s day or even just a moment. I feel like I needed to give a sense to my actions, I don’t know if I’ve explained myself well. “
Olivier listened and a little smile curved his lips as he just shook his head. “I can totally understand that… I kind of joined for the same reason. Isn’t it weird, though? “ He asked her and she tilted her head. “What? “
“We joined for almost the same reasons, but our pasts are different, the events that made us into this weren’t the same, but here we are. “ He shrugged and she nodded smiling. “I didn’t think of that. I heard you we’re quite a hurricane when you were younger, weren’t you? “
“That’s actually a nice way to out it… “ He sighed and at that moment Montagne came out to call them in. “Get on your rooms, tomorrow will be our first mission as a team, we need you to be fully operational. “ The older said and both of the others stood up and nodded, getting inside. After the goodnight, they retreated in their dormitories, until the next morning.
“FUCK, LION’S DOWN, WE NEED THE MEDIC, FAST! “
It was supposed to be a simple terrorists neutralization, but apparently they knew of their arrival at it all got more difficult. The girl ran across the area and reached the tall French that was cursing while holding his leg.
“Hey, I know I’m extremely beautiful, but you can just ask for a hug if you want me to touch you, instead of attracting bullets! “ She joked to distract him from his pain, while focusing on stabilizing the wound rapidly, but efficiently.
“Are we at that point of our relation already? “ He asked jokingly back, before hissing in pain as she applied pressure on that part.
“Yeah, but now we need to take cover, backup is in its way and you can’t walk alone. Come on. “ She passed his arm around her own shoulders and helped him walking to the site, when Finka bursted on their backs, shooting. “Stay down! “ She warned them as she cleared the area behind them. “Go now! “ They both nodded and tried to walk faster, finally getting on the van.
“Doc will take care of this, I already stabilized it, but he needs to properly treat it… Good luck. “ She said waving her hand before running back on the field, leaving Lion more worried than ever.
In the van he had some time to think. How many people did actually treat him as a friend? Not many for sure, but that girl didn’t seem to give an absolute damn about what he did and who he was. It was like they got along for real and it felt so strange… From when he grew to care so much about the time they spent together? Wasn’t it just because of how lonely he was?
He rubbed his face. He really hoped she was okay.
“So you are the new recruit? “ Marius asked. Curious as he was, he HAD to know who was he working with, just for the joy of being updated on his mates.
“She is our paramedic, not a recruit. “ Olivier spoke as he got on the table sitting next to the girl with a plate walking funny, but still well.
“Olivier! Are you healing well?” The young paramedic asked excitedly, smiling at him before taking a bite of her sandwich.
“Oui, Mademoiselle. Doc said that without your help he could have many more difficulties in treating the wound, but this time with a few stitches he could pull out a good job. “ He said patting her back, making her giggle. Jager, on the other side of the table, raised a brow. It wasn’t so common to see Lion in such a good mood and the fact that he was wounded made it all even weirder.
“Well, I look forward to work with you then.
Actually, IQ and Valkirye asked of you, they want to invite you to train with them and Finka apparently, but, between me and you, they kind of go overboard with it so don’t exhaust yourself, okay?“ The German winked finishing his sandwich just in time for Twitch to reach him. “Jager? I need a second opinion on the updates we made on Gilles' shield, can you please come a minute?” He, of course, nodded and murmured a little “excuse me” before leaving the table and leaving Lion with the girl.
“So it was our last mission at least for this month… Do you plan to go on vacations? With that leg it would be a nice Idea, at least you can rest properly… “
“I don’t think so. I don’t know who to bring with me and it’s not a nice idea anyway… I’ll probably just stay at home. What about you?”
And so they kept speaking in that friendly and relaxed manner, something fairly uncommon for Lion, but… pleasant for sure.
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Thatcher x Fem!Reader
I had such writer’s block with this, so I am just glad that I finished it. This isn’t completely what the person requested, but this was the best I could do right now. Maybe I’ll come back and redo this at some point.
“Now be honest with me about your relationship, Y/n,” Thatcher hears a female voice start as he walks past the doorway to the gym, causing him to pause just past the frame.
Evening time is just rolling around so Thatcher wanted to go find Y/n, his lover, to see if she wanted to have dinner with him. It appears that he has found her. Yet it also would seem that he is walking into a perfect opportunity to eavesdrop on Y/n’s true feelings. It makes him feel a bit of guilt, seeing as this isn’t something he would normally do. For the most part he has a great deal of respect for her privacy. But sometimes he is left wondering if she is truly happy with him, even after all these years together.
