#rvb imagines

[submarinefleet]

Can you do the ladies of PFL with an s/o that is just a civilian but is impossibly durable? Like if they got shot by a bullet it wouldn't go through them/barely would or if they got run over by a tank they'd get out mostly fine except for maybe a sprained or broken limb, not an absolutely crushed one. They could probably take a point blank explosion and walk away with only slight burns and minor pain from impact.

Tex actually really appreciates how durable her partner is. She's used them as a meat shield before in a pinch, but she doesn't like making a habit of it, and generally doesn't involve them in her business to begin with. She likes that she can wrestle and be rough with them and they can take it like a champ, even with her enhanced strength. She does get a little huffy that she can't leave bite marks and hickeys on them that easily, but she doesn't dwell on that. She gives them affectionate punches in the arm as often as kisses.

Carolina is honestly a little disturbed whenever she bears witness to her partner's freakish durability, but seeing them survive is still more of a relief than anything else. She feels guilty about it, but she's used them as a meat shield at least once. It's on instinct! Somewhere along the way, some wires got crossed, and she subconsciously put them in the mental basket Maine used to inhabit of being the bulwark at her back. The absolute last thing she ever wants to do is make them feel like she doesn't care about their well-being, though, and the shame makes her get defensive and try to hide. She always comes around in the end though, with apologetic kisses and some kind of present.

South ABSOLUTELY uses her partner as a meat shield-- but never in combat. She just goes out of her way to instigate things, so she can dive behind them with a cackle. She's like a kid with a toy that doubles as a stress ball. Whenever she's in a good mood she'll give them a few punches, whenever she's antsy she'll given them a few punches-- she'll gnaw on them, wrestle them, pick them up and toss them around like a beanbag. Maybe lay on her back and treat them like she's rolling a barrel with her feet whenever it's leg day. It gets pretty excessive, but she'll stop and pout if they get annoyed and tell her that's enough. They're her hyper-durable teddy bear, and she falls asleep squeezing them more often than she'd care to admit. Having them on hand relaxes her.

Connie is nonplussed. She's the only one of the PFL ladies who has never used her partner as a meat shield even once. It was a shock the first time she saw them survive something crazy, and she questioned them thoroughly--ex-SPARTAN? Another unethical UNSC project to try and win the war?--before she added the new information to her mental dossier, and continued on as if nothing happened (although that's not true at all. She's still to this day digging into their background and family history in her spare time trying to figure out where they got it from, to find out if there are any unpleasant side-effects to watch out for down the line). She's relieved they survive what they do, but plans meticulously to keep them out of harms way all the same. The fact that they're a civilian is never forgotten.

479er goes from a verbal "what the fuck?" the first time she witnesses her partner survive an explosion, to thinking it's the absolute funniest shit ever. Whenever company's around and she's had a few beers, she wants her partner to do stunts to show it off. She cackles at all the shocked expressions. Otherwise, it doesn't really come up, beyond her insisting they be the one to climb ladders, and stick their hand down the garbage disposal to fish stuff out whenever she's home. She hasn't needed to use them as a meat shield before, but absolutely would without a second thought, if it ever came up. Don't look at her like that! Some of us are ordinary, non-bulletproof humans, okay?

[kittytehe]

Hi could I get an Rvb match up?? Im short and curvy in the hips (about 5’1), short very flippy brown hair and hazel eyes. I have a but of muscle in my arms and a tattoo. Im blind as a bat but I love to draw, cook, and tinkering. Southern accent can be thick sometimes but it comes out worse when Im upset. I hope thats enough 😊 and I love your writing!!

I match you with…Sarge! (I honestly was about to match you with Grif as well)

I have a feeling you two wouldn’t get along at first, since it seems like you may appear as the more, authority type to him. And I’m not kidding, he would flat out probably think he needs to one up you, unless you’re cooking. He would have to admit that he enjoyed when you two would make some contact, since he finds you appealing, (and depending on what and where your tattoo is he’ll probably like looking at it). He finds your southern accent interesting, and it was a surprise to him when you got upset for the first time. Sarge would be grateful that you obviously give enough potential to be in the “army”, y’know since he probably still thinks he’s fighting a war. If you brought your art supplies with you he’d love to take a look at them, and he’d probably ask you to help Lopez and him with the warthog.  

