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Hello ! Can I have a SFW headcanon or alphabet for Thermite please ? xoxo
was in the mood to write for Jordan and I've always wanted to try doing an alphabet for someone before
Thermite SFW Alphabet
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) This man is suuuppper affectionate to the max. He loves to praise and maybe throw a joke in. Loves hugs and spending time with you. He's never afraid to show affection.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Honestly, he's a great best friend. He's pretty open to those around him. Being in his team in Rainbow forces him around you, not that he's complaining. He takes the opportunity to really bond with you and get to know you. Always one to keep the mood rather light and is extremely dependable. If you need him for anything he's always the friend who's willing to help… including situations that can get you in trouble.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) This man loves a good cuddle, he more of hangs about with his arm around you more than anything. Jordan's quick to hug especially when he's happy. If you manage to pull something off or win something he'd always going to hug you with a pat on the back. Yet he's not against quieting down and chilling. Sharing a bean bag with you partially in his lap, it's a perfect way for him to show affection.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) There are two sides to him. When he goes home he has a pretty chill typical lifestyle when he's away from the base. Perfectly fine at cooking and cleaning. He's an adult, he can adult when he tries. Makes a mean burger on the BBQ. He's a bit unsure if he will ever fully settle down with a desk job. It's something that's in the back of his mind as a 'one day' but realistically he's very aware and very expectant that one day his luck will run out. Jordan will never say it out loud but he believes he will most likely keep working until the job kills him. He's just had too many close calls to think otherwise.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Jordan tries to do it the right way. Sits down and says it straight. Does try to soften the blow and will put it on himself. Doesn't say 'it's not you, it's me' but very on the lines. Tries to be empathic and kind about the situation. Has big sad eyes the entire time.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Jordan is fine with commitment, he's happy to get married whenever it feels natural. He loves the idea of being connected even if you don't spend all your time with him. It has a warm little spot in his heart even if the pair of you haven't actually moved in.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) When it comes to being gentle he's right in the middle. Even though he's loud and hard-hitting, he can be gentle when need be. In tender moments his face will soften up and he's almost afraid to touch you in case he will break you. There are certain levels of emotional vulnerability that he has which can often be hidden by his humourous exterior. Some matters he offers up rather freely, such as how he feels and how much he cares. Yet things such as his concerns or deeper fears he's a lot less likely to bring forth.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) His hugs are pretty frequent. Big pick-you-up hugs or hugs of relief after a mission. Jordan hugs with his entire body rather tightly and loves to just hold you there with his head on your shoulder.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Depending on the situation is how quick he is. When he realizes it he will say it quickly if he believes you feel, well, at least positively or you're in a relationship. Sometimes he's a little hesitant to let people close, even though he doesn't show this. Purely just because he's lost so many sometimes he just doesn't want to lose anymore. Jordan's sick of mourning but he doesn't want that to control his life. The good times are worth it and he's going to tell you he loves you god help him.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Jordan can get a little jealous. Never shows it though. Ultimately he trusts you and believes that you wouldn't go behind his back as he would never go behind yours. The pair of you are a team. Yet sometimes emotions can get control of him, he is never jealous of people you know rather random people. It's less that he's afraid of someone taking you away from him but more of anger on your behalf. Say someone's chatting you up at a bar, that's what makes him jealous. You're his and he doesn't want them annoying you.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Loves to kiss, his go-to right before hugs. Firm kisses on your check, against your lips
Can't get enough of your face and will pepper your face with them. He doesn't mind so much where you kiss him, it's more about the meaning to him so he loves it no matter where you kiss him so long it's him your kissing.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Fantastic around kids, he's a fun guy and he knows how to be fun around kids but also cool enough that older kids like him as well. A lot of kids like explosives.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Aside from working, morning is one of the best times to be around him. At night he's always fiddling around with some explosive or gadget but in the morning he's still half asleep. Likes to trap you in his arms first thing and sleep in when possible. He looovves to sleep in.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Admittedly it can be a little bit hard to get Jordan to unwind. His mind is always so active, he needs to be doing something. He needs to be doing something with his hand. So nights you can distract him but he might get a little restless if the pair of you just shove a movie on. Even just holding his hands is enough, then he can run his thumb over your knuckles.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He's pretty open about most things except for his concerns and the more sadder side of him. Jordan's parents is something he might mention but for him to actually dive into how he feels? Probably not going to happen at least until a very long time. He barely accepts it himself let alone can talk about it.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Very hard to genuinely anger. You can rile him up a little or perhaps even annoy him but this man doesn't anger. He doesn't lose his cool. It would take something horrible for him to get truly angry.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Tries to remember as much as he can, the small things. Sometimes he does forget certain things but he remembers some small really important matters that you assume he would have forgotten. Might forget a date or something if he's swept up with work but remembers that one super specific brand of food that has to be imported that you like.
R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) His favourite memory…Things had gone, not great. Left unconscious and rather injured, Jordan was transported to emergency care for the bullets he managed to catch in his chest. Rather lucky it managed to miss any organs but that still hadn’t changed the fact that he almost bleed to death. You had been on a mission on your own on the other side of the world. So when Jordan woke up he hadn’t expected you to be there. The unfortunately familiar scent of medicine and beeping of medical equipment wasn’t something he was new to. Right away he knew he was in the hospital and due to the lack of aching in his body, he presumed he was on some heavy painkillers.
Yet there you were, still covered in sweat and dirt from your mission, you sat in a nearby chair. Completely asleep, your head leaned against the wall while a blanket had been draped over your shoulders. As per his usual situation, he pressed the call button next to him. He was a little surprised to see Gustave eventually answer with a slightly tired but kind smile on his face. “Good to see you awake.”
“Ah, my throat feels like ass.” Jordan attempted to speak but cringed at his dry throat. “How long was I out?
“A couple of days. Do you feel any other pain or discomfort?”
“Nah, I’m fine thanks doc. How long have they been here?” He nodded to your still-sleeping form. At first, Gustave let out a small sigh, you had been rather stubborn with the situation. Gustave wanted you to go sleep in your own bed and get rest but you protested.
“The second they found out.” That sigh of annoyance turned into a small smile. You cared, Gustave admired that. It also helped that while you refused to go back to your room, you had made sure to stay out of everyone's way. “Would you like to wake them up?”
“I’ll let them rest.”
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Jordan is pretty in the middle when it comes to being protective. He likes the idea of protecting you but he knows you can look after yourself. Unless you ever indicate that you want him to he's going to be in the background. When it comes to the field he has to try to keep a level head. It is something that pains him but he's smart about his decisions. You getting injured makes him so desperately want to look after you but he won’t forsake his team. Too many people are relying on him. He feels the same about being protected, he can handle it but the thought counts. Thinks it's adorable if you get protective so long as it's not out of hand.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) If he has the time he tries a lot. Not over the top though. Jordan prefers quality time more than anything and just hanging out. So he might do something special for valentines day or something but it's going to be a more at-home dinner situation. Will take you out to do fun things on your birthday and is not objective to a surprise party if you're comfortable with that.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Not looking after himself. He puts everyone else above himself quite often which doesn’t leave him in the best state. Jordan brushes off concern about himself until you get serious. It can be a really frustrating matter to deal with.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Not overly concerned with his appearance, sure he takes care of himself and grooms but he's not trying to be a model out here.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Jordan is his own person without you, he knows how to be rather healthy in a relationship and give you the space you need. Sure he misses you and there's a small tug on his heart when he's not around you but he's long since accepted it. So long as your happy somewhere in the world, he's happy, Jordan knows eventually you will return to him. He's happy to wait no matter how long it takes.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) One day he avoided you like the plague and when he did see you he had the saddest expression on his face. It left you rather confused but the next day he was back to his usual self. He spent that day recording a video in case something happened to him. Jordan is very aware of the life he lives and wanted to give you something for closure if he never had the opportunity to say goodbye.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Jordan is a pretty emphatic person, he cares a lot about the people around him. Anyone whos genuinely apathetic isn’t someone he would get along with. People who are unnecessarily mean to kids also rub him the wrong way.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) This dude can fall asleep legit anywhere. Often you can find him asleep in his chair or even on the couch during a movie. When he sleeps in the bed he's a bit of a cuddler when it comes to sleeping. Might not start the night with an arm around you but it does happen during the night. If he hasn’t had a lot of sleep recently he snores but only when he's reached a deep sleep.
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yooo i found your blog awhile ago and everything is just *chef's kiss* would it be alright if i request some headcannons for Doc, Blitz, Thermite, Jager, and Caveira about what they would do if their S/O was kidnapped by the White Masks/a terrorist organization? how do you think they would react to the news?
Thank you hun <3 I’m excited someone requested a female op, I love rainbows’ girls, I also really enjoyed writing this whole ask!
TW: kidnapping, terrorists and light mentions of torture.
Doc
- Always stressed and always working, now he won’t even leave any of the working stations. If he’s forced to he just brings all the work with him. Gustave is constantly looking over the folder they’ve put together for your rescue.
- He knows the information they have isn’t enough yet, but he also knows that the love of his life is in the hands of some disgusting and cruel people.
- Truly, he doesn’t want to think about the horrible things you could be going through yet it’s all that his mind seems to wander too.
- Sure, Gustave has always been the type to get short with people, but now there’s no warnings for when that happens. He sounds so spiteful and hurt to everyone who interacts with him.
- Harry starts to get worried if Doc being on the mission is even a good thing and pulls him aside to talk about it a few times.
- Gustave needs this though. And states his case that he’s the most experienced medical personal they have here. You’ll need medical care when they get you.
- “What if we can’t get them Gustave?”
- His stomach caves in on itself at that one sentence.
- “I won’t accept that failure.”
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Blitz
- A sunshine that absolutely loves you and makes sure everyone knows. And trust me, everyone knows about you two.
- So when receiving news and confirmation that you were kidnap and currently being held hostage, no one wanted to be the one to tell him.
- When Elias did find out, he was crushed. It was like his world stoppped. He couldn’t process it for at least the first five minutes. He just kept looking at them, nervous laughter and eyes pleading, praying for them to all the sudden say “just kidding!”
- But they never did. “I’m sorry”, is all they said before leaving him alone.
- Apart if him is in such shock he just lays for a while. He wishes he could just lay forever but it doesn’t take too long for it to click that you’re kidnapped. He has to get up and go on the mission. The longer he lays the more danger you’re in.
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Thermite
- Jordan’s lost almost everyone close to him. His mother, his sister, comrades… He sometimes feels like Rainbow is all the has left.