“What is it that you see in him? I just don’t understand. He is just so much older than you,” it is Valkyrie speaking as she stands in one corner of the room, lifting weights even as she speaks. “Don’t get me wrong, because I love Mike too. He is a very good man. But I just don’t see how you could be romantically involved when there is that much of an age gap between you.”
On the other side of the gym, Y/n is practicing on one of the heavy punching bags. Although as the blonde woman speaks, Y/n’s hits begin to falter a little as she becomes distracted from the task. Twitch is in the room as well, sitting off to the side as she works on her core muscles, also trying to stay out of the conversation. Yet she is also prepared to stand between the other two women if an actual fight starts.
The last thing Y/n wants or even needs to hear while trying to work out is that she is too young for her lover. But this isn’t the first time for the issue to be brought up. Thatcher has never heard such a statement before though, and it makes something knot up in his gut. The last thing he wants is for people to be causing her trouble just because she has chosen to be with him.
“Can we not have this conversation again?” Y/n sighs after a few tense moments, wrapping her arms around the bag to keep it from swinging. While Mike can’t see any of them, he is sure that there is a weary look on her face. “I already get enough shit from everyone, I don’t need it from you too. Mike and I have been together for a long time, and we are very happy with each other. Shouldn’t that be enough?”
Her words seems to cause him more grief, but at least it serves to reassure him that she is happy with him. But how many times has she already defended their relationship to other people? Why did people feel the need to interject their thoughts on their relationship anyways?
“Yes.. it is enough. I’m sorry,” it sounds like Valkyrie truly means her words as she sets down the barbell in her hands, looking over at Y/n with an expression of guilt. “I didn’t mean for it to seem like I was judging you or your relationship. Both of you always seem so happy with each other, and I hope you stay that way.”
Y/n lets out a soft sigh, seeming to deflate and defuse as she realizes this isn’t going to be another situation where she has to fight tooth and nail to defend her feelings towards Thatcher. It instantly makes the air in the room seem much lighter. Even Thatcher can feel it from his place in the hallway.
“I for one think you both make a very cute couple,” Twitch finally adds to their conversation, feeling that it is safe to finally give her input. She really doesn't want to be putting out any fires today. “Mike always seems so much happier with you around. If you make each other happy and you love each other, then nothing else should really matter.”
“Thank you Emma,” Y/n is practically hugging the bag now, a smile slowly making its way to her youthful face once more. “Sometimes it is hard when everyone has such negative things to say, but it will never change how I feel about him. But enough of that talk now.” Then she is stepping away from the bag and beginning to unwrap her hands. “How about we all get cleaned up, and then we go out for drinks? I’m buying.”
Both of the other women agree with enthusiasm, more than willing to actually get out of the base on one of the few nights they aren’t scheduled for missions or training operations. Thatcher takes this as his signal to leave. It would be foolish to let himself be caught by them at this point. Walking back down the hall towards the mess hall, a warm smile graces his face, even though he did not accomplish the task he set out to finish. But he is happy to let Y/n have a girls night out. Most of her time is spent working alongside male operators, so it is rare to have time alone with the other women at the base. He will simply wait for her to return after drinks to talk about what he overheard.
Sometime later, much further into the evening, Y/n returns to the on base apartment she shares with her lover. When she sees Thatcher already dressed in his nightwear, lounging on the couch with a worn book in hand, she can’t help but smile. As they catch each other’s gazes, Thatcher gives a warm smile in return and sets the book aside. Moving his legs, he sits up and pats the now empty space beside him on the couch, coaxing her to join him.
“How was your night, doll?” Thatcher asks in a pleasant tone as she settles into place beside him, immediately nestling up against his side. She smells faintly of alcohol, but does not seem to be impaired in any way. A pair of lips press against the side of his neck as Y/n nuzzles even further into his side, feeling much more relaxed now that she is in his presence once more.
“It was fine, thank you for asking,” Y/n punctuates her words by pressing another kiss to his neck. “I went out to the club for a few drinks with Emma and Meghan. Nothing super exciting. What about you though, sweetheart? Did you do anything eventful this evening?”
Thatcher rests with tentative arms thrown around her, his right resting over her shoulders to hold her against his chest while the other drapes over her waist. With the hand along her arm, he strokes small, soothing circles into her skin with his thumb.
