#thatcher r6s

[nouveaullo]

merry yaoimas

[fandom-imagines-stuff]

Spetsnaz and SAS ops on a scale of immediately to never if their friend (the reader) shot them a text saying “Please come pick me up! Location yadayadayada”. How fast would they drive, what are they thinking, etc. (like- Rate them)

Imagine

Extra: You got into a fight (with strangers) over something very dumb. 

Spetsnaz:

Tachanka wouldn’t even text back to ask if there was an emergency. He is the type of person to sprint to his car and drive to the location you sent him. 

He is definitely the most caring one out of the other ops.

“Please be safe.” His eyebrows would be furrowed the entire ride.

Gets speeding tickets, but won’t care. As long as you haven’t put yourself in a sticky situation, he is willing to pay multiple of ‘em.

“Y/N is going to be the end of me.”

Hearing the tires screeching multiple blocks away, you knew it was Alexs. 

Got yourself in trouble over something stupid? Better get ready for the silent treatment he’s going to give.

“Alexs, say something!” 

Don’t even try to get this stubborn man talking when he is annoyed. Tachanka would eventually give you an earful, but not until you two reached the parking lot.

10/10 would recommend to text him first. He has always his phone near him and is the quickest to arrive to the location. No matter how often you text him to pick you up, or what the reasoning behind it is. He drives fast and furious to wherever you want him.

Fuze would let out a deep sigh. 

Would read your message, but ignore it for a couple of minutes.

Shuhrat would wait until you called him. If it’s an emergency, you would call him instead of send a text.. right?

His mind would start to imagine the worst as he’s still waiting for another text message or a call.

“блядь” (shit)

Would take big steps to where his car is parked.

He would grip the steering wheel a bit too tight and hit the curb as his mind wanders to your safety.

“You better have a good reason to ignore my calls.”

Breaks just in time for the pedestrians to cross the street. Is too much in his head and can’t even remember how he drove to your location. Probably ignored a traffic sign or two.

“It’s not too big of a deal.” Is what you would say wiping the small cut on your cheek. Shuhrat wouldn’t be too upset like Tachanka, but he would still get angry for not informing him enough.

“Why do you even have a phone if you are not gonna use it properly!” Would raise his voice a bit, but cool down pretty quickly.

“Don’t ever text me something vague like that again.”

Be more specific with him, otherwise frustration will be the end of him

7/10 would recommend, but not if there is an emergency emergency. Will ignore your message for a while, until his nerves and imagination gets the best of him.

Glaz is trained to be calm at any given situation.

Timur is not going to freak himself out like the other ops. 

Would call you once to ask what’s going on. If he gets no answer in half an hour, that’s when he will pick you up.

Is still worried, but can handle his emotions very well. 

Intensely focused on the road and his surroundings. 

Glaz possesses a unique and creative approach to problem solving. He would observe your movement and behavior, before getting out of the car. 

“Got yourself into trouble again I see. You remind me of myself. Only difference is that I can get myself out of trouble I caused. Unlike you.” Glaz subconsciously rubs the scar on his right eye as he lets out a quick laugh.

Won’t judge you and make sure you feel safe and happy again by joking about the situation.

9/10 would recommend, especially if you need someone to lift up your bad mood. Is not the quickest to arrive, but it is worth the wait.

Kapkan is the type to try and figure out what happened to you.

“Why would Y/N text me something like that? Hmm… I remember them saying this morning-“ etc.

Strategist, even outside of his work.

Doesn’t really worry all too much, but there is a voice in his head telling him to hurry up.

Takes his trusty ol’ knife with him. Just in case.

Talks to himself while driving and follows the traffic rules. “I wonder why Y/N said it that way…” 

For Basuda, life is harsh. But level headedness is what matters to him the most.

After seeing you with a bloody lip, he would lose his cool and calm posture for a second.

“What happened and give me the details.” Maxim will listen to every word you have to say. Won’t interrupt even once. 

The silence afterwards is what would freak you out. There’s no way guessing what he’s thinking.

6/10 would recommend, but the tension would probably get to you. He gives an unsettling vibe because of his calm aura. He’s too much in his head thinking about why and how. However, he will help cleaning up your small wound.

SAS:

Sledge is at your location in no time.

Big guy is probably the fastest one to come get you.

“Y/N won’t text me in this tone. Must be something wrong.”

He is trying not to get hotheaded, but will curse and push a couple of people out of the way.

“What’s wrong?” Will grab and examine your face. “Who hurt you?”

Makes you feel instantly save and puts an arm around your shoulder.

Walks you to the car and keeps on asking questions.

He understands why you would fight over something dumb, because he does the same thing.

Makes you promise to not do something that’s going to put you in danger again.

Will hug you tight.

10/10 would recommend, is a very caring and easy going friend. Will understand your irrational decision making, but will make you promise a thousand times to not get in trouble again.

Mute will ignore the beeping sound coming from his phone.

Chandar is very reserved and can be cold towards people. Including you.

He experiences a lot of social agitation and therefore not check the message for as long as he can. (1 hour max.)

“Can’t they just be more specific?” Gets annoyed but still manages to drag himself to his car.

Drives very relaxed and even enjoys the view on his way.

“Why would they text me?” He asks himself.

Does get a little worried after seeing a bit of blood on your shirt, but won’t push you into the topic.

Says nothing during or after the ride back.

3/10 would actually not recommend. You need to be his best friend since childhood for him to take you seriously. He just gets uncomfortable with expressing himself or ask personal questions. Chandar will judge you silently.

Smoke will run out of the house without grabbing a jacket.

James is a thrill seeker and he enjoys chaos. But not when it comes to his friends. Then he is more cautious and serious.

He drives like he is going to miss an important appointment. Like he has no care in the world.. or traffic. But will still turn on the radio for some music to calm his nerves.

Your phone will read ’50 missed calls from James.”

Won’t like seeing you hurt and you will need a little bit of force to keep him out of trouble.