- When you arrived though, he had something else to live for. He had someone to call when he had a break or when his co workers talked about their families, he could brag about you.
- The news just absolutely kills him. He wants to lay down and wake up with you in the morning, telling him how silly he was and that it was all a bad dream.
- Already, he has troubles bringing down his stress levels. Yumiko has had to step in a bit and help her friend. Especially once he receives this news. Yumiko is doing what she can to help Jordan get through this.
- At night he sits over the planners and case file and maps and notes- all of it, his eyes never close for longer than 30 minutes. He’s very well liked among his peers, so everyone’s at least a little concerned about the Texan.
- “Jordan, you want to be able to get them home don’t you? Then take care of yourself so when we go in, you’re in top shape. They’d want you too.”
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Jäger
- Oh my dear Marius. His childhood was lonely and he’s always been at least a bit too out of everyone’s box it feels like.
- Then you came along and he’s never cared for anyone the way he does you. Now he’s wondering if that’s a bad thing. With a job like his maybe he’s not meant to be with someone.
- He was informed of your kidnapping while watching the latest documentary about biomedical engineering. He remembers pausing it on 1:15:17. After that nothing felt real.
- Marius immediately jumped up to get to work to find you. Anything and everything he was doing it.
- He tried to keep a level head through it. But his cracks showed through to the others. His normal abrasive optimism of “It’s our job, of course we can do this.” Doesn’t feel as natural as it used too.
- He wants to be straight in the action of your rescue. He wants to be able to hold you again, soothe your wounds and make sure you’re okay.
- Marius isn’t an aggressive person and the GSG9 has trained him to hurt the least amount of people possible during his missions. Seeing any of the horrible people who were involved with taking you away though, it fills him with an unusual amount of anger.
- His goal will still remain the same throughout everything. He won’t let any of these bubbling emotions tear him away from that. He needs you home.
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Caveria
- Taina always been afraid of letting people in. She’s seen all the messed up things people can do. But she loved you and you loved her. She was honestly happy with something so soft. And the world took that away once again.
- She’s shattered by this but she only shows it around others with her anger. They can’t know how she’s cried when she found out.
- But her close comrades notice, even if she doesn’t want them too.
- She’s known to be more of a hostile person. Blame it on the years of learning the art of how to properly (and legally) torture someone. Or maybe even the crippling poverty she watched her family suffer from.
- Harry can understand Tainas frustration. But letting her on the mission could leave some major problems on Rainbows hands. Knowing that Ash is one of the only operators that Taina can get along with, he asks her to deliver the news.
- “ Taina. We’re removing you from the mission. At least the frontlines. You can still help with background work. But that’s all… I’m sorry.”
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Oh oh oh! Imagine this, Thermite offers to help pet sit but takes a nap and can’t find the pet after waking up…only to find it hours later gnawing on one of his shoes xD
i have imagined it and i have found that it was very very cute 😭 just him freaking out after he realizes he lost it but then finding it in the most obvious spot after spending all day looking for it is funny to me LMAO i hope you like it! u get a whole lil fic too bc i love u
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Thermite x Reader: Tiny Rascal
Trigger Warnings: Slight panic attack
Before you and Jordan started dating, he would usually come to crash at your place after a stressful operation. It happened so often that you even gave him his own key should he ever come to your house and you weren’t home. He also usually came to see your pet, a cute little rabbit you had rescued from the side of the road a couple years back. Jordan adored the little guy, you’d even named him after his callsign, Thermite, because it was the first name that came to mind.
Plus, he reminded you of Jordan a bit, and that honestly made him flustered.
At the moment, Jordan was currently sitting on your couch, keeping his eyes on Thermite for you. You had a meeting that was going to be hours away, and you wouldn’t be back home until practically midnight. Not wanting the little guy to go hungry the entire day, Jordan offered to take care of him. You agreed, of course, as Jordan was the person you trusted the most with him. Upon agreement, he also told you to stay overnight at a hotel over there so you didn’t drive home alone at night, but you reassured him you’d be fine to make it back home.
So, as he sat there and waited, Jordan watched as little Thermite messed around with a tiny little ball. He was pushing it forward with his face, and occasionally hopped around. Jordan made sure to feed him the regular things you fed him, and kept alarms on his phone whenever he needed to feed Thermite. Looking at the time, Jordan saw he had about 4 hours to wait before feeding Thermite again. “Hm, I can get myself some sleep…I’ve been awake for an entire day before getting here. Surely little Thermite won’t move away from his spot.” Jordan said to himself, now laying down on your couch so he could sleep more comfortably. He stared at Thermite for a bit before his eyes slowly hooded over, and the last thing Jordan saw before knocking out was Thermite bouncing away.
As he slept, Jordan envisioned a life with you for some reason. He dreamed of the two of you outside in your backyard, playing with Thermite and a German Shepherd pup Jordan hadn’t seen before. It was a heartwarming sight, don’t get him wrong, but why was he now seeing such a peculiar dream? Had the Texan man himself been hiding feelings from you deep within, one’s he wasn’t even aware of? I mean, you were Jordan’s ideal type. A hard worker, but didn’t mind a bit of help here and there, affectionate and gentle, but not afraid to be distant and harsh. You were everything he could have dreamed of, and he can’t believe he’s just now realizing it.
Suddenly being stripped away from the domestic dream he had of you, Jordan was awoken by the sound of his phone’s alarm going off. He sat himself up and rubbed his eyes before stretching, yawning in the process. “Alright little guy! Let’s get you some food before your other parent comes back home!” Jordan called out, standing up and getting Thermite’s food bowl. He then walked to the kitchen, washing his hands before he prepared the food. Overwhelmed by a feeling of dread, one Jordan didn’t even feel when the safety of the world was at stake, he turned around and saw that Thermite wasn’t even in the living room. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…” Jordan said, covering up the food and leaving it where it was.
“Thermite?! Come out little guy!” Jordan yelled as he carefully walked throughout your home. He kept his eyes on the floor, just in case Thermite decided to pop back up. Jordan checked under every bed, behind every door, and in between every shelf and dresser you owned but couldn’t find him anywhere. “Y/N’s gonna kill me if I don’t find him…” Jordan muttered. He would then come to spend a good 4 hours looking for Thermite, and it was at this point where he noticed something other than Thermite was missing.
Jordan was actually missing one of his shoes.
Deciding now to look for the major hint in finding Thermite, Jordan was now on the hunt for his missing shoe. He checked all corners of the house one final time, and he almost damn near slammed his fucking forehead on the wall. “God dammit!” he exclaimed, reaching down and gently lifting Thermite up from behind the couch. “You took my shoe and hid with it just so you could eat it!” he scolded, scowling at Thermite. Thermite didn’t do much while in Jordan’s hands, merely sniffing and licking both of them. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Now come on, it’s time for you to eat.” Jordan said.
He walked over to Thermite’s food bowl, and decided to hold him in one arm so he could prepare his food properly now. As Jordan was doing this, your front door opened. He turned to see you and smiled as he watched you take your shoes off and put your bag down on the floor, “Welcome back, Y/N. How was that meeting?” he asked. “Grueling. Too many people arguing for no reason.” you say softly, locking your front door. “Thermite gave you no trouble, I hope?” you ask.
Jordan sighing heavily, he shakes his head, “Oh no, this little man is a menace. He hid from me for 4 whole hours and I felt stupid the moment I found him.” he said, handing Thermite over to you once you walked over. “Aw, I’m sorry about that…I promise I’ll make it up to you.” you say, taking Thermite’s food bowl from Jordan and putting him into his cage. “There. Now he won’t cause any more trouble.” you say, walking back over to Jordan. You embraced him from behind, burying your face into his back. “Hey, you mind if I talk to you a bit seriously?” Jordan asked. “Mhm…go ahead…” you say sleepily, holding onto his waist a bit tighter.
Jordan began flustering, and he cleared his throat. “I had a dream about you…about us, more like it…” he said softly. “And..?” you ask softly. “We were living together, and we were playing with Thermite and a little German Shepherd pup. It felt…nice…just feeling like I had a permanent person to spend time with…” he scoffed softly, “But why would you want to spend your time with me? I’m constantly away on missions, and probably always on my last one where I don’t know if I’ll be coming home to you.” he finished. “Jordan…” you say, a somber song coming through with your tone. “What is it? Gonna outright reject me as well, huh?” he asked.
Taking your arms off him, you turned him to face you, “I spend my time with you every single time you come over and sleep on my couch. I love spending my time with you, and I don’t care if I have to wait for you to come back, you always do no matter what.” you say, putting your hands gently on his face. “And if I don’t?” Jordan asked, looking you directly in the eye.
There it was, that look of determination he loved so much.
“Then I live on for you. Keep you in my memories, cherish every moment the two of us had together. You’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had, Jordan. And hell, with a romantic fucking confession like that, I can’t help but admit I had dreams like that too. Ones where we lived our lives happily ‘til we got old and croaked.” you say. Jordan gave you a soft smile, “So…does that mean you want to go out with me?” he asked. “Does this answer your question?” you tease, then pull Jordan into a quick yet passionate kiss.
Upon pulling away, you saw Jordan’s eyes widened immensely, and it made you laugh. “Why are you laughing? Didn’t expect me to be shocked at the fact we both confessed to each other, and you solidified what could be the very beginning of our now romantic relationship?” Jordan said, frowning at you. “It’s just super cute! I love your shocked expressions. Well, all of them really.” you say, caressing his face. “You haven’t seen all of them. There’s a couple you haven’t gotten to look at yet.” Jordan suggested, winking at you. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “Well, I’m gonna go take a shower. Feel free to join if you want, just no roaming hands from you.” you say, winking back at him.
You let him go and walked over to grab your bag that had some extra clothes, walking upstairs to your bathroom. “Well I’ll be damned, now we’re showering together? What’s next, huh?” Jordan asked, following you upstairs. “Not sure yet, let’s take it nice and slow, Tex.” you say as you slip into the bathroom. “Oh Y/N, always so hard to get.” Jordan joked, causing you to laugh. All it took was one day of pet sitting and a few years of crashing on your couch for Jordan to finally muster up the courage to confess his true feelings for you. Who would’ve known?