“I overheard you and yer gals in the gym earlier today,” Thatcher begins slow and cautious, hoping that she is not offended that he invaded her privacy in such a way. Although, he is fairly confident that she will not mind. “I’m sorry ya gotta take such crap from everyone just for being with an old man like me. I never knew ya had it so bad. I’m just glad that ya don’t let any of them changer yer mind about us.”
Y/n does not seem upset in the slightest. In fact, she only leans closer and places a few more feather light kisses to his neck before she pulls back far enough to look at him. One of her hands lifts to stroke his cheek, caressing along his beard before she grabs his chin.
“Of course I wouldn’t let anyone change my mind or get between us,” Y/n keeps their eyes locked as she speaks, but her tone and expression are soft and adoring. “I love you, and nothing is going to change that. So if I have to endure people giving me shit everyday, I will, if only it means that I still get to come home to you every night.”
“Thank you. I love you too, doll,” Thatcher smiles before he leans forward and captures her lips with his own.
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Hellooo couldi request a fic where reader finds out that thier bf cheated on them on a party and so they go to thatcher (The readers best friend) and rhey realize that Thatcher was always more than "just a friend"
of course!! hopefully i made it the way you wanted, and i hope you don’t mind that i made reader gender-neutral! i wasn’t sure whether you wanted a fem or a gn reader aaa
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Thatcher x GN!Reader: A Series of Confessions
Trigger Warnings: Cheating, drinking, breakups, hurt/comfort, cuddling, angst with a happy ending
Sitting in the lounge with the S.A.S operators to relax after a stressful day of getting paperwork done, you lean your head against Mike’s shoulder. He moved his arm a bit so you could now rest your head against his chest, and he held you like that. “Hey guys?” you ask, causing the other 3 operators to pipe up and look at you. “What is it, lovey?” James asked. “I wanted to know if you guys would like to accompany me to my boyfriend’s birthday party. It’s gonna be tomorrow night, and I’m gonna need a way back here if I go.” you say, smiling softly at them.
They all looked at each other and raised their brows almost simultaneously. The action made you giggle a bit, rolling your eyes. “I’ll go. I wanna see what your li’l boyfriend looks like.” James said, slapping at his thighs a bit excitedly. “Count me in as well. Not a big fan of parties, but I always wanted to meet the bloke.” Mark chimed in, giving you a nod. “Seamus?” you asked. “Hm…aye, I’ll tag along.” Seamus said, giving you a smile. “And you Mike?” you ask.
The air seemingly became tense, and the trio looked at Mike dead in the eyes. “No. Don’t have time to waste on doing silly things like attending parties.” he said. “Aw…but it would’ve been nice to have you there…you’re my favorite…” you say sadly, looking down at your hands as they rested in your lap. “And? That doesn’t mean I’ll go along.” Mike said, scowling. “It would really be nice to see you…you guys wouldn’t even have to dress fancy! It’s just a casual party, nothing more.” you say. “It’d do ye a bit well if ye came, Mike. We have a week left before we deploy, let’s have some fun.” Seamus said. “Plus, you don’t want to go and make Y/N any sadder now. Look at their face,” Mark said, gesturing at your downturned expression, “they’re gonna bloody burst if you don’t go.”
Mike looked down at your expression and sighed, turning away. The one way you were ever able to get through to Mike was by giving him a saddened look whenever you were actually distraught. He absolutely hated seeing you sad, and with the feelings he secretly held for you, it made it a lot easier for him to fold. “Fine, I’ll go. Just stop giving me those puppy eyes you always give me, Y/N.” he said. “Thank you.” you say softly, nuzzling against his chest. “Oi, don’t go doing all that now. What time does it start?” Mike asked, still turned away. “It starts at eight o’clock, so you guys have the whole day to get ready.” you say, smiling. “Unlike you, who has to sit in a tiny chair at a tiny desk doing paperwork all day?” James asked, grinning at you.
You sigh, scowling at him a bit, “Yes, James. I won’t be able to get ready until about five o’clock.” you say. “That’s still a good three hours, though. Surely you’ll make it before then.” Mark said. “I’d hope so. Last time I showed up late, he kinda threw a fit.” you say, your scowl now becoming a bit of a grimace. Mike noticed that little change once he looked back down at you.
Mike remembers that night, where you and your boyfriend got in an argument. The bruises on your wrist after your boyfriend had gripped a bit too tightly trying to get you to stay, and how he had to intervene before anything got worse. “He won’t be doing any of that, and if he tries, we’ll handle him.” Seamus said, giving you a determined look. “Thank you, Seamus. I appreciate that.” you say, smiling at him now. “No problem at all.” he said, now smiling at you.