“It’s fine, James. Let’s just go please. Don’t start a fight.” You will have to drag him out of the place.

Will demand to hear the entire story and eventually pat your back and say “it takes courage to stand up for yourself. Just be more careful the next time.”

8/10 would recommend, because he is a little reckless himself and will stand up for you no matter what. Very supportive and fast. Only thing is that you will have to drag him out before he gets himself in trouble.

Thatcher is a force no one can stop.

He is driving aggressively because he thinks of the worst case scenario.

If there is no real emergency, please don’t text him like that. Thatcher has a hell of a temper and get’s triggered very easily.

Will walk fast towards you and ask you where they hurt you.

Motions you to sit and wait in the car.

“I’ll be right back.”

There is no way you can stop him from ‘paying them back’.

After waiting for a couple of minutes, you can see his shirt wrinkled and sweat forming on his forehead. Hands still shaking.

“Mike, what are you-“ “I don’t want to hear anything right now.”

Is quiet and radiates anger. Anything that reminds him of his loved ones getting hurt, makes him see red. Even if it is over something stupid.

0/10 would not recommend, because of the anger and also making you feel bad about the situation. Better choose someone else to text if you don’t want Thatcher to get hurt. Emotionally and physically. 

[felworthless]

rainbow.. rainbow six... rainb. siege...

[melodygatesauthor]

What I learned about myself when making a comprehensive collection of my blorbos:

5/12 of them are Oscar Isaac

I have a mask kink for sure (Thatcher, top right next to Benny, usually has a mask on, and so does Kylo Ren)

I like dark haired boys

Why is there a single robot that captured my heart somehow? I dunno, couldn't tell ya

Traumatized/damaged bois get me in the mood I guess

I thought I was always into exceptionally tall guys, but Benny, Kylo, and Revenant are the only exceptionally tall guys there. Idk, they all got that big D energy regardless of height y'know?

My favorites seem to be someone who has committed a murder, for good or bad doesn't seem to faze me.

I have a military kink

I like men who I think can protec me

Competence kink fer sher

Most of them would dom, but I have a couple of switches :)

Omg I want to be stuck in a room with them all please.

@dameronscopilot and @welcometostayingawake forced me into almost half of these against my will.

[ruskizzo]

How I imagine the SAS team would react to finding a white mask child.

Smoke, Mute, Thatcher, Sledge

They weren’t exactly pleased to find a white mask— specifically a poor child, cowering into a corner with blood smeared over the white suit.

Thatcher instantly called over coms to know what to do about a child white mask, his eyes not once leaving you or the others.

Sledge was the first to talk to you, kneeling and allowing you to trust him at your own pace. He only asked a few questions, “you hurt?”, “there any more of you?”

He mainly made sure you were okay. It tore his heart seeing such a young child standing in a fighting zone with blood all over them, not to mention on a terrorist team.

Thatcher was the second to talk to you, coaxing you to calm down and talking about how they would transport you somewhere safe and cozy.

Mute and Smoke were the ones to stay quiet, not really sure what to do or what was going on. They really only kept guard, looking for any more white masks or any possible threats.

It broke Mutes heart seeing the child so frightened. He mentioned to take the gas masks off. Seeing how you screamed when they first appeared; four humans with guns and a massive hunk carrying a sledge hammer, scary. But overall he kept quiet, not sure what to do or say.

Sledge and Thatcher were the ones talking, Smoke kept close to you. He made sure you completely comfortable with them, smiling at you and attempting to cheer you up with cheesy jokes he made up randomly.

Mute just watched, his grip on his gun not once loosening. He eventually crouched near you and Smoke and ruffled your hair in attempt to make you smile.

Once Ash had commanded them to lead the child towards the medic and truck, Smoke was the first to lead you— a gentle but firm grip on your hand as he slowly led you out. Mute on the side, covering your eyes or attempting to block your view the best he could when you passed a dead white mask.

So sorry it’s not the best, school night and I was just really bored. :(

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Random Rainbow Six Siege gifs - 1/?

[shegetsburned]

“No one remembers who comes in second.”

Tournament of Champions | Interviews

[thatgoblin]

Summary: You're at the end of your rope and things come to a head that end in near tragedy.

Warnings: Emotional abuse, near miscarriage, affairs, I will not apologize for putting Mike Baker from Rainbow 6 Siege into this. I do what I want.

~::~::~::~::~::~::~

“Mum, Dad, what are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my distance from the pair. Moira and Seán MacTavish were in their late 50s, but did their best not to look like it. Mum had her hair dyed a lighter blond as Dad had put black dye in his beard and hair. Johnny looked just like our dad too, dark hair, stormy blue/gray eyes, hell is Johnny had a full head of hair and a beard it would be hard to tell them apart. Mum looked just like Saorsie. Both had the same sandy blond that would glimmer like rays of sun on a warm day with hazel eyes that would swirl into more green some days.

I, however, looked very little like them. My hair didn’t shine like my Mum’s and sister’s or have the same depth of black that Johnny and my dad had and my eyes were dark, with no fleck of blue or green. I had some of my mom’s features, faintly the same nose, but very little in common with my Dad.

“Your brother let us know of your situation,” my Mum, said as she stepped forward to meet me and John with my Dad next to her. “We wanted to see if it was true and see if any help was needed.”

“You want to offer help?” I asked, scoffing at her. “After nearly a decade, after lying about me to the family and friends and anyone who would listen, after blaming me and making sure everyone knew you blamed me for Saorisie’s death, you want to offer help? Fuck off.”

“I knew she would be like this,” Dad said, shaking his head.

“You didn’t know shite,” I snapped. “You washed your hands of me years ago. You don’t get to come back into my life and act like you both are offering some saving grace as I flounder. I’ve been doing fine without you.”

“You got pregnant after getting drunk with a stranger,” Mum hissed. “You don’t have to like it, but we’re here to make sure you don’t ruin your life.”