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I dont know if you're doing deimos yet or based off song fics, but if you do. Deimos x Fem! reader, exes to lovers . Maybe starting off the fic with a flashback, the flashback being based off austin by dasha where the reader ran into Deimos again when they were tracking him, reaching him before the others only to realize who he was off his voice and asking him this,
"Did your boots stop workin'?, Did your truck break down? (Truck break down), Did you burn through money?, Did your ex find out? (Ex find out), Where there's a will then there's a way, And I'm damn sure you lost it, Didn't even say goodbye, Just wish I knew what caused it, Was the whiskey flowin'?, Were you in a fight?, Did the nerves come get you?, What's your alibi?, I made my way back to LA, And that's where you'll be forgotten, In forty years you'll still be here, Drunk, washed up in Austin"
By all means please disregard that part if you dont do song fics that's fine! but pretty much just the reader calling him out for leaving their plans behind which lead to her joining rainbow. Then the two of them eventually making it up later down the line after the flash back, the two being forced to work together, or maybe after a fight something happens and they have to rely on each other for survival, only to realize they're still in love all these years later
Thanks for taking the time to read :) feel free to dm if you need more details!
FIRST OF ALL- Thank you for the new song, I'm in love with it.
SECOND- A DEIMOS REQUEST?! Truly we are blessed.
Timeline-wise I'm not sure this makes any sense whatsoever but eh.
Deimos was always a bridge burner. It was what he did best.
Maybe it was foolish, but you truly thought that the bridge between the two of you couldn't be burned. Until you came home one night to find all of his things gone, everything he'd kept in your apartment cleared out as if he'd never been there.
Phone calls were useless. His number had already been disconnected.
You had no idea what had driven the sudden disconnect. His work had always been secretive, much like your own, but he always assured you that you'd be the first to know if he had to go dark.
Perhaps it was your fault.
In the months that followed, you threw yourself into your work, desperately trying to push Gerald from your mind until Harry Pandey showed up on your doorstep.
"You'd be an asset to Rainbow," Harry clutched the mug of tea you'd offered him as he sat across from you at the small table, "We're facing a new threat, the Keres Legion."
He said the name as if it would mean something to you. When you didn't respond, he cleared his throat awkwardly and continued, "They're led by Gerald Morris."
Your heart dropped into your shoes as soon as the words left his mouth. Harry must have sensed the change, swiftly pivoting the conversation back to recruitment.
"Joining us would give you a chance to make a difference."
You knew what he meant.
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Harry was dead by the end of the week that he'd recruited you.
Rainbow was in disarray, constantly besieged by the Keres Legion and now without a leader. Your integration to their ranks was rocky at best- distrustful looks often followed you, accompanied by whispers behind hands.
Jordan, "Thermite" as they called him in the field, was your support in the first few weeks after your recruitment. You were assigned to Redhammer alongside him, tasked with hitting Keres hard and fast, hoping to catch them off-guard.
You were filled with a kind of righteous fury that only Gerald could bring out in you.
You threw yourself into each mission, carving a warpath like a raging wildfire. Every Keres member that you put in the ground only served to enrage you further, mere pawns that the mighty 'Deimos' put between you and him.
Jordan told you to use it, to unbottle the anger and unleash it in full. He was angry too. He'd already lost friends in the Nighthaven split, and now Harry was dead.
"We take him alive, understood?" Jordan gave you a pointed look as he spoke. Weeks of field operations had led you closer to Deimos and his hiding place.
Jordan looked exhausted. Dark circles haloed his eyes and his beard had become unruly. Since Harry's death, he had taken on more responsibility, alongside Doc and Caveira.
Redhammer was huddled outside a warehouse bathed in moonlight, all eyes trained on a floor plan that Jordan had laid on the ground. Red arrows and Xs indicated entry points and positions; you were to take the cat walk that ran above the central room, gaining entry via the window to the east.
Getting inside was easy. Too easy.
You crept along the catwalk while Ash and Thermite came in from below. Fuze set to work planting charges on the exterior of the building.
Beneath you, Keres mercs rifled through crates of weapons. They were of no concern to you, your eyes were fixed on the reinforced door on the opposite side of the room.
Just as you reached it, the sounds of gunfire erupted below, muzzle flashes lighting up the dim space as Thermite and Ash engaged in a firefight.
The gunfire didn't concern you.
You leveled your boot into the door near the handle and it banged open, ricocheting off the wall and sending splinters into the room. You caught sight of Gerald's back as he leapt through the open window and you swore, bounding after him. He had no time to detach his rope, so you followed him down, landing gracefully just feet behind him.
You jumped, tackling him around his middle and bringing him to the ground with a dull thud that forced the air from his lungs. He rolled onto his back, and before he could recover, you leveled a punch into his gut that made him grunt under his mask.
"Deimos," you spit the codename out and he chuckled, "end of the line."
"Still just as pretty, even when you're tryin' to kill me," you could almost hear the smile in his words, "see they got you fightin' the good fight."
"Give me a reason," you hissed.
"I'm bettin' Trace told you to take me alive."
You faltered for a moment and Gerald laughed again. He hadn't attempted to push you off yet, but you knew it was coming. Back in the warehouse, discordant yells were still mixed with gunfire.
"Why did you do it?" you finally asked the question that had burned a hole through you for months, your pistol still pressed firmly against his chest, "Why did you leave?"
"You knew the game, doll," he cocked his head as he stared up at you, "Not like I had fun doing it."
"You didn't even say goodbye," your voice wavered, despite your best efforts, "Not a fucking word- just gone."
He didn't respond, which only pissed you off further.
"Not once did you try to reach out to me," you pressed the gun harder into his chest, "Why?"
"You were safer that way."
The gunfire stopped and your grip on Gerald faltered. In one swift motion, he rolled, knocking you off of him and scrambling to his feet before he disappeared into the night. You cursed and aimed your pistol wildly into the dark, but he was already gone.
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Jordan knew it wasn't your fault, not really. But that didn't stop Sam from handing you your ass in the days that followed the botched capture attempt.
As punishment, he'd stuck you on watch duty, holed up in some shithole safe house with ears and eyes trained on the warehouse across the street. By the second day, you felt as if you were losing your mind- you were practically begging for something, anything to happen.
And then something did happen.
"Can't believe Rainbow still uses the same safe houses after all these years."
You leapt from your chair and spun on your heel to find Gerald standing in the doorway. Your heart took residence in your throat as you stared him down, your own reflection looking back at you from the eyes of his mask.
"You can relax, sweetheart," he took a few steps forward and you tensed, eyes darting to the door behind him. How much had he changed in all these months? Some of the files you'd read...
"You think I'd hurt you?" he sounded wounded, but you kept your guard up, cursing yourself for resting your sidearm so far from you.
"You've hurt plenty of other people," you glanced at the door again as you spoke, but he had planted himself firmly between it and you.
"They weren't you."
"Why are you here?" you dared a small step toward your pistol that rested on the table near the window.
"Because in about six minutes, this place is gonna be crawling with Masks. Zero isn't as meticulous as Harry was. Shame."
"Harry would still be here if it weren't for you," you shot back and he shrugged.
"You gonna come with me, or you plan on dying to prove a point?"
As if on cue, there was a commotion at the front of the safe house that told you the location was compromised. You glanced at the door, then back to Gerald. He cocked his head in anticipation.
You grabbed your gun from the table and together, you leapt through the window, rolling gracefully as you hit the pavement below. Shots rang out from the window and hit the pavement, sending showers of sparks that lit the dark street at your feet.
You trailed behind Gerald as he wove through the darkening alleyways. No doubt Zero would get word that your location had been compromised. He'd likely send a unit, and you had to wonder if he'd even be disappointed that you weren't there.
Gerald's safe house was nicer than Rainbow's, a fact that wasn't lost on you. You knew that if word got back to HQ about this, you'd be court-martialed at the bare minimum.
It wasn't until your adrenaline ran dry that you noticed the way he clutched at his side protectively, gloved fingers glinting crimson under the fluorescent light.
"You're hit," you moved toward him and he chuckled, pulling his hand to the side so you could see the wound.
"Always so observant," he drawled and you rolled your eyes.
"Let me look at it."
Gerald sank into a chair near the covered window and shucked his jacket to reveal the bloodied area. The bullet, by some miracle of poor White Mask aim, had passed clean through and missed anything vital.
All the anger you'd had was still there, bubbling just below the surface. You still resented him, still hated him with every fiber of your being.
But when he pulled his mask off and tossed it aside, you felt your heart hammer as it had before. He was still the same. Still sharp features and dark eyes that watched your every move as you cleaned the wound and packed it with gauze.
"Harry was right to recruit you," his voice was low as he observed your work.
"Well, he's dead now and losing you last time landed me in this mess."
Gerald grunted in response and you felt the anger as it welled up behind your teeth, threatening to fall out of your mouth like a red hot flame.
"You still hate me, don't ya?" he cocked his head and for a moment the fire died down as your eyes met his. They still crinkled at the corners when he smiled, though new wrinkles had joined the old since you'd last seen his face.
"Do you blame me?" you spat and his smile faded, "Did your phone stop working? Did you even think about me once?" the fire was back, raging in your chest as you stared up at him, defiant as always.
"I never stopped thinkin' about you."
The fire went out in an instant.
"Every day I hoped you were safe. I used to drive by the old place just to make sure you were alive," Gerald leaned in toward you and your heart jumped into your throat, "And every goddamn day, I prayed you'd forgive me."
You opened your mouth, then closed it again, unable to find the words. You'd spent so much time hating him. Resenting him to the point that it made you ill.
Now, here he stood before you- not the mighty Deimos, just Gerald Morris. The man you'd loved.
The man you still loved.
For so long you'd buried it under the anger, convincing yourself that you hated him, convincing the world that you hated him.
"So, do you?" he asked and you met his gaze again, furrowing your brows in confusion, "Forgive me?"
Before you could stop yourself, your arms were around his broad frame, and your face found it's old home buried against his chest. He chuckled and returned the embrace, resting his chin on the crown of your head.
"That a 'yes'?"
You weren't even sure what your forgiveness would look like- how you could reconcile what he'd done- what he would continue to do. But in that moment, it didn't matter, none of it did. You had him here, and he had you.
"Yes."
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Masterlist? Yeah that's what this is.