“Well, you should be getting off to bed now then. Got paperwork to get to lovey.” James teased, standing up. “Fuck you.” you retort playfully, causing him to laugh. “Yeah, to bed with you. Get your rest for tomorrow.” Mark said as he stood. “Need to look beautiful for the lad.” Seamus teased as well as he stood, getting a groan out of you. “You guys aren’t funny at all.” you say, moving out from under Mike’s arm when he was getting up. “You’re right, they’re not.” Mike said, extending a hand to you to help you stand. You happily took his hand and stood up, giving him a hug before pulling away. “Thank you. I’ll see you guys tomorrow for the party!” you say as you all walk out the lounge your separate ways.
As you’re walking away, you suddenly get a sinking feeling that something is going to go wrong tomorrow, and you stop dead in your tracks. You didn’t even know what kind of possibilities and outcomes tomorrow could have held, and it fueled the sudden anxiety you were feeling. “Y/N, is something the matter?” a voice behind you suddenly called out. Snapping out of your thoughts, you swiftly turned and saw Mike was right behind you. “Oh- uh…yeah! Everything’s just fine, don’t worry about it Mike.” you say nervously, giving him a smile.
Clearly able to tell you were lying, Mike crossed his arms against his chest and raised a brow. “I can tell by the way you hesitated to answer me when you turned around that you’re lying. What’s got you suddenly so worked up?” he asked again. You sighed and averted your eyes from his, awkwardly rubbing your arm, “Just a bit of a sinking feeling…I feel like something bad’s bound to happen tomorrow at the party…” you say softly. Mike’s expression softened a bit and he sighed, “You’ll be alright. We’re tagging along, so we’ll be sure to get you out of there safely if something does happen.” he said.
Walking a bit closer to him, you hug him once more, but this time a bit longer. Mike just awkwardly had his arms extended outwards a bit, not sure whether he should hug you or not. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he wanted it to stop beating so hard because he knew he couldn’t have you, no matter how hard his heart beat. “Now go on then, get yourself to bed for work tomorrow. You’ll be having a busy day.” he said, breaking the silence. “I will…good night, Mike…” you say softly, letting him go. He looked down at you and nodded before walking past you and away.
You sighed and gently patted your face to get that sinking feeling away from you before going to your room. Once there, you closed and locked your door and began to undress, deciding to just wear a t-shirt and pair of shorts to bed. As you were changing, your phone made a small sound indicating you had gotten a notification of sorts. Slipping into your shorts, you walked over to your nightstand where you had left it and unlocked it. It was a text from your boyfriend.
“Gonna go to bed soon. You able to come tomorrow?” it read. You smile softly, suddenly feeling a bit relieved and begin typing up a response. “Same here. Sleep well!! I’ll be on time tomorrow! You don’t mind that I invited the CTU I do paperwork for, do you?” you send. The little bubble indicating he was typing popped up, then disappeared for a bit, before popping back up, “It’s alright with me. Good night.” he replied. “Good night, sweet dreams <3” you send back. Your boyfriend left you on read with no response, and you were surprised at how short his texts were. That sinking feeling came back to you and you sighed, putting your phone to charge before crawling into bed and drifting off to sleep.
The next morning rolled around fairly slowly, and you woke up feeling less rested than you should have for being asleep for 8 whole hours. You showered and got yourself dressed for another shift doing paperwork before the party. As you made your way to your little office, you were approached by James. “You’re looking rather sluggish, no sleep last night?” he asked, walking beside you. “I just kinda slept on a bit of a restless feeling. I’ll be fine.” you say. “S’that so? If you need help sleeping, surely Mike would love to help.” James said, winking. “What do you mean by that?” you ask, looking confused. “Oh lovey, how innocent and naïve you are.” he said, grinning. “So tell me what it means so I won’t be naïve.” you say, crossing your arms. “That’s something he should tell you.” James said, winking.
By the time you were about to ask a second time, James turned you towards your office door, “We’ll see you later, a shame we’ve no more time for mucking about ‘til later lovey.” he said, patting your shoulders. “You’re so fucking unfair, you know that?” you say, scowling up at him. “Just a bit cruel, you know I care.” he said, then finally began walking away. “I hate you!” you yell out to him. “Cheers! I love me too!” he yelled as he walked away. Rolling your eyes, you just stepped into your office and sat at your desk to begin your work once more.