“Well, I haven’t ruined my life. It’s honestly pretty good. I have friends and I have a partner and I’m having this baby without your help,” I said. “Now, you’ve done what you came here to do, so leave.”

“Do you really think you can raise a baby? That’s a commitment. You can’t go out and party when you want to or take the baby with you. What about when you go to work? Who’s going to watch the baby? Not the baby’s father,” she said.

“We’ll figure it out and it’s none of your business,” I snarled at her. She didn’t flinch though, keeping her stance. “I don’t like you, you don’t like me. Why are you here? What did Johnny say? That I’m drinking or doing drugs or trying to get money from John?”

“He didn’t exactly say that, but he did say that you were pregnant with his captain’s child,” Mum said with a small huff. “Don’t ruin this for him. He’s worked so hard to be where he is. Johnny doesn’t need you to come in and screw it up for him.”

“Oh fuck off,” I spat with a scowl.

“That’s what will happen because that’s what you always do. You ruin things.” I couldn’t answer, swallowing back any retort or else I’d burst into tears. Even after all these years, I was still crippled so easily by her words. “You know that I’m right.”

“Enough of this,” John growled. He had been uncharacteristically quiet the whole time, but when he pulled me by the arm, I noticed my Dad was standing further off to the side. When had he stepped away? “Bugger off, both of you,” he snarled as he walked us inside. His grip was tight, painfully so. I didn’t have time to tell him no or to stop before we were in my place.

“Okay, ow,” I huffed, jerking my arm away. “What was that?” I asked, rubbing my arm where he’d gripped it.

“Sorry, Love,” he said with a soft sigh. “I didn’t think your parents were that bad, but I was quickly proven wrong.”

“You didn’t believe me?” I asked, stepping back. “Are you fucking kidding me? After sticking up for me with Johnny and everyone else, but you didn’t believe me this whole time about my parents?”

“I didn’t say that,” John said, facing me. “I didn’t say that you were lying or that I didn’t believe you.”

“But you did. Just now. You thought I was lying to make my parents sound like monsters!” I cried, shaking my head. “Why would I lie about that!?”

“I don’t know!” John yelled, throwing his hands into the air. “I didn’t think it was as horrible as you made it because sometimes we think the horrible things that happened to us growing up seem much worse than they really were. When you said your parents favored your sister and brother over you, I thought it was because you didn’t have as many activities as them to go to or maybe because you were the youngest, you thought it wasn’t fair that Johnny got to leave so soon after school or your sister got the car instead of you because Johnny wasn’t there.”

“Oh my god,” I said, moving further away from him. My head was feeling hot and fuzzy as my chest began to tighten up. “You were humoring me this whole time and-God! I’m so stupid!”

“No, Love, please-”

“Get out,” I snarled. “Get out of my house! Get out of my life! I’m done! I’m fucking done, John! I have gone above and beyond for you! Letting you into my life because you’re the father of this baby, but you've changed so much of my life and keep trying to change more when I tell you to stop it. I am done being bowled over by people in my life. I was better off alone and I’ll be better off alone. You just bully and push till I give you what you want, saying you care about me, but really it’s just control.”

“Please, let’s just take a moment to calm down-”

“No! I’m not listening to you anymore! You’re not going to bully me into giving you what you want,” I said, pointing at the door.

John stood there, mouth open like he was trying to make words come out, but nothing happened. I stood my ground, keeping my finger pointed at the door. He took a deep breath before nodding. His heavy footsteps followed him out the door, leaving me in silence.

Just when things were seemingly working out, of course it all went to garbage.

‘You ruin everything.’

~::~::~::~

Johnny had kept to himself mostly after the screaming meltdown he’d had with his sister. He had tried to reason away everything their parents did, that maybe they did it to keep them all safe or were just tired of this out of control child. With a busted ankle, he had nothing but time to mull everything over and really process it. When he first ran into his estranged sister and saw she was obviously pregnant, he wanted to turn around and run. The thought of getting caught up in that drama and getting guilted into helping this poor single mum did not sit well with him.

Then it turned out that she and his Captain had had a fling and it was his baby. After years of listening to what their parents went through while trying to help her only to get spat on, Johnny was not going to let his Captain fall victim to her. It probably wasn’t even his.

Price swore it was and that they hadn't slept with anyone else, but he still didn’t know. Even when they nearly came to blows at his place, it took Simon pointing out the flaws in the lies he’d been fed to get through that maybe his parents were showing favoritism and there was something much deeper going on. Usually he could sniff out a bad situation, but it was his family and he trusted them. Simon didn’t have that luxury growing up and knew that people could be cold and cruel, no matter the kind and caring face they put forward for the world to see. It helped him grasp the possibility that his sister was telling the truth.

Johnny wasn’t ready to believe her 100%, but he wanted to talk to their parents first. He called them up a few days after seeing her again and talking about what had happened. From seeing her pregnant in the grocery store to it being his Captain that was the father. They had some problems with that, automatically calling her several choice words and agreeing that it either wasn’t Price’s baby or she had done it on purpose to get money out of him. There was no mention of them coming to visit, though.

He didn’t speak to them again till after he was screamed at. It was the tipping point in him beginning to believe his sister. When he brought up everything, they always had something to explain why they did what they did, but the more he pushed, the more they began to turn on him. They’re choices sounded insane and the reasoning was flimsy and were done not to combat an unruly child, but punishing someone for the sake of punishing them.

A story from school came to mind as he stewed. The story of the Whipping Boy. The Prince wouldn’t be punished, no matter how awful he was, so The Whipping Boy would take the punishment. No matter how terrible or if the Prince misbehaved on purpose, the Whipping Boy was the one to take every whipping or beating. That was his sister, but worse. Their parents didn’t wait for Saoirse or Johnny to mess up to take out their anger and frustration on their youngest child.

It was too late, though. Johnny had driven the final nail in the coffin of their relationship.