TAGLIST
They- ideas of an eldritch reader character (1st writing)
Callsign- The introduction of my Storm Au aka how storm got their callsign
The Crow- A request For a crow based Eldritch reader and the ideas within
You Knew It Was Coming- Storm Au, Head-canons about their proper introductions to the TF-141
A Grave Mistake- Storm Au + Eldritch reader combo, what happened when Graves betrayed The 141
An Off Day- Storm has an off day, told from the perspective of 141
Incorrect Quotes- featuring 141, Storm, and They
More Incorrect Quotes- Featuring 141 and Storm
Various Little Blurbs- Little story ideas mostly featuring Storm
Training- Storm, Gaz, and Soap Training
More Blurbs!- More little story ideas featuring members of the 141 and Storm
Even More Blurbs!- More little story Ideas, not featuring Call of Duty
The First Clue (first draft)- The start of Jason Todd their ass
An Old Friend- Storm pays visit to an old friend.
I Like Writing These- More Incorrect quotes
Jason Todd Their Ass 2- ON HIATUS- An expanded rewrite of the first clue for Jason Todd their ass
Dragon request- request for a dragon based reader!
Seriously, these are fun and possibly canon- more incorrect quotes
Independent sources- storm has different avenues for information
Demigod idea 2 3- Ideas of demigods in Cod universe
Bar scene- Price stops by a bar on the search for a missing squad
Call of Duty x Rainbow 6 siege ideas- Idea of rainbow six in the cod universe
Observations- A conversation between rainbow operators Blackbeard and Ash about some observations of Laswell’s offering.
Cats and Dreams- request for some cat themed eldritch ideas. Found a cat god on accident.
Crash- Storm has a conversation with a their dad figure and makes a phone call
Impressions- Thermite observing some strangers on rainbow base
Steeeve- some ideas and build up for a monster au
Hungry- the earth is hungry
All can be found under the tag eld writes
CHECK THIS OUT!
@grey-writes-stuff is a fellow writer working with Eld's favorite dumbass. Storm!
Siblings- zombie au! featuring Storm and Grey's character, Ferret
The First Few Days- The first few days after the incidents in Siblings
Moving On- Moose has an encounter of the very punchy kind in the afterlife
A Chat- Moose and Bes have a chat, captain to dumbass
Pharmacy run- ferret’s trying
Fandoms I write for-
Call of duty Mw2
Rainbow six siege
Requests = OPEN
Inbox = OPEN
#masterlist#eld writes#call of duty x reader#cod mw2#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#141 x reader#taskforce 141#captain john price#mw2 141#percy jackson#rainbow six x reader#cod fanfic#mw2 fanfic#pjo fanfic#rainbow six siege#wer6community
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If you wish to put in a request, feel free to inbox me here! Be sure to read the rules before sending anything in, and I hope you enjoy what I've come up with! // masterlist.
[ 🔑 ] [rq] requested :|: [hc] headcanons :|: [os] one shot :|: [mb] moodboard :|: 💔 angst :|: 🌶️ NSFW :|: 🎃 halloween :|: 🎄 christmas
⇨ D O M I N I C B R U N S M E I E R || bandit
[hc] alphabet [rq]
[os] reunion [rq]
⇨ S É B A S T I E N C Ô T É || buck
[hc] alphabet [rq]
⇨ G U S T A V E K A T E B || doc
[os - 💔] outbreak [rq] - male reader
⇨ E M I L S V E N S S O N || fenrir
[hc] dating [rq]
[hc - 🌶️] alphabet A-G [rq]
⇨ S H U H R A T K E S S I K B A Y E V || fuze
[hc] sweet thoughts [rq]
[os] company [rq] - female oc
⇨ T I M U R G L A Z K O V || glaz
[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]
[hc] alphabet [rq]
[hc] dating [rq]
[os - 🎃] paint [rq]
[os] artist's touch [rq]
⇨ M A R I U S S T R E I C H E R || jäger
[hc] alphabet [rq]
⇨ M A X I M B A S U D A || kapkan
[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]
[hc] dating [rq]
[os] inquiry [rq]
[os] shock [rq]
⇨ O L I V I E R F L A M E N T || lion
[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]
[hc] alphabet [rq]
⇨ E R I K T H O R N E || maverick
[os] happenstance [rq]
⇨ M A R K C H A N D A R || mute
[hc] alphabet [rq]
[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]
⇨ A L E X S A N D R S E N A V I E V || tachanka
[hc] alphabet [rq]
[hc - 🌶️] spicy thoughts [rq]
[os] welcome surprises [rq] - nsfw-ish?
[os] visitation [rq] - reader insert
[os - 🎃] costume change [rq]
⇨ J O R D A N T R A C E || thermite
[hc - 🌶️] alphabet [rq]
[hc] alphabet [rq]
[hc] asking for a date [rq] - recruit reader
[os] acceptance [rq]
[os] emotions [rq]
⇨ C H U L K Y U N G H W A || vigil
[hc - 💔] compromised [rq] - male reader
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ツ Thad x Chaotic! Inventor! Worker Drone Reader
My 14 request! Hope you like!
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Thad knew several types of worker drones around the colony, some annoying, some cool, some weird..a certain very hardcore drone girl, Uzi to be exact, and you... who was pure chaos in a worker drone version and Uzi's best friend. When he found out about the things you had done, in addition to your many diabolical inventions against the disassembly drones, he was both impressed and afraid of you- after all, it wasn't just any worker drone that had the guts to take on murder drones... Like:
> You managed to make J think she was about to explode by making a ticking noise while you were hidden from her. (Only worked because she was low on oil- But still-)
> You've made a complex system of mirrors to direct sunlight to specific points in a certain location in the city, thus making that spot inaccessible to the murder drones. (Thad is really curious where you got so many mirrors-)
> Somehow you managed to get your hands on some thermite and so you ended up making some bombs. (Like- How?-)
> You managed to give N a can of oil so he doesn't hunt you down. (You threw the can right in his face- disappearing from sight completely)
> You managed to make V think that some buildings were haunted by human ghosts- (Thad really didn't want to know how you got it- he didn't want to get trauma from you sorry-)
> You used a magnetic arrow to join V and J wings once. (You liked to see the two of them trying to separate their wings- I mean- It's kinda funny I guess?)
> You managed to spoof a call from JCJenson, putting J on hold for at least two hours before she realized and angrily make a scene. (He wanted to see this honestly- lol)
After learning all of your brave and crazy deeds, Thad could now understand why you and Uzi were best friends...you guys were like a chaotic insane super hero duo?- nice.
Another normal day like any other had begun in the colony, with Thad still in his bed, sound asleep while seeming to have a beautiful dream. But suddenly he feels something heavy on top of him... so he slowly starts his systems, blinking his eyes to find only you on top of him... giving him an excited smile.
" Aah- ah?- (Y/n)?- What are you doing? It's still too early..and we still have school today at 6..." Thad spoke in a tired tone looking at the clock that said 2 am .
" Awn! Let's go Thad! I have something new I want you to see! " You exclaimed in an excited tone, still wearing your test lab coat, giving the sleepy drone a few shakes which he made small despondent moans of sleepiness.
" Alright, alright...just get off of me, so I can get ready.. " Thad said giving a small yawn, so you gave him a big smile, rolling off him only to stop on the other side of the bed. The male drone got up, heading to a dressing table there, taking his cap that was hanging and adjusting it on his head.
" What do you want to show me so badly anyway to wake me up so early (Y/n)? Besides having class I need to do my morning workout in 3 hours...and you could have woken my parents up..." Thad he said finally finishing fixing his clothes, then giving you a look in the mirror, which you just gave an innocent smile with bright eyes to your boyfriend.
" I didn't wake you up just to tell you what I built to you goofball... unless you don't want to see it... " You said simply, then faking a sad face that sent Thad into a panic.
" No, no! I really want to see! I'm just sleepy- " Thad said quickly with a panicked look not wanting his partner to get upset with him. You looked at him with a blank expression, then chuckled putting a hand over your mouth.
" It's okay darling..I'm just kidding with you- Aren't you just a sweet guy? Sweetie little guy? Hahaha" You said in a soft teasing tone, soon giving another giggle seeing Thad's cheeks blush.
" Come on (Y/n)... don't do that kind of stuff to me honey.. " Thad said shyly approaching the bed, then stopping in front of you looking into your eyes. You smiled at Thad with an amused smile.
" Are you ready now? I don't have time to waste " You say getting up and walking past Thad with a spin, thus looking at him once more. The male drone gave you a small shy smile, but soon agreed.
" Okay! Let's go now then! " You exclaimed excitedly, soon grabbing one of Thad's hands and starting to drag him out of his room, thus finally starting to walk through the corridors of the colony to your house and personal laboratory.
" I hope nothing got blown up while I was gone... " You spoke in a low tone to yourself, which Thad ended up hearing.
" Blown up?...(Y/n) don't tell me you were messing with bombs again.. I already told you how dangerous that is! Do you remember the last time you made that light bomb? You hurt your cheek really bad- " Thad questioned you with a concerned tone, which you gave a small grim smile at first, but then shook your head.
" No...they're not bombs...well, technically they are actually- " You said absently with a idiot smile.
" (Y/n)! " Thad exclaimed with a worried and sour expression. It made you chuckle softly at him, which calmed the poor drone a bit who looked at you with concern and love.
Thad loved your chaotic self, but sometimes he wondered what you would be like if you weren't so chaotic. But in the end he always thought...You were perfect just the way you were, and he would always love you for who you are.
#md#murder drones#murder drones thad#md thad#md thad x reader#murder drones thad x reader#murder drones x reader
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pairing: fuse x male reader
req: no | wc: 1.04k
summary: Fuse only wants a kiss. Or does he?
warnings: swearing, little suggestive
a/n: i dont play apex mobile but i’m counting the mobile exclusive agents. Don’t be confused, the other agents aren’t here. just explaining the 24
The next season of the Apex Games was coming soon.
“Hey, darling?”
“Yeah?”
Seeing it as a big occasion, Fusey, being the kind and rowdy man he was, decided to organize a little party. He had prepared much for it already: entertainment, a DJ, a dance floor for the DJ, booze, coolers for the booze, everything he could possibly think of had basically been checked off his mental list.
All except catering, that is.
Seeing as the venue was, well, his own home, as the host he couldn’t have some regular old Joe (as professional as he may be) cater his guests; not when he was able to guarantee a good meal himself.
The man was a lovely cook when it came down to food he loved. And what he loved most was a great–no, amazing barbie. He had made it his mission to make that barbie happen.
“There’s more meat coming off than peel.”
“Oh, shut up. It's not my fault you don't own a bloody veggie peeler!”
"Don't need one when the knife is just as good."
So here you were, just a couple hours before the party, leaning over a sink and peeling vegetables. It was just the two of you—the two of you making food for twenty-four people.