Though the night passed slowly, the day went by rather quickly. There were knocks on your office window, and you turned to see Mike standing there. You waved for him to come in, frantically checking to see if your paperwork was all good to be submitted. “Calm down, no need to rush.” Mike said as he stepped in. “Sorry, but I need to have this submitted soon. Why did you decide to stop by?” you ask, keeping your eyes on your paperwork instead of him. “I was worried for you. You feeling better than you were last night?” he asked. “In all honesty, no, but listening to some music helped.” you say.
Mike hummed in accordance, “Good. I don’t want to see you distressed like that ever again.” he said. You smiled softly, a strange skip of your heartbeat suddenly catching your attention. You hadn’t felt that little skip at all lately, seeing as how conversations with your boyfriend have been nothing but dry and fruitless. “I’m glad you care so much for me. You know,” you begin, looking up from your paperwork, “I haven’t really noticed how much you do. I’m sorry for that, I can be a bit oblivious at times.”
Mike simply shrugged, waving it off, “Don’t apologize.” he said. You nodded and continued checking your work. It took you another 15 minutes to finally finish up, and then you stood up abruptly. “All done?” Mike asked, standing up straight after having leaned against the wall behind you. “Mhm! Let's get going now so I can turn these in to Harry.” you say. The two of you then step out together and suddenly, Mike lifted you into his arms, and began sprinting towards Harry’s office with you like that. “Wha- Mike! Why’d you lift me?!” you exclaim, curling up in his arms a bit. “We’ll get there quicker.” he said, continuing to run with you.
Eventually, he made it to Harry’s office and he put you down. You hurried inside and greeted him as you handed over the paperwork, then apologized for being so rushed before leaving. Once outside his office, Mike scooped you up into his arms and sprinted towards your dorm. “Do you normally run with hostages like this?” you ask. “Only if they’ve gotten injured and can’t run on their own.” Mike said, looking down at you briefly. You smiled at him, and for a moment you saw his cheeks redden before he looked back up to see where he was running.
Upon reaching your dorm, he set you down once again. “The lads and I will meet you at the hangar. Take your time and don’t stress.” Mike said, now a lot more breathless than he was the first time he ran with you. “Thank you, I’ll see you guys soon.” you say, bringing his head down so he was closer to you and you gave him a kiss on the cheek before rushing into your room. Stunned, Mike stood there for a few seconds before he shook his head and went off to his on-site dorm to get ready. It didn’t take too long for you to get ready, as you cleaned up and got dressed in an outfit you had wanted to wear for a while. You then made your way to the hangar and met up with the others, who were all waiting for you already. “Didn’t you say it wasn’t fancy? Why are you dressed so nicely?” Mark asked, crossing his arms. “It’s my boyfriend’s party, I gotta look good.” you say, smiling and stepping into the car with them. “They’ve got a point. Come now, let’s get going.” Seamus said.
After a good 30 minute drive, you guys got there just 5 minutes before the party was to start. You all stepped inside and said your hello’s to everyone near you, and once you spotted your boyfriend, you went over and hugged him. He hugged back shortly, then pulled away to look at you, “Look who’s early. And wearing a new outfit? I love it.” he said, leaning down and giving you a quick kiss. You smile and waving the lads over. Mike leads the 4 of them over to you and gives your boyfriend a curt nod, keeping a stoic face. “Nice to meet you all, you must be the CTUs Y/N here has told me about.” your boyfriend said, shaking all of their hands. “That’s us, yeah.” Mark said curtly, crossing his arms. Unbeknownst to you, all 4 of them caught on to the reason as to why your boyfriend wasn’t talking to you, one you didn’t even think about as a possibility. “Well, I hope you guys have a good time while you’re here..” your boyfriend said awkwardly, walking off without you.
You reached out to try and grab his hand, only for him to be too far. Feeling a bit dejected and disheartened, you sigh and put your arm back down to your side. The current song that was playing at the party wasn’t really helping, as it was Joy Division’s “Love Will Tear Us Apart” playing, and it was starting to overwhelm you a bit. “Oi.” a voice called out to you. You turned to look at Mark, and furiously blinked your eyes to get any tears that were forming in your eyes away, “Yeah?” you ask, smiling. “Let’s get some drinks, you and I. Loosen up a bit.” he suggested. You looked at Mike, who then nodded for James to tag along with you two. “Alright…let’s go.” you say, walking off to the kitchen with the duo.