[imaginetex]

Imagine blue team walking in on tex doing nothing but watching TV and eating straight out of a jar of peanut butter…. No one says anything but we can assume she won’t stop even if they did

[agentclarification]

Oblivious (Washington x Reader)

It’s been a year since being recruited into Project Freelancer. Over that one-year period you have managed to hold your ground and climb your way up the leader board. Your current ranking is at 9, just two points away from moving up to ranking 8. Besides the progress you made as a Freelancer, you made progress on becoming friends with the Freelancers in the top 10. Technically, you were the little baby to them, the little “kid” they have to worry about once in a while, a bit too precious for them.

“Sooooooo…when did you realize this?” York waved a hand as he took a bite out of his apple. It was early in the morning and you guys decided that it was a good idea to eat something light before heading out on the large assigned team mission for the day. You sheepishly poked around your tray. “Maybe three or four months ago…” York looked at you straight in the eye.

“Are you kidding me (S/N)? Why didn’t you tell me the first month?” You shrugged quietly. “I wasn’t sure yet?” You stretched out the word ‘yet.’ York rolled his eyes. The Dakota twins came by and sat down. “Watcha two talking about?” South looks at you and York. “Oh you know, (S/N) growing up and having her first crush.” You blushed. “Man she’s been crushing on the guy for four months and only now she tells me.” North chuckled. “Is this your first time hearing about her crushing on Wash?” York’s head snapped in the direction of the dark purple clad Freelancer.

“You knew?!” North shrugged. “Well of course, I am the fatherly figure around here. She told me the moment she began developing these feelings.” South took a sip out of her cup. “It was a bit shocking when she told us, I thought this whole time she would crush on Wyoming or Florida since she’s always doing recon with them.” York’s hand was outstretched. “SOUTH TOO?!” North lazily picks up his fork. “She was eavesdropping while (S/N) was telling me about it.” South blew a stray hair out of place. “I happened to be passing by, I wasn’t eavesdropping North. There’s a difference.” The twin argued.

“G-guys I’m still here…” You chimed in. They all looked at you. “Who else knows?!” York demanded. You thought for a second. “Mmm, everyone except Carolina. I was about to talk to her about it that same week Tex came around…but you know…” The twins nodded in agreement. “So you’re telling me…that Maine knows as well?” You nodded slowly fearing for what he has to say. “Dammit guys, stop leaving me out of all the fun!” You all laughed at York’s retort. Before continuing the conversation, F.I.L.I.S.S. called for all you to report to the Director. “Well, it’s show time guys.” North says with a grin.

Mission briefing was short, all 10 of you will be involved in this mission. 5 of you will be stealing data files and equipment while the other 5 will be covering them through recon. The recon team will be leaving first to scout out enemy territory. You were assigned to the recon team. South was throwing a tantrum while the 5 of you were getting ready to leave. North tried to calm her down. As you watched the twins argue, Wyoming elbowed you. You looked at him and he pointed in front of you. “Don’t look now, your beau is coming.”

“He is not my beau Wyoming.” Wash and York was walking up to you guys. “Hey guys, Wash and I just wanted to wish you guys good luck.” You looked at York suspiciously. “Isn’t that right Wash?” He elbows his friend. “U-Uh yeah. Right. Good luck guys.” You blushed under your helmet. “We don’t need luck.” Florida came by and slaps Wash on the shoulder. “Anyways, we shouldn’t delay you guys any longer. We’ll see you down there in a few hours.” York says. You and your teammates boarded the Pelican, you were the last to get on. York had his arms crossed as he nodded at you and Wash waved at you. You waved back, “Come on you love sick puppy take a seat.” South pulls you inside.

Once your Pelican left the MOI, North breaks the silence between the 5 of you. “(S/N), I’ve been meaning to ask you this since last week. How’s the progress on getting Wash to notice you?” South, Florida, and Wyoming leaned forward in their seats. Your head dropped in defeat. “Terrible.” They all let out a sound of disappointment. You continued on. “I’ve been following your advice North. I’ve saved him food whenever he’s out on missions with CT, let him look at my notes from those hell boring classes, even cover his back when we’re paired up on missions.”