There was sauce to make, salads to mix, veggies to cut. Man, the menu was large.
You might as well be demanding a chef’s salary from him.
Your fingers felt as wrinkled as a grandma’s. With all the veggies you had run under the faucet and the water that still clung to their skin, your hands stayed wet and wrinkly. You reckon they wouldn’t be as fucked if you were faster at peeling them. See, whilst Fuse was a great cook, you were far from it.
Your time in the kitchen had been spent somehow burning water, setting things on fire (the non-professional way) and spilling shit all over the place.
As much as Fuse loved a thermite grenade, the arson of his own kitchen was far from enjoyable, which is why you were delegated the task of peeling.
While you could probably use a knife for violent ways, you could definitely not use it for the delicate work of peeling nonuniform veggies. But you wouldn’t admit that. Not that you needed to, anyway. The peel filled sink was enough evidence.
“What are you even doing over there, anyway?” You scoff, “I don’t see shit on the stove.”
“Keep your eyes on your own work, bludger.” He replies in a snarky tone that matches yours. “There’s more veggies a-waitin’ and they ain’t gonna peel themselves.”
You turn to him, blank look on your face, “Weren’t you just commenting on my work?”
“That’s different!” He proclaims.
You huff, “As if!”
“Look, I’ll be right back with something, and then I’ll get to work.” He gives you a pointed look, “Will that satisfy you?”
“Depends on what you’re coming back with.”
“Oh, trust me,” He chuckles, “You’ll like it."
"Better not just be breaking out the budgie smugglers."
He promptly takes his leave. Now alone, without him to entertain you, you focus back on your boring old work. Speaking of, it was a damn miracle that your fingers weren’t littered with cuts. Whatever guardian angel was watching over you today must’ve been the same one that picked Wally out for you, as much of a prick he was right now.
You were tired of standing still and straight for minutes on end. So, you hunch over, leaning your elbows against the edge of the counter.
You only realize how suggestive the pose is when Wally comes back.
In truth, you have only been thinking in your comfort's best interests.
“Woah, love, today is not the day!” His voice turns into a near whisper, “Or well, at least right now is not the time.”
You turn to him curiously, brow raised. “What d'ya mean?”
Instead of answering outright, Wally struts over with one of those stupid, charming smirks of his you've grown to love. Oftentimes it meant he was smug about something, and while you knew he was smug, you could tell he wanted to do something mischievous too.
You just couldn't tell what.
Though, if you had only an inkling of awareness, you'd have known.
"Oh, no, nothing." He says, even though you know he's absolutely bluffing. He leans with his waist against the counter, eyes already half-lidded.
"Fair dinkum?" You mirror his stance, far from convinced.
"O'course! Could never lie to ya, love." He snickers, knowing his accent is rubbing off on you. Then, he pulls you in for a kiss.
Needless to say, your current vegetable and knife are abandoned by the sink, and so are most of your curious thoughts.
It's only a short kiss, but far far from chaste.
"Not that I'm complaining, but," Wally seductively bats his eyelashes at you, which makes you laugh, "you're kissing me be-?"
"Because I love you, and," He draws back from you, flourishing his apron with a quick bow and the meaningless waving of his hands. "because of this."
The phrase Kiss the cook is plastered with big, bold letters on his white apron and accentuated with an eye-catching red kiss mark. You hardly remember buying it for him.
"Oh," You snicker. "well then, come here for another."
Wally doesn't protest. How could he? You kiss again. He relishes in the feeling of your lips, hooking his arms around your waist to pull you even closer. The contact is sweet and makes him feel warm; a toasty, cozy warm.
As much as Wally wanted to stay, there was a party coming and sides just waiting to be cooked. Even though at the end of the day he could call you a better meal than his own barbecue.
When you part, Wally gives you a knowing look.
"Do we have to?" You whine.
"Unfortunately." He declares in a sing-song voice. "Maybe I should've let Mirage host again." He mutters.
As he'd hoped, you settle back into your precious position and pick up your work.
So, he finally takes his opportunity.
He could never let such a good booty left without a tender, loving smacking.
Smack!
"Ow, you ass!"
"Your ass, actually."
#fuse x reader#fuse x male reader#walter x male reader#walter x reader#walter fitzroy x reader#walter fitzroy x male reader#i can say fitzroy now bc i finished bioshock infinite lol#apex legends x reader#apex legends x male reader#🎟 // apex legends#🎫 // fuse#🎫 // walter#🌸 // success!#💞 // darlings
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R6 and task force 141 boys reactions to an s/o with thicc thighs
Request: no
Pairings: r6 boys x reader (separate relationships) & task force 141 x reader (separate relationships)
GIGN
Rook: he will literally kiss the shit out of them
Doc: will ask you to put thigh highs on
Montagne: they will be his new pillows from now on
GSG9
Jäger: poke poke poke poke
Bandit: same as Montagne they'll be his new pillows
Blitz: “please choke me with them”
SAS
sledge: his new stress ball
Thatcher: will squish them when relaxing with you
Mute: will lay in between your thigh when relaxing so he can feel them against his head
Smoke: same as rook will kiss the shit out of them
FBI SWAT
Thermite: “damn they big as fuck…..not complaining though”
Castle: “if it was illegal to have thighs as big as yours I’d have to arrest you”
Pulse: Double takes whenever he sees them
Spetsnaz
glaz: constantly think about them
Fuze: same as bandit and montagne new pillows
Kapkan: like doc he will ask you to wear thigh highs
Tachanka: he want's to have a meeting with god when he sees them please just choke him
Task force 141
captain price: hugs them
Soap: squishes them
Ghost: takes pictures to save it
Roach: “GLORY GLORY WHAT A HELL OF A WAY TO DIE”
#DY5T_0P14#rainbow six siege#call of duty modern warfare#gary roach sanderson#simon ghost riley x reader#captain price#soap mactavish#kapkan x reader#tachanka x reader#glaz x reader#fuze x reader#thermite x reader#castle x reader#pulse x reader#sledge x reader#thatcher x reader#r6s jäger#bandit x reader#blitz x reader#mute x reader#smoke x reader#r6s rook#montagne x reader#gustave kateb x reader
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fraternization
sm: it started off work friendly with honest attempts … truly, but who could really blame you.
ft: mute, lion, jager, thermite
a/n: it started off with finally seeing lion’s face and spiraled to this. im sorry. (signed a spiteful lion main in ranked)
MUTE never liked you at first. you were too socially inclined, too friendly, too loud. sure you knew when to shut up during an operation, but off the field? he knew more than he wanted about your personal life.
where you vacationed as a kid.
your favorite color.
the name of the family cat who bit you-
actually what was its name again?
a rough, but firm hold takes grip of your hair, fisting you away from the sheets you’d ruined with your sobbing. the room was once again brought to life by the sounds of you. a beautiful symphony to the orchestra of his hips smacking against the back of your thighs and the bed creaking beneath your combined weight.
“that stupid cat you hated, what was his name again?”
your brow pinched, eyes barely visible between tight lids as you grit your teeth against the onslaught of his undulations.
poor thing.
a sharp hiss broke through your warbled cries as he jerked your head back again, lips heating your ear as he repeated the question. it was the most sensitive, sensual interrogation you’d ever experienced.
the worst part is, he knew how difficult of a task it was for you when you got so deliriously drunk on the feel of him. shame that such a trained operative could be reduced to such a mess.
the worse than that, was that you weren’t even sure what awaited you on the other side of his question.
would he reward you or was this just a taste of another game ?
the next thrust was so deep that it kissed your sanity.
“samson!”
who knew that damned cat would still haunt you in the afterlife.
mark released you and you fell back against the damp sheets. his hips slowed to an almost inquisitive pace as his calloused thumb caressed your back. his hardness remained uncaring to the sensitive stretch of your walls.
“you told me about the time you got lost in monaco once, remind me again. ”
if you’d known then how those mindless attempts to bridge the gap would have brought you to this head-
maybe you would have told simpler stories.
THERMITE had to have thought long and hard about this prior. practically planned the whole trip around this moment. you’d been to distracted to notice the signs, consumed with impressions and meeting his family. for what it was worth, jordan was an exceptional actor and organizer.
he disarmed your tension with light touches, slowly unraveled your nerves by guiding you from one conversation to the next.
at the end of the night, you were too grateful to notice the way he eagerly lead you to his childhood room after the talking settled. too wrapped up in kisses to acknowledge the way he had you stripped and bare before you’d even got his shirt off.
“fuck… been dreaming about this.”
jordan was a man possessed and drunk off the sight of you splayed out on his sheets. his parents had since transformed his old room into guest quarters. gone was the old furniture but the memorability and ambiance remained the same. he’d gotten you here and that was all that mattered.
he regretted that he couldn’t paint the walls with your cries of pleasure, but the visual of you twisting the sheets with both your mouth and fist- desperate not to ruin the moment by getting you caught.
well that would just have to be his prize.
what a settlement.
his thumbs eased circles onto the roundness of your hips, a loving caress before those same blotched fingers pinched and pulled against the fat to draw you back harder into his thrusts. your quiet whimpers really were nothing compared to the creaking bed and lewd smacks.
but jordan really couldn’t give a shit. he was home and he was going to enjoy it.
LION didn’t want to like you. he had enough on his plate, plenty of the past to still work out. so much of himself to evaluate and improve. and his son.
his mother may have moved on, introduced a new figure into their child’s life but that didn’t mean olivier was ready.
and neither were you to be honest.
you both lived lives that weren’t promised. today could be monday, but that didn’t mean you were guaranteed a tuesday. it was even harder to enjoy the ones that you did, or at least the parts that weren’t gunfire and claymores.
this wasn’t about love or it settling down.
it was a means to end to cut through the carnage.
so you don’t think about wedding bells and nights in front of the fireplace what the flat of his palm presses you down between your shoulder blades. the man knows he’s big, which is why he takes you this way, always leaning back to watch your thighs spasm and shake. you’ve caught him on more then one occasion watching entranced as he slowly slides into your sex.
it’s not emotional sex but there are a lot of print up ‘emotions’ driving the heat of it. you’ve convinced yourself that it’s completely normal to seek each other out blindly after a mission, utilizing any empty room or surface. despite denying the underlying whatever it was building, it was surprisingly easy to ignore the commonplace forming between you.
evident in the way the two of you stand comfortably side by side. shoulders brushing without acknowledgment. a few brows raise but no one says anything.
especially him when he holds you close in the early threads of the morning, sweat slicked and sticky with come. you’re drowsy and in no position to get up and leave. he slips his softening cock nestled within you, if only to remind himself of why he’s here.