He sat on his sofa, picking his phone up, wanting to call or text his sibling, but dropping the phone each time. Johnny felt the need to fix things between them. He didn’t have any other siblings and neither did she, and with how their parents went about things, the two would be the only family they had left.

Until John came through the front door.

The man looked exhausted, his shoulders limp and stance bowed. His eyes were red and wet while his nose was irritated as he kept sniffling. What had happened?

“Cap?” Johnny said, moving to stand and limp over to the older man.

“I’m going to put this as simply as possible,” John said, his face hardening into a pointed snarl as he faced Johnny. “Do not talk to me. Do not ask me anything. Until I can keep myself from trying to strangle you, fuck off.” His voice was terse, deeper and more gravelly than usually.

“What?” Johnny said, hurt and confused about what was being said. Had his sister told Price he did something wrong?

“Your bloody parents showed up is what,” Price snapped. “I was making things work. We were going to be okay, but then your parents showed up and made sure it was fuckin’ flushed down the drain. Your dad, yeah? Your dad offered me money to leave your sister and my daughter to make sure you weren’t affected by our relationship.”

“I didn’t know they were going to come here and see her or you!” Johnny cried. “They didn’t say anything about it and I certainly didn’t call them to complain or tell them to do that! It’s not my fault our parents did that!”

“It is!” Price snarled. “It is your fault! You were told by me and by her that your parents were fuckin’ abusive and horrible, but you ignored it and ran to them the moment you could!”

“I’m sorry, okay! I thought she were lying! I thought she was trying to get you locked into a relationship for money!” Johnny yelled back.

“You were told by multiple people that your parents were lying! You were told! There was no reason to involve them and now I have to go to a lawyer so I can have rights to see my daughter because her mother doesn’t want anything to do with me!” Price yelled.

“How is that my fault!? How is that my parents fault!? Did you take the money!?” Johnny bellowed, knowing full well he was digging himself a hole as he kept arguing with his superior.

“I didn’t take the money,” Price said, suddenly deflating. “I. . . Told her I didn’t realize they were that bad. She took it as that I didn’t believe her and now she’s kicked me out of her life and the baby’s.” The men were quiet as they stood there. Johnny had thought he’d lost his sister for just a bit, not permanently. With the new development, it looked like he may not have a chance to fix things.

“Oh,” Johnny said softly. He didn’t know what else to say. Johnny did feel bad for Price, but he didn’t have guilt. It needed to be there, but he just didn’t have it.

“Just give me some space, you muppet,” John said softly, inhaling sharply through his nose. “It may not be your fault completely, but you had a hand in it. We’ve got time before our next mission and I need to not go into it with a clouded head.” At the end of the day, no matter how much chaos was happening in his personal life, he needed to not let it into his job. If that meant avoiding Johnny for a few days, so be it.

Johnny wasn’t sure what to do to help anyone, but he knew someone who would. Making a quick call and finding they were in town, he was glad to catch them.

~::~::~::~

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. All that I could do was sit on my couch and sob. I was overwhelmed with so much anger and fear and sadness. Jesse would have been there in a heartbeat, but I needed to do this alone. This new direction meant I would be on my own with a baby and as much as I was used to doing things myself, I had to accept that not even Jesse could be around when I needed someone. He had his own life and his own problems and joys and events that I couldn’t bear to take from him.

Stress pains began to make me nauseous as I rubbed my belly. It was becoming too much and I couldn’t stop crying. John had left an hour ago already, but it was more like he’d died with how I was reacting. Was I grieving? Maybe. My whole life felt like it was spent grieving for something. My acceptance of my parents not loving me, my brother leaving me, my sister dying, the loss of who I could be if my family wasn’t shite. . . I was cursed. It had to be that. That was the only way that these things could be happening.

By the time night fell, I was able to gather myself enough to practice deep breathing as I kept rubbing over my belly while I laid on my couch. There was still pain, not as bad, but it wasn’t coming and going, just staying. It was starting to get concerning, to the point I was about to call for an ambulance as there was a knock on the door. Continuing to focus on my breathing as I worked to stand up, I was overcome with a sharp pain in my stomach that brought me to my knees with a wail.

“No, no, no, no,” I muttered as I held my belly with one hand and the other held me up as best I could.

“Ducky!” A familiar gruff voice called from the front.

“Mike!” I cried. “Mike, I need you!”

The one who had come through when I was alone and in need, it was always Mike to shuffle along and find me. He was my cousin on my Dad’s side and always kept his distance till he was truly needed.

The front door nearly came off its hinges when he came in, ready to fight anyone and anything he had to to get to me. He barrelled into the living room to kneel next to me.

“I’m here. I’ve got you, Ducks,” he said, helping me stand to pick me up. “We’re going to the hospital.”

“My wallet is by the front door,” I said before a sharp pain came over me again. “Shite!” Mike got me into his truck before running back in. He took a minute to come back, but he had grabbed my pack and was coming back out while stuffing it with my purse while holding a pair of shoes for me to slip on. He handed me my things before rushing around to his side. Once he was in the truck, he took off.

“Keep breathing, Ducks. I know it hurts, but keep breathing,” he said. The man had been a part of SAS for as long as I had been alive, to see him flustered even the slightest was unsettling. He was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he sped to the hospital. I could only nod and continue to breathe.

Screeching to a halt in front of the emergency entrance, Mike was out and yelling for help as he ran around to my side to pick me up from the truck. He blew past the nurses that were rushing out to meet us with a wheelchair and straight into the emergency center. It took two words of ‘pregnancy’ and ‘pain’ to be taken back to a room. I was put into a gown and had an ultrasound pushed into the room so fast I swore that I saw a dust trail behind it. Through the exams and monitoring, Mike held my hand as I was terrified I had lost the baby. If I had, I knew. . . I just knew I would not survive it.

“Want me to call anyone?” Mike asked softly as the nurse reported to the doctor.

“I don’t know. I’m not-” I choked on the words, trying to calm down, but it was feeling impossible. “I’m not talking to anyone right now.”