“So that’s the bloke you kept chattering on about. He’s interesting.” James said. “Yeah…I guess he is a bit…interesting…” you say softly. “He’s a fucking prick.” Mark said bluntly. “What?” you ask, shocked. “His mannerisms. They don’t match with what you’ve told us.” Mark pointed out, handing you a cup. “I can’t lie, but that’s what I was going to say too. Bloody wanker’s hiding something, I feel it.” James said. You remained silent, gripping your cup a bit as you chugged the whole thing. “Hey, be careful. You’ll choke.” Mark said, watching you pour yourself another drink. “Let’s just…talk about something else please…” you plead. “Sorry, lovey. How old’s the bloke now?” James asked. “He’s twenty-six now.” you say, drinking your entire cup again. “He’s a year older than me and you? Into silver foxes I see.” Mark teased, and you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I reckon I am.” you tease back, sticking your tongue out at him.
Mark rolled his eyes, then pulled out his phone. “Mike, do some snooping on the bloke. I’ve a feeling he’s cheating on Y/N.” Mark texted to Mike, keeping his phone away from your gaze. “Already 3 steps ahead mate. I’ll have Seamus text you in case something’s amiss.” Mike replied. “Sounds good.” Mark said, then put his phone away. After about 30 minutes of you drinking with Mark and James, you were fairly drunk, and were now drinking water leaned up against James. While you were doing this, Mike finally caught your boyfriend slipping into a room with a woman he never saw before. He kept his distance, then looked over at Seamus. Getting the hint, Seamus then texted Mark, “Bring Y/N under the stairs’ balcony. He’s a cheater.”
Mark looked down and his eyes widened, and you caught this, “What’s wrong?” you ask, speech slurred. “A lot. You’re not going to like this.” he said, giving James a saddened look. “Poor Y/N…so innocent and naïve.” he said, gently leading you under the stairs’ balcony. “Out of the bloody fucking room now, you prick!” suddenly rang out through your boyfriend’s house, and everyone stopped what they were doing to turn towards the commotion. Mike appeared at the top with your boyfriend and a woman wrapped up in the blanket. “What..?” you say softly, in shock as you stare up at him. “Wait…you…with your best friend..?” you ask, heartbroken. “Y/N, it isn’t what it looks like!” your boyfriend exclaimed. “It’s literally what it looks like…you cheated…” you say, pushing out of James’ hold and storming out of the house.
“Seamus, get to the car with the lads. I’ll go and get her.” Mike said to Seamus. Seamus gave him a nod, but before Mike left, he grabbed your now ex-boyfriend by his jaw, calmly seething, “You’re lucky I don’t beat the piss out of you and embarrass you more in front of everyone.” he said. He then let him go and ran out after you, hoping you didn’t get too far in your drunken stupor. He spotted you turning the corner, and he called out to you. “Y/N! Wait!” Mike yelled. You stopped walking and turned around to look at him as he finally caught up.
Fresh tears were still streaming down your face as you looked up at Mike, and you felt pathetic letting him actually see you genuinely crying. “Y/N…” he said, and pulled you into a hug. You hugged him back, holding him tight as you cried into his chest. “I knew something was wrong…” you say between sobs. “He’s a prick, pay him no mind anymore. Bloody idiot, can’t recognize when there’s something good in front of him. I promise you I’d never do any of that to you.” Mike said, gently rubbing your back. “What are you implying when you say that..?” you ask softly.
Mike sighed, his grip on you tightening just a bit. “I…I love you, Y/N. I’ve always kept my distance so as to not get in the way of your relationship, because I knew I couldn’t have you.” he confessed. “You…love me..? Impossible…” you say, pulling away just a bit to look Mike in the eyes. “I mean it genuinely. I’ll prove it to you.” he said. Immediately after those words were spoken, you were pulled into a gentle kiss by him. Your eyes widened and your entire body froze up, but you soon felt yourself kissing him back. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you shakily brought both your hands up to cup his face. Mike’s hands moved down to your hips, and he pulled you close to him once more.
Mike then pulled away to breathe, bringing his thumbs up to wipe your eyes. “Don’t go crying over that prick anymore…if you want, you have me now…” he said softly. “I…I do want you, Mike…I love you a lot, I’m sorry I never caught on to your feelings before…I could’ve ended my relationship with my ex much earlier had I known…” you say. “When do you think you would have ended your relationship with the prick?” Mike asked. “Remember that argument he and I had, where he put his hands on me aggressively for the first time..?” you ask. “Of course I do. I remember seeing red when he did that. I would have killed him on the spot.” Mike said. “I wouldn’t have stopped you…but yeah, that night…I should've done it sooner to save me from the heartbreak I’ll have to heal when I’m with you, instead of focusing on just being in love with you…” you say, sniffling.