JAGER believes in all or nothing. he lacks to social grace to risk tiptoeing through fragile ‘labels’. he’d make a terrible ballerina anyway. it’s not as if he’s looking to settle per say, but he’s old enough to appreciate living this long in his career. when he accepts you into his bed, only you know it’s warmth and the way one pillow is noticeably flatter than the others.
marius is a tentatively tender lover at first. learning where to touch and how to grab. he’s throughout, though, leaving you sated with just his fingers and cock.
but he’s a thinker, inquisitive on all the ways something can be improved and you’re no exception. the first time he puts his mouth on you? marius nearly had to tap out against your thighs as they constricted around him.
his tongue had no business being that good. and that boyish, knowing grin … he would be your premature death. he makes quite an effort to get you to be the one to tap out. waist squirming against his hold as he alternated between kitten licks and swipes of his thumb against your sensitive hole. the man had mapped you out entirely, aware of the slightest edge needed to make you crumble.
he isn’t a very vocal lover, but he grunts appreciatively whenever you tug his hair or meeting him just right on on a downward thrust. thoroughly enjoys kissing you, sliding his mouth from your lips to your neck and back again. never seems to lose breath despite his pace as he imprints his taste against your tongue.
for someone who holds his words, the man is very good with his mouth.
#rainbow six siege x reader#jager x reader#lion x reader#thermite x reader#mute x reader#r6s imagine#r6s x reader
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Unexpected But Not Unwelcome
A/N: Gender neutral reader. It’s the second for me and I know I just posted day 1, but uh skill issue lmao enjoy.
Day 2: Daddy
Word count: 1378
Warnings: NSFT, Smut, daddy usage
AO3
It had been an accident. A slip of the tongue. Jordan froze when the word slipped your slips. He had you against the wall, his lips on your neck. There was no hiding the response of his dick that twitched against you, even with your clothing working as a thin barrier. At first, Jordan was sure you said it as a joke, perhaps to make fun of his greying hair but the lack of eye contact from you when he pulled back slightly told him otherwise. The pure state of embarrassment about something the pair of you hasn't talked about before- confirmed that you had said it in your own state of arousal.
He leaned forward, his lips almost touched your ear. "Say it again."
"Say what again?" He grabbed a hand fill of your ass and grind his cock against you.
"Come on baby give me some credit. I'm not deaf. Say it again."
"Daddy." Your voice was so small but confidence grew when he groaned in your ear and have your rear a small slap.
"That's it, fuck that sounds so hot coming from your mouth." He trailed kisses down your neck before he found a spot on the middle of your chest and sucked on it. Your left hand threaded its way into his hair. A tug of his was all it took to cause the man to suddenly pick you up by the thighs. A few meters were walked with your legs around his waist, his lips on yours. Until the pair of you reached the bed and he all but three you on it. His arms parted from yours to remove his shirt. Jordan leaned back and watched you strip, a mirror of his own actions until it came to your pants. The second you had unbuttoned it and pulled down the zip, Jordan was already removing them from you.
He leaned down to press a chase kiss against your lips. "I'm gonna be right back baby." Jordan left from in-between your legs and found his way over to the side draw. There was a small little frog soap dispenser that he pumped and you couldn't help but roll your eyes that he would keep his lube in such a product. It was something that you somehow managed to forget each time. You watched as he made eye contact with you, generously spreading the lube on his cock.
There was a slight scent to the air and you paused. "Is this a new lube?"
"Yeah."
"It's… grape flavoured?" He laughed at your question.
"Yeah, it was the same as the one I normally get but on sale. Thought we could give it a go." He walked back towards you and when he was in range, you took his hand on yours. Slowly, you brought it up to your lips and popped his thumb into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around it and sucked off the liquid. Surprisingly it tasted quite a bit like real grape. Unlike the fake candy grape, its flavour threw you off a little. Jordan started at you as you ever so slowly removed his thumb from your mouth. "That taste so good, daddy."
"Oh fuck." Jordan cursed you before he pushed you down onto the bed. "Flip." He waited a whole two seconds after you had turned onto your knees before he pulled your hips back. Trails of kisses decorated your back while he entered two fingers into you. A whine left your fingers and you clenched down on him. "It's alright darling, let daddy take care of you." He cooed, his voice deeper than usual and you relaxed under his touch. His two fingers eventually retreated and he replaced them with his cock. Once his tip was in her continually pushed his cock all the way inside until his hips met your ass.
"Ready?" He leaned over your and placed a kiss on your shoulder blade.
"Ready." One arm wrapped around your waist and he retreated from you before he snapped himself back inside. There was no hesitation for him to repeat the action, a loud slapping sound being produced each time. Jordan felt so incredibly right inside of you, you felt so full. So stretched out. His head rested against your back as he continued to fuck you, the hand around your waist pinched one of your nipples and a whine of protest left your mouth. Slowly kisses were placed over and over on your back and you could hear Jordan start to quietly chant your name.
He pulled you up at the waist so the pair of you were no longer on your hands and knees but only knees. Jordan's hand fell down to the front of your pelvis and started touching you. "I don't know how much longer I can last tonight, baby." He groaned in your ear.
"Get you that riled up?" It was supposed to be in a teasing tone but as he fucked into you it ended up coming out as a string of groans.
"You have no idea."
"It's alright Jordan, I'm sure you can make it up to me later." His hand left your front and you felt a small spike of pain as he slapped your rear. "Oh no you're going to cum on my cock, I want to feel you squeeze down around me." He grunted his pace started to slow but his thrusts became ever so harder causing a whimper to escape from your lips. Jordan knew your body well, he knew exactly where and how to touch you.
His angle changed slightly and you knew it would be over the way that he was directly hitting your g-spot. "Oh shit." You breathed and you could practically feel his smile on your shoulder. "Fuck daddy just like that."
"Just there yeah?" Your reply was a groan as he directed himself just there over and over until you were a quivering mess in his arms.
"That's it darling." He moaned as you clenched down around him, cum leaking from you. He buried his face into your shoulder as he fucked you through your orgasm, his own spilling into you. Jordan's cock twitched inside you and you could feel the waves of his seed fill you up. He swore in your ear and gently lay you down on the bed, his dick separating from you allowing his seed to run down out onto your legs. You flipped onto your back and Jordan flopped down next to you. "Damn." He ran a hand through his hair. "That was…."
"What's with the frog lube dispenser I gotta ask." He laughed and his head turned to you, his hand entwining with yours.
"Milles gave it to me, that and a bottle of lube. It was for the Christmas secret Santa. Remember we had just got together earlier in the month."
"I remember, I finally took pity on your sad flirting." You teased and he fake gasped in horror.
"You love my sad flirting."
"I do Jordan, and I love you." You leaned in and placed a kiss against his lips.
"Aww, baby I love you too."
"Or should I say, daddy?" The tone in your voice was no longer sexy but an amused tone as you teased him.
"There it is." He huffed. "You're the one that said it."
"Yeah but damn Jordan you got hard fast. Daddy kink huh? Never would have thought." There was still a smile on both of your faces.
"It was a discovery for me too."
"Oh? Well, I guess I know one of your weaknesses. Might have to tell Taina then, maybe you will break faster under interrogation." At that, he snapped and pulled you against him with his arm wrapped around you. "Ahhh we are all sticky and gross now Jordan." He knew you hated sitting in your mixed sweat and cum for too long.
"Think I might take a nap like this." He whispered and started to fake snore in your ear. Despite your riggling he didn't let go. Not until you finally accepted it and got comfortable did he suddenly snap. "Right let's get cleaned up." He slapped your ass lightly and started to get up off the bed.
"Your the worst Jordan."
#r6s#rainbow six siege#r6s x reader#thermite x reader#jordan trace#I can't belive I haven't posted anything yet for my mans#ngl he was the first person I liked in r6s#the gif is my own#and i lowkey hate it cause that scene has like .2 frames and so it's a pain to work with#kinktober#kinktober2022
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Main Master list
This is my main masterlist to all my one-shots or series I’ve made or plan to make. If you have any requests, be sure to ask away, I don’t have much limitations besides Nsfw one-shots and things I barely know anything about. I won’t do Disney either because it feels wrong to me to write about child hood things LOL.
Resident Evil
Leon S. Kennedy
Damnation: [Part 1] [Part 2]
Graduation
Empathy
Aftercare
Forever and Always| Leon Kennedy x Wife!Reader
parts: 1|2|3|4|5|6|7 {Coming soon <3}
Dead by Daylight
A Survivor is Dead | Jake x Michael
Rainbow Six: Siege/Extraction
Gustave “Doc” Kateb
Unplanned Guardian| [Part 1]
MCYT
My personal favorite edits I’ve done
Wilbur Soot
If you loved me, why did you tell me you didn’t? {coming very soon} | Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader
#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight#chris redfield#chris redfield x reader#resident evil#rainbow six extraction#rainbow six siege x reader#gustave kateb x reader#doc x reader#thermite x reader#jordan trace x reader
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how does Thermite act with a woman operator (rather shy/discreet) who interests him? thanks for ur work xx
Thank you for the request! I'm sorry it took so long, but I ended up wanting to perfect this story as much as I could, then I got stuck at the ending. Luckily my dear friend @inkerdinker came through and helped me. So special thanks to one of the best artists I know here on Tumblr!❤
Thermite is often described as an 'evil mastermind', someone just as loud and fiery as his exothermic charges. Which is exactly why Hibana had to stifle a snort when he looked just like a scolded schoolboy sat before his principal; eyes cast to the ground in an open refusal to meet hers, or perhaps he was just too abashed to. There was something so... Odd about seeing this well known and respected operator, a specialist on his field like no other, so utterly disarmed. Kinda cute, almost. (Not that she'd ever admit that though.)
There's innocence in love is what she believed, and now bore witness to, as the soldier who taught her about combat and warfare struggled to talk to a woman. It's... Pitiful, to say the least. How he struggles to find the right words in a voice that drops to a baritone as he tries to keep it steady, thinks it makes him seem more confident. He believes he's playing it cool, leaning against that wall, yet his eyes never leave her. Even when she turned away, when her eyes wavered and his never did. The intensity of his stare makes her shy away even more, but he can't help it, the way his eyes stick to her whenever she passes by, whenever he hears her voice from across the room. Perhaps she won't even notice how he looks at her like no other woman existed. She probably won't even notice how he's flirting with her, because he does it all the time, tries to read into her cues and dance at her pace when it's clear just how frustrated he's getting with himself.