“No one?” Miked asked, receiving a nod.

“Mum and Dad came by and as usual, I was treated like shit and the baby’s father was with me. So of course he gets caught up in it and suddenly we’re fighting because he never did believe me about how shite my parents are,” I said, rubbing my belly with my free hand.

“Your Mum and Dad are here? They came all the way here to just give you shit?” He asked, sighing heavily.

“Mostly to reprimand me for possibly fucking up Johnny’s military career. His captain is the father,” I said. “It was a drunk one time thing, we’ve been trying to work it out, but Johnny decided he needed to meddle and now Mum and Dad showed up to make sure I hadn’t ruined something else.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Mike groaned. “This is bullshit. Even after all these years, they still find a way to be fuckin’ knobs. I’m so sorry this happened, Ducky.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said. “It’s no one’s fault, it just happened.”

“I know, but I’m still sorry. I should have come sooner,” he said. “Maybe you wouldn’t feel so awful now.”

“How did you know to come by?” I asked, but the doctor came in before he could answer.

He was quick and to the point, I needed to go on bedrest for the next few weeks. My blood pressure had been so low before and now it was sky high, giving me braxton hicks contractions. The baby was fine and would be okay, but it all boiled down to me needing to get as much water as possible (something they always told me) as well as keeping my stress levels as low as possible.

Well, I would have to figure out work again and I am pretty sure they’ll just let me go or put me on maternity leave early. As for needing to lower my stress level, I had been forced to take on so much so quickly that I wasn't sure if I could do anything about it.

I would be kept overnight at least, meaning I would be given some time to get things arranged. At least Mike was there.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call someone?” Mike asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, rubbing my face. “I basically broke up with John and kicked him out, so I don’t think he’d even want to be here.”

“John? And he’s a captain? You shacked up with John Price?” Mike asked, chuckling.

“Not helping, Mike,” I sighed. “How do you know John?”

“Ducky, I was his CO for his first year in SAS,” Mike said. “I know him. I’m surprised he’s not here trying to sneak in.”

“That’s a big part of our problems, actually. We were going to talk about him bullying me into what he thinks is best for me rather than asking what I want,” I said. “He just came back from a mission and we found out the gender of the baby when my parents were waiting for us at my place. Which, I don’t know how they found it. I haven’t seen or spoken to them in almost a decade. Johnny probably said something,” I said. “That’s the only explanation.”

“Well, despite him having a bit of a runner for a mouth, he did give me a call to come by and see you,” Mike said. “He told me a bit about the row you two had and how you put him in his place, as well as that you and the father were on the outs. Not too much detail, but enough that I came by as soon as I could. I’m on leave for a bit and, if you need me to, I can make it longer.”

“You don’t have to-”

“My Duck,” he said, gently stopping him. “You have no one, according to you, so please let me help you. It’s the least I could do to help make up for not being here sooner.” I was quiet, nodding as I squeezed his bear claw of a hand.

“Why can’t my parents be like you?” I asked softly, looking up at him with watery eyes.

“I wish I had the answers for you, I truly do,” he said. We fell into a comfortable quiet, letting me drift off to sleep for a bit.

What woke me up was the sound of arguing outside my room. I couldn’t see anyone, but I was able to pick out a few voices. Mike was there with Johnny as John’s voice piped in to cut off a very angry Scottish man’s voice. Oh.

“Enough of this shite,” Mike snarled, coming back into the room. “I’m telling her. I’m done letting you control this narrative. I couldn’t be there when she needed me the most when she was younger, but I’m here now and she needs to know the truth.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” My mum shrieked as she followed Mike closely with my dad, Johnny, John, and a few nurses trying to break the whole group up.

“Ducky,” Mike said, his voice quieting down as he turned to me. “I am so sorry and I want you to understand that I couldn’t be what you needed me to be when you were younger. That was probably when you needed me the most.”

“Mike Baker, shut your fuckin’ mouth!” My dad bellowed.

“Out!” A nurse yelled, while security filed into the room. “Everyone out!”

“Please, let me explain,” Mike said.

“Mike can stay,” I said as the others were forced out. “He can stay.” Johnny helped drag our dad out as well as our mum. Once everyone was gone and the yelling had stopped, Mike let out a tired groan as he took a seat next to my hospital bed. “So, why are you sorry?” I asked, groggy and confused by the sudden appearance of everyone.

“That I wasn’t a better father,” Mike said, going right to the issue. He never was one to dance around the subject. “Specifically to you.” It took a few moments for me to understand as I was still groggy, but when it did this sense of understanding and acceptance washed over me. It made everything click into place, giving me proper balance for the first time.

“You’re my father?” I said slowly. “So, who’s my mum?”

“Moira. She’s your mum,” Mike said with a sigh as he sat down. “Seán and her were having a rough patch after Saoirse was born. It lasted a few years and got to the point that she left everyone for me for a while. She didn’t know she was pregnant till after a few weeks of deciding she didn’t want me after all.”

“That was the same time that you and your ex-wife, Laurie, split up,” I said, putting the puzzle pieces together. He nodded and sighed. “So Mum and. . . Seán, they knew the whole time?”

“Yeah. From the moment she found out she was pregnant, she knew you were mine,” he said.

“And you weren’t around because of your job?”

“Mostly, but also because I didn’t want to make things rough for you. Neither of your parents were happy that I was your father and made sure that I knew they would never let me forget it. It wasn’t until your sister’s death that I was able to see what was going on. I was always away or busy with my own life, add in your parents threatening me if I told you. . .”

“So, it’s all my parents fault,” I said with a nod. “Not this thing, but in general. I’m gonna blame my parents for it. It always goes back to them. Even if I wasn’t an affair babe, they would have treated me differently still.”

“I still take part of the blame for you having the life you did,” Mike said.

“Don’t. You did what you could and they could have chosen any route to take and they took one of the worst ones,” I said. “Thank you for telling me now though. I’m really tired of people hiding things.”