South lets out an impatient groan. “How stupid can Wash be?! Are those damn obvious hints not enough for him to catch on?!” North looks at her. “South…” She raises a hand to stop her brother from speaking. “It’s fine, (S/N) said it was okay since earlier this week.” You nodded to back up her statement. North exhales. “Well it isn’t Wash’s fault. I think the way (S/N) presents herself through these deeds Wash takes it as a friendly gesture.” You tilted your head. “No offense but it’s just your personality. You’re always looking out for everyone even though we treat you like the little kid around here.” You shrugged. “Wash is just hopeless.” South mutters in defeat.

“You should confess your love for him through poems…No better yet, knock knock jokes.” Wyoming suggested. “Sure, teach me some. Knock knock.” You grunted sarcastically. “Who’s there?” Wyoming replies. “Shouldn’t the guy lead the courtship?” Florida asked. “Leading the courtship who?” Your white clad teammate continued. “Wyoming shut it.” Florida elbowed him. “Wyoming who?” You and South groaned. “SHUT UP!” You both screamed. “Shut up who? Shall I go on (S/N)?” North shook his head defeated. “Wyoming enough.”

“Anyways, I think (S/N) should just tell Wash directly.” Florida suggested. “What?!” Florida continues. “You’re the most confident Freelancer around here, it shouldn’t be much of a problem.” Before you could protest South jumps in. “Beat him up if he doesn’t like you in return, or I can do it for you.” You were taken a back. “South I don’t think that is…” South shrugged. “North, Wash needs a wake-up call.” You looked at Florida. “Do it after this mission. We’ll be there for you.” Wyoming, North, and South nodded in approval. You groaned. What were you getting yourself into?

Although the mission was filled with high tensions, it was a success. Minor injuries but it wasn’t too bad. You’ve tended to all your teammates injuries on the way back to the MOI. You had one more person to tend to and it was Wash. They’ve told you help Wash in the locker room. Those final minutes on the Pelican was a long one, the walk to the locker room had your stomach in knots. Tex wasn’t there, a tense Carolina was the first to leave the room. Everyone else was getting ready to leave. York who was informed of the plan whispered to you as you took off your helmet. “It’s now or never kiddo.”

Wash was sitting on the bench waiting for you, you exhaled. York nods at you to get going and you awkwardly walked over to him. York follows behind North leaving you and Wash in the locker room by yourselves. “So it’s your right shoulder?” You looked at Wash. He nodded. Wash is currently suffering from a dislocated shoulder. You got to work as Wash explained how it happened. It was something to do with a car. It’s always a car with Wash. He lets out a sigh of both pain and relief once you popped his shoulder into place. “Thanks (S/N).” You nodded. He walks over to his locker to put his helmet away.

Thanks (S/N) Was all you got. You actually felt a bit frustrated. “Hey Wash.” Wash doesn’t look at you. “Hmm?” You bit your lip. “What do you see me as?” He closes the locker door and looks at you. “Well you’re strong, helpful, friendly, confident, and hell you’re pretty good at fighting.” You clenched your fists, he’s just too oblivious. “Why the question (S/N)?” You shook your head. “It’s nothing.” You slam the locker door. He flinches. “Are you sure?” You looked at him and snapped. “JUST IN CASE YOUR OBLIVIOUS ASS HASN’T NOTICED YET, I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU OKAY!” You turned and stormed out of the room.

“WASH WHAT THE HELL!” The other Freelancers came out of hiding. Wash was confused. “What the hell, I thought you guys left. Wait what I-“ South slams him up against the locker room. “I told you Wash. You didn’t want to believe me.” York says shaking his head. “(S/N) actually likes me?!” They all nodded. “This entire time?!” North rubbed his temples. “Wash you’re hopeless.” Washington blushed, you actually like him he thought. He then realizes his error. “Oh shit, I have to talk to her.” South raises a fist. “You better fix this Wash or I’ll fix your face.” She lets him go and he stumbles out of the room. This entire time Wash actually has mutual feelings for you as well. He catches up to you, he grabs your arm. “I’m sorry if I didn’t notice. I just didn’t know how to return the gesture and I wasn’t entirely sure if you actually like me.” He says in between breaths. You grinned.  