Gently caressing your cheek, Mike smiled softly, the first time you’d ever seen him do so, “I’ll help you heal. You don’t deserve to feel like shit over him, and I’ll be here to make sure you never feel like this ever again.” he said. You smiled back at him, moving your hands from his face to the back of his neck. “I think…we should get going now…I’m too drunk to stay awake, and I think I’m in the mood for some cuddling…” you say softly, then turning to look at James, who’d been waving at the two of you. “And I think James wants to go home…” you say. Mike then immediately turned his head to look at the others, “Right, I forgot I told them to wait for us at the car. Let’s get going then.” Mike said, lifting you up into his arms again.
You waved at James as Mike walked the two of you over, and Mark crossed his arms, “So you’re into fossils now, eh?” he teased, grinning at you. “Oh shut up, Mark. I’ll bite you.” you threaten, frowning at him. “Don’t bite me, bite your new boyfriend.” Mark said, snorting as he opened the car door for Mike to gently put you in. “Quiet, Mark. I’ll kick your arse.” Mike said as he buckled you in. “It’s the alcohol speaking for him. Wee lad doesn’t chatter on like this.” Seamus said, chuckling softly as he got in the driver’s seat. “Yeah, it’s almost adorable seeing him like this.” James teased, only to be shoved into the car by Mark. “Quit your chattering and get inside.” he said, getting into the backseat with you the same time Mike was getting in. “But Mark, we’re just taking the piss! Don’t get all angry now.” James teased. “I’ll kill you.” Mark simply replied, resting his head against your shoulder. “Let’s just be quiet and get Y/N back to the dorms. She’s bloody exhausted now.” Mike said.
You hummed sleepily, resting your head on Mike’s arm. The drive back to base was quiet, filled by your soft, sleeping breaths. “Rather cute, innit? Seeing what they’re like when they’re asleep.” James said, turning to look at you once the car finally stopped outside the dorms. “Don’t get any ideas. But yes,” Mike said, looking down at you, “it is rather endearing.” he said. “Well, you should get her and yourself inside. Be careful with her.” Seamus said. “I will, don’t worry.” Mike said, gently shaking you to wake you up a bit as he unbuckled your seatbelt. You whined softly, opening your eyes to examine your surroundings. “Let’s go, we’re back on base.” Mike said softly. You nodded, gently pushing Mark’s head off you and putting it against the window of the car door before getting out of the car.
“Bye guys…” you say sleepily, allowing for Mike to lift you up. A collective “good bye” was given by the trio, and Seamus drove them back to the hangar to get back to their own dorms. “C’mon now, let’s go get those cuddles for you.” Mike said, walking to your dorm with you. “Thank you…I love you…” you mumble softly. “I love you more.” Mike said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You smiled and handed him the key to your dorm once he was in front of the door. He took it and unlocked your door, stepping inside with you before closing and locking it behind him. You carefully jumped out of his arms, kicking your shoes off before going and laying down in your bed, “Come…” you say, patting the space next to you. Mike chuckled softly and kicked off his own shoes, walking over and crawling into bed with you.
He pulled your blanket over the two of you, before bringing you closer to him. You wrapped your arm around him, nuzzling yourself into his chest. “Love you…” you mumble, drifting off to sleep. “I love you too…sweet dreams.” Mike said softly, closing his eyes. He felt content, finally having someone in his arms like this again. And he was glad it was you, and that’s what helped him sleep easier tonight.
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Characters I’ll Write For: Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction and Call of Duty. This may change later on, however, once I feel like branching out!
Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction:
Chul Kyung “Vigil” Hwa
Olivier “Lion” Flament
Erik “Maverick” Thorn
Jordan “Thermite” Trace
Miles “Castle” Campbell
Gustave “Doc” Kateb
Gilles “Montagne” Touré
Julien “Rook” Nizan
Saif “Oryx” Al Hadid
Dominic “Bandit” Brunsmeier
Elias “Blitz” Kötz
Marius “Jäger” Streicher
Sébastien “Buck” Côte
Håvard “Ace” Haugland
Mark “Mute” Chandar
Mike “Thatcher” Baker
James “Smoke” Porter
Seamus “Sledge” Cowden
César “Goyo” Ruiz Hernández
Masaru “Echo” Enatsu
Liu Tze “Lesion” Long
Collinn “Warden” McKinley
Aleksandr “Tachanka” Senaviev
Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda
Timur “Glaz” Glazkov
Shuhrat “Fuze” Kessikbayev
Ryad “Jackal” Ramírez Al-Hassar
Call of Duty:
John “Soap” MacTavish
Simon “Ghost” Riley
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Captain John Price
Phillip Graves
Talon
König
Hong-jin “Horangi” Kim
Zhiqiang “Zimo” Wong
Jesus “Chuy” Ordaz
Enzo Reyes
Sobieslaw “Gromsko” Kościuszko
Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra
Sebastian “Krueger” Krueger
Hans “Golem” Blaustein
Benjamin “Otter” Lee
Jackson Wyatt
Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza
Alejandro Vargas
Alex Keller
Gary “Roach” Sanderson
Sergio “Morte” Sulla
Vladimir Makarov
Thibault “Riptide” Lefebre
Roland “Swagger” Kaminski
What I Will Write:
Fluff
Light Smut (Vanilla)
Heavy Smut (Hardcore: dubcon, consensual non-con, and somnophilia are allowed under the circumstances that you explicitly specify that reader in the scenario will be consenting to it. if you aren’t comfortable requesting or reading that there will be time for you to scroll away. Doing this has helped me with my trauma.)
Angst (good, neutral, and bad endings)
NSFW Alphabets
SFW Alphabets
Character/Reader: Friends to Lovers
Character/Reader: Enemies to Lovers
Sick Character or Sick Reader
Gender Neutral, Female, and Male Readers
Mental Health (c-PTSD, Depression, Insomnia, and Anxiety will be the only ones I write about because those are of the few things I have been diagnosed with. I am not romanticizing these at all, keep that in mind)
Omegaverse (Alpha/Beta/Omega Character or Alpha/Beta/Omega Reader)
Monsterfucking
Multiple Partners (Exceptions will sometimes be made if I like the prompt enough)
Substance Use (only weed and alcohol)
Cheating and Toxic Relationships (My therapist has recommended I try to write stuff that helps ease off the trauma I’ve gotten from these)
Stalking
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Incest
Blatant Rape
Domestic Abuse
Child Abuse
Animal Abuse
Racism
Transphobia
Homophobia
Torture
Comforting Self-Harm (I used to allow this one but I’ve been in therapy for this for a good while now and it will trigger a relapse if I ever write for it again. Very slim chances of me writing for prompts like these ever again)
Suicide (Very, very, very slim chances of me ever making an exception for it)
Any obscure or gross fetishes/kinks
Character/Character (Exceptions can be made for this though!)
Pregnancy (I never properly addressed or clarified any of this and would like to apologize for what it was previously listed as. I am avoiding fetishization of anybody who can get pregnant because I have received 2 asks by the same person back in August and as you can tell, I never wrote them because they were offensive fetish prompts centered around stereotypes. There are no exceptions for this one)
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💖 Hi, may I please order a reader x thatcher with a side of "i just really need you here right now". It'll be for takeaway and I'll pay by card 💖
Mike had a hard time asking for help when he needed it.
Years of combat experience and bailing his brother out of fights had made him self-reliant. It was a trait you both loved and hated about him.
Sometimes, you could see the wear and tear when it started to show. The way he pinched the space between his eyebrows and squeezed his eyes shut. The way he sighed heavily when he came in the door before rummaging in the fridge for a beer and practically throwing himself on the couch.
Tonight was one of those nights. Mike had stumbled in the door, covered in dust and sporting a few fresh scrapes across his face.
"Everything alright?" you looked up from your book and he grunted in response before practically ripping the fridge door off of its hinges.
"I'll take that as a no," you rose from your seat and he looked up at you. You grimaced at the sight of him, bloodied and bruised with flecks of dust in his greying hair.
"You'd be right," he replied with a sigh before cracking the lid from the bottle of beer in his hand.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No."
He was locked down, as usual. You assumed something had gone very wrong on a mission- something you'd likely never hear about.
"Well, if you change your mind-"
Mike stopped you midsentence and wrapped his arms around your waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and you hesitated for a moment before running your fingers through his dark hair.
"It was bad," he mumbled against your skin, "Real bad."
"I'm sorry, Mike," you whispered as your fingers made another pass through his hair, "What can I do?"
"I just need you," he murmured and you felt his arms tighten.
"That I can do."
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