There's this... Fear of his that she'll be bound to some other guy before he even mustered up the courage to open about his feelings. Thermite knows he's not the only one she draws the attention of: The stares she gets that ignite his reflexes to punch a whole in the wall, the obvious flirting and invites to the nearby cafè that they promise to pay for- It gets to him. But he's not someone to want to restrict her in any way either, doesn't have the right to.
"So... Let me get this straight.", Hibana looks at him with a smirk edging at her lip corners, "You've been flirting with her basically non-stop. You're frustrated with yourself that you haven't asked her out yet, and you're absolutely, hopelessly in love."
A nod. Blows some air, rubs his neck.
"And you think she's into it, but you're not 100 percent sure. Well, what's keeping you from asking her out then? It's simple. She can say yes or no, and if it's not a clear yes, it's a no."
Thermite huffs.
"That's the thing. It's not that simple. We're like polar opposites. What if she's just polite and I've made a fool of myself this whole time? She's got plenty of choices here, that's for sure."
"Which is exactly why you gotta make a move," Hibana's head shook ever so disapprovingly, "or else you'll miss your chance and hole yourself up in your lab, sulking and burning your hands even more than usual, and Ash will get annoyed again and-", she gasped for air, ready to continue her tirade until Thermite's hands rose in defence.
"Okay, okay. I get it. I'll ask her. As you said, she can say either yes or no. Or maybe she'll take a good look at me, grimace and say 'ew, why would I'-", a smack followed by an "ouch!" that had passerby's raise eyebrows.
"Alright everyone, that's it. Any questions? Ask now or regret later."
Jordan let his eyes wander over every single operator before him, watching their determined gazes and ready stances. A tiring debriefing it had been, robbed him of more sleep that he hoped his face showed. Always the dependable one, wasn't he? A leader as confident as him needs but a nod to signal the others to go and prepare for the upcoming mission. Boots shuffled, murmurs carried out the door that he waited at.
"Sorry to keep you", hand gently laid on her shoulder when it really wanted to squeeze tight for she felt hot to the touch, as if daring him to reach out to her again.
Where was that confidence now, oh big leader?
"I don't mean to keep you long." Shoulders rolled back and straight as a pole did he put on his most award selling, most casual yet charming smirk - somewhere behind his eyes he saw Yumiko giving him a thumbs up. "But I was just wondering if you'd like to go out once all of this is over?"
He lets his words sit, carefully watches her expression. "You don't have to answer now, of course." See if that chance paid off.
A sigh he'd been holding for way too long left him after she went off to her duty. One full of relief as he combed his hair, eyes wandering in the cold debriefing room; so cold it must've been that he seemed to sweat bullets, pulling at the collar of his shirt for some fresh air, trying to get that gear in his chest to stop rattling so.
"See? I told you she'd say yes", a voice rung behind him, smug yet proud all the same. Hibana patted him on the shoulder in blissful ignorance at his wide eyes.
"Yumiko? Have you been listening to us?",a giggle had his head turn towards the door, "Oh c'mon. Not you too, Grace."
#r6s#rainbow six siege#r6s thermite#request#thermite x reader#female reader#r6s hibana#r6s dokkaebi#thermite
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so i requested this for someone else but i think they forgot about me T-T but i have a one-shot idea :3 i’m having a hard time getting my ideas out on the paper and having the motive to write it
anyways- how bout where reader is thermites wife and she was on a Alaska mission with doc and ela but she’s cut off from the two and she’s the MIA character and jordan is really worried and decides to go save her with ela and doc. kinda acting all irrational and ash at first is like no but then finally let’s him go with ela and doc to retrieve her. while all of them are in the helicopter on their way back to base, thermite holds the reader close to him trying not to cry in front of doc and ela.
so when they get back to base, doc takes her to help her and when thermite sees doc trying to get her out of stasis, thermite is watching it all happen and balls his eyes out. in the end- she wakes up and hold thermite close to her and thermite whispering how he almost lost her.
some extra points: ash sees thermite watching doc heal the reader through the operation window and when she goes up next to him, she hears him silently crying and when she hugs him, he breaks down to the floor and ash just hugs him, letting him cry it out.
-i also would die to read a part two of tough decisions T-T please fill my angst tainted heart- 😰
PART TWO OF TOUGH DECISIONS INCOMING THIS WEEK!
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"Jordan, you're too close to this."
Ash was pacing the control center as the monitors on the wall flashed with data. On the far side of the room, Elżbieta and Gustave watched the tension unfold in silence.
"With all due respect, you're out of your depth on this, Eliza," Jordan took a step toward her and folded his arms defiantly, "A team of three is more effective than two and-"
"Jordan-"
"Don't 'Jordan' me!" He snarled and Ash took a step back, surprised, "I'm going with them-" he gestured to Elżbieta and Gustave, "and you can reprimand me later."
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"Where are we headed?" Jordan fiddled with the sights on his rifle as he shouted over the roar of the helicopter.
"Orpheus Research Center," Gustave called back, "That's where the parasite..." he trailed off and exchanged a glance with Elżbieta, who averted her eyes.
"Give it to me straight, Doc," Jordan leaned forward and planted his elbows on his knees, "When the parasite takes someone," he paused to swallow, hard, "The stasis foam..."
Gustave shifted uncomfortably while his fingers twitched on his rifle, "The foam prevents infection, but not physical damage," the last words fell flat in the helicopter as it approached Orpheus base and Jordan chewed the inside of his cheek.
It would be easy for him to hate Doc and Ela. When you went MIA, it had been their squad that had lost you. Jodan had had his anger- he had shoved Doc against a wall and shouted until he was hoarse and Mira had separated the two of them.
But that didn't bring you back.
"Here's your stop-" Jäger called from the pilot seat, "Signal when you're ready for pick up-" the skids touched down in the snow and the helicopter jarred slightly, "Come back safe!"
Jordan and the others bailed out of the vehicle and Elżbieta pulled out a tablet with the facility's layout.
"The center, there-" she pointed to a heptagon-shaped room, "The observatory. That's where the Arc tree has taken root. It's where our MIA operative will be."
"MIA Operative"
It sounded sanitized, devoid of even your name.
The base was eerily silent. The black ooze of the Sprawl had enveloped most of the equipment and furniture, throbbing and pulsing like a living creature under their feet. The substance seemed to dampen sound, swallowing it up until all Jordan could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat thrumming in his ears.
The pace was slow as they moved through the base, flashlights swinging wildly through the gloom at every sound.
"Wait-" Gustave hissed and held up his fist, "Up ahead."
Jordan squinted into the darkness and saw the prowling form of several Breachers in the path to the observatory.
"We'll have to find another route," Elżbieta pulled out her tablet and Jordan scoffed.
"Let's push through them- take 'em out quiet. The sooner we-"
"Now is not the time to be reckless," She interrupted him and he glared pointedly at her through his CBRN mask, "We will get her out, but we must do it safely."
It was bullshit. Jordan could feel himself growing more frustrated by the moment. Why was he the only fucking one who seemed to care about getting you home safely?
"Fuck that," Jordan shoved past Elżbieta and Gustave, ignoring their whispered protests. He pulled his suppressed pistol from its holster and aimed down the sights at the first Breacher.
BANG
A muted pop sent the Archaean to the ground with a squelch and its cohorts turned toward the sound, hissing and vibrating as they searched for the source.
BANG
A second Breacher hit the floor and Jordan pushed forward toward the observatory. A faint blue light radiated in the room from the moonlight that filtered through the tinted glass overhead.
In the center of the room, an enormous black spine had erupted from the floor, covered in black sprawl and pulsing red tendrils.
The Arc tree.
Jordan scanned the object carefully with his flashlight until his eyes fell on you.
"Shit-" Jordan muttered under his breath as he approached your form, encased in bright yellow stasis foam and held to the tree by several thick "branches" that clung to you like arms.
"I'm gonna get you down," he murmured as he fanned his hands over the branches, searching for a weak point in their hold, "I don't know if you can hear me in there-" Jordan tugged, hard, at one of the limbs, which gave way with a crunch, "But once I get you out of this hellhole, I'm gonna take you on a date."
Another branch broke away and the Arc tree shuddered and tightened its hold on your form, "Yeah, a real date. Just like the old days-" Jordan braced his foot against the trunk and yanked at your arm, "Dinner, a nice glass of wine, the works-"
Another valiant tug and the tree released you, sending you and Jordan toppling to the floor. He grunted and slung you over his shoulder, holding you in place with his arm as he turned back toward the exit.
"Jordan, hurry up-" Elżbieta's voice crackled to life in his comms unit, "We have a LOT of movement. Whatever you did, it pissed them off."
"On my way," Jordan adjusted his grip and made his way toward the rally point.
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"Welcome back!" Jäger called from the pilot's seat as the three operators hauled you into the helicopter.
"Get us back to base," Jordan dropped to the floor next to you as Gustave retrieved his kit and set to work bringing you out of stasis.
"It may take a moment for her to regain consciousness-"
Jordan pushed Gustave aside as the foam melted away slowly; your face was so peaceful you could have been asleep. He bent down to cradle your head in his lap as the helicopter jerked and shuddered through the turbulent winds.
You didn't awaken.
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"Bring her out of it!" Jordan grabbed a fistful of Gustave's shirt and pulled him close with a snarl, "Now."
"Jordan!" Eliza pried his hand away and shook her head, "You need to calm down."
"No. I need him to do his fucking job!" Jordan pointed at the observation window; inside, you were lying motionless on a gurney, surrounded by monitors.
"I have tried-" Gustave began, exasperated, "All we can do is wait-"
"No. Don't give me that-" Jordan took another step toward him and Eliza grabbed the back of his jacket, "If that was your wife in there, you'd be trying a lot goddamn harder."
Gustave threw his hands in the air in defeat and retreated back into the infirmary. Jordan watched him carefully as he stooped over your gurney and glanced the monitors.
Eliza watched as Jordan rested his forehead on the window. She had never seen him like this before- he was completely devoid of his usual humor.
"Damn it," Jordan muttered to himself as he banged his balled fist against the glass, "It should have been me."
His voice shook and Eliza realized with a start that he was crying.
"Jordan..." Eliza laid a hand on his shoulder and he turned to face her. Her heart sank at the sight of him- dark circles haloed his red, swollen eyes and his hair was disheveled.