[agentclarification]

I’ve always pictured the mercs to have mixed ethnic backgrounds, well Locus in particular actually. I like to picture Locus primarily being Latin with a mixture of a few others. But yeah have some messy sketches on my take of Locus and Locus in a poncho. @mexicancarolina

[b0w-chicka-bow-wow]

Reckless (Delta x Reader)

Gender Neutral Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a glowing green figure flicker into existence beside you. 

 "You are wrapping your arm too tightly," Delta scolded, his normally monotonous voice embodying a hint of concern. 

 "Oh, sorry. Never been too great at patching myself up, you know?" 

 "We could have avoided this injury if you hadn't acted so rashly. What if Agent Maine and Agent Carolina hadn't come to your rescue?" 

 He ran calculations over and over that day, but your chances of survival always remained slim. Delta made sure you knew, but your course of action never changed. You were an enigma to him; always living in the moment, never planning ahead. But Delta just wished you would think about the consequences of your decisions more often. 

 "You worry too much. We made it out with all limbs attached, didn't we?" 

"There is no such thing as over preparation. Your safety is priority. You could have very well died during that mission." 

 Despite the unfavorable topic, you laughed; it was a lilting, silvery sound that always calmed him down. You managed to stay cheerful no matter what was happening. Delta wished he could do the same... But he didn't know what he'd do if he failed to protect you. 

 "No need to get defensive, Delta. I think the fact that you're all concerned about me is cute." 

 You balanced him out. Delta didn't really know how much he needed you until you came. And now that you were here... He just wanted to be with you. 

"...Does the fact that you could have been killed not bother you?" 

 "A little... But I trust you. We're partners in crime, you know? I mean, you'll always have my back, right?" 

 You were reckless, impulsive, and irrational... But Delta would follow you to the ends of the earth. 

 "Always."

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[agent-sass]

Imagine #2

Imagine North forgetting to put his motion trackers on because he was thinking of you.

[b0w-chicka-bow-wow]

Nervous (SimmonsxReader)

Female Reader 

Okay, he had to admit it. Simmons may or may not have had a slight, very, very minuscule problem with talking to girls. Well, sure, he stuttered occasionally, but who didn't stutter occasionally? He was feeling confident. You were a nice person, you had never judged him in the past! Simmons' fear of you was absolutely absurd. 

So this time, he wouldn't let his tiny crush on you or, you know, the fact that you're a woman get in the way of talking to you. 

 "Hi, Simmons." 

 Then again, these bursts of confidence were usually very short lived. A wave of anxiety came crashing down on him, knocking the air out of his lungs. No, he had to pull himself together. Today was going to be the day. 

 "Simmons? Are you okay?" Simmons took a deep breath, channeled every last bit of confidence he had left and replied, "YeahI'mFineButIHaveToGoIThinkSargeIsCallingBye." 

 Okay, maybe his problem wasn't so miniscule. But still, Simmons never thought the day he'd stoop this low would come. 

 "You've come to the right person, Simmons. Once I, the one and only love God, am finished with you, she's gonna be, like, begging you to bang her." Oh, god. 

 "No, Tucker, that's not what I want to happen." 

 "...Well with that attitude, nothing's ever gonna happen. Just saying." 

 Simmons had a long way to go, but damn it, Tucker was going to turn him into a fucking ladies man. As the pair formulated a plan to woo you, Grif walked in. 

"Wait, let me get this straight," Simmons began, "you want me to go up to her, then say... What did you want me to say, again?" 

 "You're supposed to say, 'Hey baby, are you a general, because you have my privates standing at attention. Bow chicka bow wow!'" 

 "Right, okay. And then after that..." 

 "After that, she'll literally fall straight into your lap. Trust me, you two are gonna be boning each other all night long." 

Grif promptly left the room. 

 "No. That's not going to work," Simmons said. 

He was going to have to do this on his own. A few days later, you found a note and rose with your name written on it. As you read it, a grin spread across your face like a wildfire. 

 "Hey, it's Simmons. I know you probably think I'm avoiding you or something, but it's the opposite, actually. You're just really pretty, and I'll admit, it makes me a little nervous. I was wondering if, maybe, you'd like to hang out sometime?" 

 A note appeared on Simmons' door, the word "yes" written across it.

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