“You’re welcome, Ducky,” Mike said, giving my hand a squeeze. “Your Jo is outside whenever you’re ready to talk to him.”

“I’m assuming you called him and Johnny and Johnny called our parents,” I said, slowly blinking as I looked at him. Despite the commotion and the news, I was still so tired from being given a small dose of melatonin to calm down and relax. It was one of the few things I could have that would help with my stress other than people leaving me alone.

“I called Johnny, but he told John. The boy called your parents to yell at them and everyone showed up at once,” he said, shaking his head.

“That sounds about right,” I said. “I don’t have the energy to deal with them, but tomorrow I’ll pick one to talk to. Right now it’s resting time.” Mike snickered, nodding. Going back to sleep, I didn’t think about what I was going to say or do till the next morning came with John sitting outside with my favorite breakfast food and flowers and, the thing that told me he was really thinking of me, a set of bracelets made of rose quartz.

Mike looked to me for approval before letting him in.

John looked like a kicked and drowned puppy with how he stood there in the doorway, holding out the food.

“Actions are louder than words and. . . This is very much shouting how sorry you are,” I said. “You can come in and we can talk.”

I could feel the relief as he let out a huge sigh before coming over to hand me the food. After sleeping and having some breakfast, my head was much clearer and not as frazzled or full of rage. “I’m sorry that I screamed at you last night and said we were done,” I said, reaching out for his hand. “I was really hurt by what you had said, but I should not have reacted that way. At most I should have asked for a night off.”

“No, you were in the right,” John said, taking my hand with both of his. “You were stressed and we hadn’t had a chance to talk about us before getting jumped by your parents. I should have kept my mouth shut and let you decompress.”

“Both of us were in a spot and needed to talk about us. It can’t be just one side who’s wrong,” I said. “I think we should go to counseling so we can make this work. The baby needs us to be better than this.”

“Absolutely,” John said, nodding. “Whatever it takes to get us to the good, I’ll do it.”

“Same here,” I said, smiling. Pulling him over to me, I gave him a kiss and a tight hug, before putting his hand to my belly as the baby began to move around. She had started to do that after I ate more and more, which helped with timing as he stared wide eyed in wonder.

“She’s really in there,” he said with a soft chuckle, getting teary eyed. “I know you’re pregnant and never doubted it, but it’s just so different feeling her kick around. It makes it so much more real.”

“I know. I thought it was indigestion at first,” I said, smiling as I stared at his hand on my belly. His calloused and work worn hands were such a stark contrast with my baby blue hospital gown, but it was good. We were two different people coming together when this mish mash of us was created. “Now she’s doing happy dances whenever I eat. She’s a lot like her mummy, happy for food.”

“Well you’re not the only one who likes a good meal,” John chuckled, leaning in to kiss my head. We chit chatted a bit more, getting settled back into our usual rhythm that helped solidify our relationship.

A knock at the door made us go silent. The door opened to show Johnny hanging his head very much in the same way John had. So many mixed feelings shot through me and I wasn’t ready to talk to him.

“I just wanted to stop by and. . .” He trailed off as he looked up at us. “Um, can we talk?”

“Johnny. . . I can’t. Not now,” I said, actively working to keep myself from letting my anger shoot up with my blood pressure. “I don’t know what you want to say, but I can’t. There is too much stress and with you calling our parents? Please just go. If I want to talk in the future, I will come to you.”

It was easy to see his heart break, but he stayed quiet. Johnny nodded, taking a deep breath before leaving.

“You want me to talk to him, don’t you?” I said, looking over at John.

“I don’t want you to do anything unless you want to. This is between you and him,” he said. “If you want to talk to him, I’ll support you. If you never want to see him again, I can do my best as I work with him.”

Shit, that’s right.

“I think some counseling first would be good before I attempt anything,” I said. “You working with him changes things and with what you do, I don’t want our issues spilling over into your work. I need you and the baby needs you. There’s no way that I can risk losing you.”

“I need you, too,” he said, kissing my cheek. “So, I can let him know that things between the two of you will be paused and if anything, encourage him to go to counseling as well. God knows our entire group needs it.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” I said with a nod. “In the mean time, we need to pick your place or mine to live in so we can have a nursery to get ready.”

“Didn’t think that you liked my place,” he said with a snort.

“Eh, it’s not a matter of not liking your place, it’s a matter of comfort. Not having a backup plan makes me nervous,” I said.

“Understood. Let’s get you home first then spin a wheel to decide, hmm?”

“I will spin your wheel, ye daft ninny,” I groaned, rolling my eyes while John snickered. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Love.”

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Rainbow is Magic 🌈

[yee-harr]

I know I haven’t posted in about half a year but shhhhhh, here’s some wing AU sketches because I have nothing better to do in my free-time other than draw military dudes as birds

(Thatcher = osprey, Jäger = eurasian magpie, Kapkan = snowy owl)

(might make more of these sketches? I’ve already got a list of what species each of the pathfinder ops would be lmao)

[ghostiex0]

Could i request some Thatcher x reader where they're at a bar with the rest of the SAS and Reader asks thatcher to join them in the bathroom where it wnds with thatcher bending the reader over the sink counter and fucking them?

Mike Thatcher x reader smut

First post in a good while lol. Old man Thatchers character is kinda hard, but enjoy! Gender Neutral reader

Warnings: N//SFW below, semi-public sex, no protection (he pulls out). Readers cocky.

“-then the bastard tried to act all smug, the hell else was I supposed to do?” Mike was quick to defend himself.

James had gotten on his case about the reputation he now had in pubs around the area after apparently laying into some ‘bastards’. Hearing about the throw of the pool ball made you cringe. From Mike’s story, it did sound like they deserved it at least. “Could’ve called me up!” Light laughter followed James’s comment. “I don’t blame ya, just think it’s funny.” Maybe he realized how he was getting the older man a little too riled up, backpedaling on his previous statement.