Eliza wrapped her arms around him and he sobbed into her shoulder, clutching at the front of her jacket as the tears spilled down onto the fabric.
"It's going to be alright, Jordan. Doc knows what he's doing."
A knock from the other side of the glass brought them back to reality and Jordan paused to wipe his eyes on the cuff of his sleeve. Gustave was grinning through the window, pointing behind him at your gurney.
You were awake.
Jordan nearly sprinted for the door, wrenching it open and shoving past Gustave to get to you. You looked exhausted and your hair hung in your face as you sat up slowly.
"Jordan-" you croaked and he threw his arms around you.
"I thought I lost you-" he pulled you tightly against his chest and you leaned into him weakly.
Gustave backed out of the room and joined Eliza at the window, watching as Jordan fretted over you.
"That one's a fighter," Gustave murmured and Eliza glanced over at him.
"How so?"
"Her heart stopped." He fidgeted with the paddles on his vest,
"Twice."
#jordan trace x reader#thermite x reader#sfw#me holding back tears while writing for my second least favorite operator like:#at least doc was there#im jk anon ily#i hope i did this ask justice bc you clearly have an idea ;-; and i am but a humble trash writer#i had to change stuff up a bit for the flow ~
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Thermite X Reader
Thermite frowns as he sees the distressed look on your face and immediately moves to wrap his arms around you. It is like being wrapped in a blanket of warm solid muscles. So warm and comfy. You could probably spend the rest of your life in his arms and be completely content.
“Hey, don’t look so down,” he drawls in his beautiful slightly southern accent, leaning to place a kiss on top of your head. “I’m here for you. No need to be lonely.”
A deep frown is still engraved on Y/N’s face as they try to bury their face into Thermite’s chest. If only that worked. If only Thermite was able to hide them away and protect from the rest of the world indefinitely.
“Come on, tell me what’s going on,” the SWAT agent tries to soothe his lover, pulling them to rest in his lap. “What’s got you acting like this?”
Tears are in the corners of Y/N’s eyes as they roll back to look up in his eyes. As much as they want to tell Thermite everything, pour their heart out to this sweet adoring man...the words just get stuck in their throat. Their mouth opens as they have the words in their mind ready to speak, but it’s as if a hand painlessly squeezes their throat to prevent the words from coming out. Unable to communicate the problem only makes Y/N even more frustrated, their tears flowing thicker.
With a gentle, somewhat sad smile, Thermite nods his head in understanding. He pulls their head back against his chest as he caresses their back in soothing gentle strokes. When Y/N begins to softly sob Thermite even begins to softly hum a relaxing lullaby to ease their troubles.
“Shh I know it’s hard,” Thermite hums as he taps a rhythm against Y/N’s thigh with his other hand. As much as he wants to know the root of the problem, he won’t force the answer out of Y/N before they are ready. “You don’t have to tell what’s wrong until you’re ready. You don’t have to tell me at all if you truly don’t want to. But I’ll do whatever I can to make it better. I promise.”
Thermite always kept his promises.
For what seems like hours the couple sits on the loveseat of their shared apartment, Thermite’s shirt soaked with Y/N’s tears. Even without getting to the root of their problems, Y/N feels that Thermite’s company alone has done wonders to improve their mood. It’s so much easier to face the day when you don’t have to do it alone.
“Thanks for being here with me Jordan,” they sigh, their face red and looking a mess from all the crying. Though Thermite would still argue it’s the prettiest thing he has even seen. “I feel a bit better now.”
“I’m glad you do,” the Texan grins, adjusting both their positions to be seated straight up, able to turn and look at each other. “You want to tell me what this was all about now? Or you still need some time?”
Y/N bites their bottom lip. “I think I need more time. I’m sorry,” they sigh and avoid meeting Thermite’s gaze, feeling a bit ashamed. “It’s..it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, because I do. I really do. Just...just I don’t think I can. The words want to come out but something is just holding me back.”
It looks for a moment that the tears are going to start back up, but Y/N takes a deep breath and collects themself. Thermite caresses their cheek, thumb wiping a tab bit of moisture that drips from one eye. A chaste kiss is pressed against Y/N’s forehead.
“It’s okay sweetheart, I understand,” Thermite keeps a cheery smile on his face, wanting not but to support his lover. “I’m not expecting everything to be all better. What I think you really need, besides just having me around to help when I can, is some professional help. Not to say there is anything wrong with you!” he quickly adds when Y/N shoots him a look. “Just saying that a therapist would be able to help find the skills and tools to get you past this, allow you to find a way to communicate about your problems in a way that suits you.”
Y/N takes a moment to process the advice. After a few seconds they give Thermite a thoughtful smile and gives him a soft, tender kiss.
“You’re right Jordan,” they agree, wanting to find a way to get themself past this hurdle of constantly bottling their problems. “I’ll see about getting a referral in the morning. Buuuttttt for now, want to go have a movie date? Haven’t gotten to go out do anything for a while.”
“Of course, I’d love that.”
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Hi hi cutie ! Can I ask a SFW alphabet for Thermite of R6 please ? :-)
✨ Solari Says: You sure can! I enjoy doing these and putting these headcannons somewhere, so thank you!
🛑 WARNINGS: NONE! 🛑
gif credit: to the OP.
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Jordan definitely shows more physical and verbal affection more than anything else. Hands on the waist and little comments towards how you look, what you're wearing. How much he cares for you. Now, gifts aren't out of the picture. He'll make you lunch on base and bring it to you, grab you something to drink as a surprise. If he's out and about and sees something that you would like, he'll bring that home too.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He is one of the greatest friends you would ever have. Your constant companion, your ride or die. Feel like doing something stupid? He's right behind you every step of the way and playing Devil's advocate every second of it. He's never one to turn down a good time.
If you were a recruit to Rainbow, he would've met you in R & D as he was talking to Mira. He practically lives there himself, and after providing some humorous input on your gadget he would give you his name with a lopsided smile--which you quickly learn is basically plastered on his face at all times.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
The day Jordan does not cuddle you when you're alone is the day Hell has frozen over. He does not care how it is done, he just wants it to be done. Head on shoulder? Awesome. Spooning? Even better. Your head on his lap? Perfect. He is not picky, as long as he gets to give you his affection.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Having a partner and a home to call their own is something of an aspiration for Jordan and one that he is willing to be patient for as long as it is with the right person. He's practically a master in the kitchen, and even better behind a grill. However, his personal belongings are a little scattered. It is not a complete disaster, but his things have specific places and once they are moved they do not exist to him anymore.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Jordan does not beat around the bush. He will find a way to let you know, and why that is--although it would have to be for something real serious. He doesn't drop anyone in the blink of an eye and prides himself on his patience.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Jordan is actually pretty open to commitment when he's found the right person. He vets out his potential partners pretty thoroughly through conversation and dates, and if that person really is the one, he's absolutely okay with getting married to them.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
It honestly depends on the situation. Casually, his humor can be a bit brash and a bit of an acquired taste but that's not a bad thing. However, when it comes to tender one-on-ones and serious conversations, he knows how to dial it down and listen in close to make sure that you feel you're being listened to. During those serious talks, there's always a hand on you somewhere. On your shoulder, your own hand, you name it.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Hugs? Jordan Trace does not deny a hug, it's not in his emotional and mental hardwiring. His hugs are only two avenues: a casual side hug meant for a quick greeting or a big bear hug that nearly cracks your back. And they come pretty frequent.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Jordan is pretty good about waiting to say that. However, the time that it does slip is where he's in private with you or when he just absolutely sees you in that moment.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Jordan is not jealous in the slightest, he's too comfortable for that when it comes to your relationship. He trusts you.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Should it be something in private for more than a quick second, his kisses are soft but passionate. In public, he'll give you a quick peck on the lips or the forehead. Should you be the one to give him a quick one in passing, he's not partial to the location. He's just as happy regardless of where it ends up.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Jordan is absolutely great with kids. His goofy personality and decent amounts of energy make it real easy.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings are usually spent in bed, cuddling until one of you has to convince the other to get up. And it's usually you trying to do the convincing.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights with Jordan are vastly different. Bar trips, dinner dates, or just staying at home. Every day is a new adventure with him--but he does respect your wishes. Should you want to change your mind about going out or staying in, he's always okay with changing it up.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Jordan is an open book about most things, unless it's real personal. He waits to see if you could be trusted with that information, before he decides to tell you about his history---so it depends on how he fells about you.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He is exceptionally patient about most things, as he uses humor to deflect any sort of negative emotion. However, should it involve you being in any form of danger or in any uncomfortable situation, there would be hell to pay.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Jordan's memory is surprisingly good. He doesn't make it seem so, always joking about forgetting something, but then quickly showing that's not the case.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Jordan honestly reminisces about you dealing with him while he's drunk. He's a happy and funny drunk, always doing something stupid in the background and you needing to reel him in. Promptly after talking about your misadventures, he reminds you about how lucky he is to have someone like you at his side.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Jordan is protective should the situation call for it. If you can handle the situation yourself, he would trust you to do so should you show that confidence. Otherwise, if you show any sign of unsurety, he would step in and take the reigns on the matter in seconds.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
For someone whos seems very carefree about most things, he puts a lot of thought into anything involving you. Dates and anniversaries are full of stuff that you love and enjoy. Every day tasks, it depends on what it is. He does it until he feels it's completed, and that could be either minimum or absolute maximum.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Sometimes his lack of a censor could show at a bad time. Inopportune humor is something that he does, but not too often for it to be entirely bothersome.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Jordan worries about his face, really. Makes sure his hair and his facial hair look good. He also focuses a lot on his hands, and tries to cover it with the wrap as much as he can. He also has to be just a little fashionable.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
If it was after a break-up, it would take a few days for Jordan to get back into the swing of things--but he's not hung up on it. However, if it was during your relationship and you're away on a mission, he would miss you but be able to look forward to your homecoming.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Jordan can absolutely 1000% dance. The man has rhythm that always impresses the hell out of you. It could be something casual, like dancing at a club, or even doing line dancing. He can do it, and he can do it well.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Lying is an absolute deal breaker. You also have to have a sense of humor, cause if his jokes continue to land flat to you, he'd find you boring.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He spoons you subconsciously. There's also a little bit of snoring, but not enough to disturb your sleep. Also, he sometimes is a blanket hog but the only cure to that is cuddling--cause then he can't move.
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