Mike took another swig of his drink, not bothering to give a response. Under the protection of the bar table, your hand slid over to his thigh. His eyes looked down at your hand, then flickered to your face. You had to bite back a little mischievous smile. He let you off the hook for a good few minutes, conversation carrying on around the table. You yourself falling victim to a few bad jokes here and there. After those few minutes though, Mike shifted in his seat, his eyes no longer looking at yours but his body language told you he was all too aware of your hand placement. You wondered if the stiffness in his body was still from his annoyance, or now from how your thumb gently rubbed against his thigh, slightly gravitating towards his crotch.

Your wrist was quickly snatched in his large hand, the tightness not enough to hurt, but enough to tell you to cut it out. Sadly, it only amused you further. His eyes turned to glare at you when even while he gripped your wrist beneath the bar, your fingers angled downwards to rub as much of his thigh as you could reach. It seemed to be enough to set him off.

“We’ll be right back.” Mike announced, suddenly standing up from his stool at the bar, his co-workers seeming stunned at the sudden movement. You didn’t blame them, not as he pulled you out of your seat as well, your heart racing in your chest, your feet barely keeping up as he brought you to the bathroom.

“That was sure bol-“ “Shut it.” The older man cut you off, pushing you into the one person restroom, quickly locking the door behind you both. “You think touching me like that back wouldn’t have any repercussions?” His voice almost as heavy as his steps as he approached you, making you walk backwards until you hit the cold surface of the sink. Your hands grasped behind you, the chill stinging against your hot palms.

Mike was always so easy to rile up. Lightable temper and years of pent up sexual frustration, a perfect target for your needs.

“You even listening to me?”

“Maybe not. But I can tell you’re stressing yourself out more than you need too.” You pointed out bluntly, a small smirk on your face as a sort of flabbergasted look crossed his face. “Let me help you?”

Something inside of him snapped, his lips smashed against yours. The scuff of his facial hair prickling against your skin. With your hot breath mingling he grunted, your lips pulling away from his. Mike’s erection, hard in his jeans, pressed into you, providing your own needy body some sort of relief.

“Turn around.” He was good at commands, you’d give him that. He gave you enough room just to push off of him and shift your body around, your stomach thankfully covered by your top, protecting you from the freezing cold surface of the sink. Your hips were pulled back in a matter of seconds, forcing you to bend down slightly, ass curved up to pressed into Mikes crotch.

“Seems like you want me too, huh?” His words mingled with his heavy breaths, his hands wrapping around your waist. In a second your bare ass was on display for him, his large hands gripping onto your skin, forcing you to arch your back up more.

Your head was foggy, you must have not been able to hear his pants unbuckling with your heavy breathing, but you could clearly hear your own desperate noises as the tip of his cock pushed up against your hole.

“Seems like you’re the one who needs help now, sweetheart.” Thatcher chuckled to himself, purposefully teasing you for a few more seconds. His hands suddenly squeezed your hips tighter before his hips snapped forward, his cock hitting deep inside you.

As his thrusts increased, your legs slowly deteriorated, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to quiet any noises. Though there was nothing you could do about the distinct sound of his skin hitting yours.

The coil in your stomach snapping, a long drawn out noise leaving your lips as his own thrusts got sloppier. “Fuck…” You heard Mike’s strained grumbles, feeling his cock pulse inside you. He slipped out just in time to cum on you, instead of inside.

A good few minutes passed, your upper body still resting against the sink as you finally caught your breath. He had been kind enough to wipe you up without saying anything. His large fingers hooking into your bottoms and sliding them back up on you.

The silence was almost deafening as you finally let your body relax itself, pushing up on the sink to stand up straight. You turned around him, dazed yet still smug.

“Wasn’t that a good stress reliever?”

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[grezzirossi]

My fave R6 defenders are besties <3 

[parragone]

One day I'll publish all of these. Anyway! Thatcher and Mute, while Thstcher is trying desperately to figure out who the fuck decided to put a teenager through SAS selection

The fact of the matter was that someone far higher than he was aware was pulling strings in preparation for something. To make matters worse, he knew about the whole ordeal. He, Cowden, and Porter had been the only members of the SAS to be directly informed of the boy being underage, and that was only after they had hauled the kid back from Belize to finish out the training. Someone was doing more than planning; they had their operators picked out, which meant they had a solid plan of action and intent.

They knew what they wanted.

The door opened, and Mike looked up to find a now mostly-dry young man standing just inside the doorway. He gestured for Mark to come sit next to him, and soon enough, they were sitting near to each other; Mark set his phone face-down in front of him and folded his hands over top of it. It was astonishing how difficult the boy was to read, even without the mask, and Mike wondered when he'd learned to hide so well. Mike pushed over the papers before he leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as he tapped his thumbs together.

“You know your rank, yeah?”

“Y-yeah. I’ve been named a lieutenant.” Mark thumbed through the papers with a quiet bewilderment. “These are my transcripts - my designs and patents.”

“Aye, they are,” Mike confirmed. “With an academic doctorate, you should have been placed higher, but you’re a damn kid. The fact you’re serving at all is a fucking nightmare. As a lieutenant, you outrank me. If we were standard troops, I’d be the one calling you 'sir'. Given that we’re not, and you’re currently being treated as a member of my squad, we’ll address each other formally but without rank.”

Mark froze where he sat, his eyes locked on the papers in his hands before he slowly lifted his head. His brows furrowed together with a look of utter disbelief as he quietly gestured between himself and Mike, which was only confirmed as the older man nodded. The confusion seemed to get worse.

“Baker, sir, you’re - you’re like twice my age-”

“Thrice, actually.”

“That makes it worse!” Mark dropped the papers. “I can’t outrank you! I don’t even know what I’m-”

The way the boy stopped and seemed to shrink made Mike’s gears turn in the worst kind of way. He leaned forward on his elbows and interlocked his fingers as he set his shoulders. “Be honest, Chandar, do you want to be here?”

“I can’t-”

“You can. This isn’t an interrogation, and nobody’s gonna hold it against you for telling me the truth. Not like anyone else is gonna know your answer anyway,” Mike said as he tried to keep his tone as even as he could. “You’re not even legal, but they threw you in with the best of the best and told you to swim. It’s a fucking shock you passed selection, let alone as well as you did, but you managed and here we are. Now, spill - did you want to be here or not?”

Silence hung in the air for what felt like ten minutes or more. The engineer avoided his eyes, shrunk in on himself the same way his own children once did when they thought they were in trouble, and seemed to focus on the transcripts. It was an understandable reaction, even if it was a frustrating one.

The boy was smart. Too smart for his own good, quick to pick up on new ideas and faster to implement them. His coordination and communication skills were poor in controlled environments, but excellent on the field; he had risked his own success at escape and evasion training to get two other prospects out of a sticky situation, and his squad credited their high performance in Belize to his calm head, even if an oyster had better socialization skills.

Except, and this was key in Mike’s assessment, leadership was a trait Mark Chandar denied.

“No, I didn’t.”

Mark’s words pulled Mike out of his thoughts, and the older man leaned back in his chair. “Then how’d you get here?”

“They gave me a choice. Said it was because I was too clever for my own good,” Mark explained quietly as he tidied the papers. “I was too good at breaking codes and finding information, too quick to be trusted. Said that if I didn’t take the offer, they’d have me under surveillance for the rest of my life. I’d never be allowed to leave the country. Anyone I interacted with would be scrutinized. They said I was too dangerous to let anyone else get me as an asset, even though I did nothing wrong.”

“They picked your ass up because you’re smart?” He sounded incredulous. “I mean, damn, your scores are good but-”

“They picked me up because I broke into GCHQ’s systems with a laptop and home internet,” Mark corrected, his tone defeated. “They picked me up because for some goddamn reason, I thought I could go ahead and break every code standing between someone and classified documents and not get caught. I was fifteen when I did it, sixteen when the GCHQ told me to either sign up or live under watch."

[melodygatesauthor]

Holiday SAS Headcanons

You guys seem to enjoy these, and I'm enjoying writing them! These are gifts that I think the members of SAS would get their SO and how they would treat their SO in cold weather (warming them up, what food they'd make them, e.t.c.)

Mute - Mute would surprise you with a thoughtful gift...days before Christmas. He wouldn't admit it was because he was impatient and excited to see what you thought of it. He would also be the last one to want to help decorate. He enjoys the holidays, but doesn't really have the ambition to spend time hanging lights and whatnot. He might help you put ornaments on the tree if you give him the puppy dog look that melts his heart every time. If you begged him, he would be inclined to go to your best friend's ugly Christmas sweater party. As long as he puts a smile on your face, he's down for anything at the end of the day.

When it's cold out, Mute will love spending time curled up watching TV with you. As a bit of a history buff, he would enjoy seeing some of the local sights while covered in snow. Surprisingly he is oddly really good at making snowpeople, and you don't judge him for the five he built in the yard after a big snow storm. He even puts little scarves and hats on them.

Smoke - He is always going to make sure you are spoiled. He's the kind of guy to give you love coupons for Christmas and actually follow through with the items on said coupons, particularly the ones that are hands on. He would love to see you and his daughter getting along on Christmas morning, and the look on both of your faces when he surprises you both with your very thoughtful gifts. He also has a cookie recipe that honestly yields the best cookies you've ever tasted, and would love nothing more than for you to decorate them with him.

He really likes going to do things as a family with the two of you. It doesn't matter if it's ice skating, sledding, or just walking downtown and sipping hot cocoa. Of course he would be down for some really cozy cuddling on the couch. His favorite pass time would be silently laying on the couch with your head on his chest while you admire the tree you decorated all together. He wouldn't even complain in the morning when he woke up and his back hurt because you both fell asleep on the couch.

Sledge - Sledge is going to lose his mind trying to figure out what to get you. He would be stressing last minute because his mother will have him second guessing every gift he bought you, despite deep down him knowing that he got you something you will probably like. He prefers Christmas morning to be just the two of you, but will be happy to visit respective families after your personal festivities are done. He's also the type to propose on Christmas morning. You could literally buy him anything and he would be thrilled.

Sledge really likes shoveling, for no good reason other than it's good exercise, and he loves his shovel. He refuses to buy a snowblower even when you tell him he should. He made his own shovel, it looks oddly familiar...Caber 2.0? He will also insist on snowball fighting with you outside after every snow storm, and then he will make it a full time job to warm you up when you lose and your body is nearly frozen and drowned under snowballs that he pelted you with.

Thatcher - He knows how to spoil his SO to the moon and back. Whatever you like, there will be lots of it under the tree. He will also remember one jewelry store you said you liked four years ago and he will continue buying you a new piece of jewelry from that store for every occasion, even if you don't care for the store anymore. You just don' t have the heart to tell him to stop when you see how happy he is to give you the gift. He actually, surprisingly, has a thing for Christmas crafts. He will enjoy working on them together and using them to decorate rather than going to the store to buy decorations.

Thatcher won't admit it, but he loves peppermint hot cocoa and you smirk when you see empty cups in the trash can from his little secret. He will make sure your car is always cleaned off and that there's always a fire in the fireplace on exceptionally cold evenings. While not particularly fond of tech, he secretly appreciates the smart home thermostat so that he doesn't have to get off the couch and stop cuddling with you in order to turn up the heat. Really big fan of classic Christmas movies.

Who should I do next? Christmas is right around the corner and I may not have time to do more beforehand, so maybe we can look at New Year's, or who cares, Christmas headcanons are fine with me any time of year honestly.

[jollybone]

forgot to post this until now 😅

my contribution to @bl-beater and @r6shippingdelivery 's R6 collab on twitter :)

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